This is a Miracle

The blue dot should be Bai Luo, but what about the red dot?

“Where?”

“This compass directed me to this place, what now?”

Bai Luo looked around, but found nothing,

“Is it above or below?”

There is nothing above him, so it can only be buried underground.

“Hiss!!!”

Enduring the sharp pain in his leg, Bai Luo bent down and started looking around.

“Is it in the dirt?”

Because he didn’t see anything under his feet, Bai Luo began to dig the soft soil with his hands. Soon after, he felt something with his fingers.

“What’s this?”

Pulling the object out of the soil, Bai Luo found that it was an old pouch, just a bit bigger than his palm.

“Pof! Pof!”

Patting off the dirt on the bag, Bai Luo carefully examined it. He turned it over, inspecting it from the top to the bottom, but he couldn’t find anything special about it.

“Is it just an ordinary bag?”

“No, it shouldn’t be.”

Bai Luo muttered.

“Since it was something pointed at by the black book, it mustn’t be anything ordinary.”

“Could it be that this thing is some kind of unawakened miracle?”

Bai Luo weighed his pouch in his hands, thinking of what uncle Saros had told him.

A miracle can be anything.

Bai Luo sank into the depths of his consciousness and saw that the first page of the black book was still unfolded. The countdown after that sentence did not disappear, it was still decreasing steadily.

“Oh?”

Bai Luo was taken aback, he looked down at the pouch in his hand with a thoughtful expression.

“Although I found this pouch, the countdown didn’t stop. Is it because I hadn’t awakened the power within it and became a miracle master?”

“The map is missing.”

To prove his idea, Bai Luo glanced at the map that was on the page of the book, and sure enough, it’s missing.

“The direction and map are all gone.”

What this means is self-evident.

Bai Luo had found the thing that the black book was pointing him towards.

“So, can you help me find miracles? Is this a map-type miracle that can point out the location of other miracles?”

Bai Luo began to speculate the function of the black book,

“But so what if I find it? It’s useless.”

Uncle Saros said that only after awakening can something truly become a miracle, otherwise, it’s just an ordinary object.

“How on earth should I awaken the miraculous power of this pouch?”

If he just mindlessly tries, there are hundreds of millions of methods, and with only 24 hours, it’s nearly impossible to be lucky enough to run into the right method.

“It’s impossible!”

While Bai Luo was puzzled, new words appeared on the black book,

“The words have changed?!”

[You found it, but it is still it. it is not yours]

[What should you do? Maybe, you can try talking to it. For example, I’m hungry]

“…”

“What the hell?”

Bai Luo was a little confused, what did these words mean? Is this another riddle?

But he didn’t even crack the first, where did the second come from.

“You found it, but it’s still it, it’s not yours?”

This sentence is not difficult to understand. It’s reminding Bai Luo that this miracle hadn’t been awakened yet.

“Should I try the old method of dripping blood to acknowledge the master?”

There are countless miracles and many different ways to awaken them. There might be a miracle or two that can be awakened using this method, but it’s too tacky.

Of course, if there is no other way, Bai Luo will definitely try it.

“Wait, I seem to understand.”

Bai Luo shook his head,

“If the first sentence is a question, then the second sentence looks like an answer.”

[What should you do?]

If the previous sentence is a question, then the following should be the answer from the black book.

[Try talking to it. Say: I’m hungry]

Bai Luo looked at the pouch in his hand. Although it’s a bit strange to say ‘I’m hungry’ to a pouch, most miracle awakening conditions are strange. As long as he gets a miracle, Bai Luo doesn’t care no matter how strange it is!

So Bai Luo faced the pouch in his palm and whispered,

“I’m hungry.”

A second later, the pouch was still the same.

Thirty seconds passed, and there was still no movement from the pouch.

“I’m hungry!”

This time, Bai Luo’s voice was much louder. It even contained a hint of desire.

Unfortunately, it was still useless.

The pouch just didn’t change.

“…”

Bai Luo scratched his head awkwardly,

“What does this sentence mean, haven’t I already told it that I’m hungry? Did I misunderstand something?”

So Bai Luo changed his way of talking to the pouch.

From initially speaking aloud to whispering to saying it in his mind.

However, no matter what Bai Luo did, the pouch didn’t react.

The pouch is still the same, still so worn, so dirty…

“Splash! Splash!.”

By the river, Bai Luo cleaned the pouch.

He wanted to clean it up a bit and see if he could find some incantations or clues from it.

“Still useless.”

After washing it, Bai Luo found that the pouch was actually pretty.

Its main color was brown, with golden patterns on it and a silver thread tightened around its mouth. It looked like a treasure.

“So what if it’s a treasure! The problem is that I don’t know what exactly you are, and how I can use you!”

Bai Luo scratched his head, this time he was really upset.

Helpless, Bai Luo had to focus on the black book again.

This book is the cause of today’s incident. It guided Bai Luo to find this pouch, and Bai Luo also successfully found it.

This shows that the Black Book is indeed a miracle.

After that, the black book gave him three riddles.

The first riddle is probably a description of this pouch.

The second riddle is telling Bai Luo that he can’t use the pouch because it doesn’t belong to him yet, and the third riddle is a suggestion or clue.

As for the countdown, Bai Luo felt that it should be the time limit for him to awaken the pouch and become its master.

Once the time is up, Bai Luo doesn’t know what will happen to the pouch, but it’s very likely not a good thing. Maybe, it will disappear.

“Wait…”

Suddenly, Bai Luo saw the first sentence again.

[Gold is harvest, and silver is diligence. When you open it, what you get may not be harvest, but it must be the hope of a good harvest]

“Gold is harvest, and silver is diligence when you open it?”

“Open it?!”

Bai Luo immediately thought of something. He pulled the silver thread away, opened the bag, then brought it under the sunlight, and found that the bag was quite spacious, but it was empty.

“Say: I’m hungry…”

Bai Luo looked at the open mouth of the bag, then slowly moved his head closer to it. Finally, Bai Luo whispered,

“I’m hungry.”

“Boom!”

Almost at the moment when Bai Luo finished speaking, the golden pattern and the silver thread on the pouch glowed at the same time.

“This…”

The pouch exuded a gold and silver light, buzzing and shaking in Bai Luo’s hand.

Later, Bai Luo saw the pattern on the pouch spreading along his palm, weaving a mysterious and weird pattern of gold and silver on his right arm.

Gradually, the pattern began to fade, sinking in Bai Luo’s skin and finally disappearing.

Bai Luo was dumbfounded as he watched this magical scene.

“This is magic, this is absolutely magic!!”

The pouch gradually calmed down, but there was a heaven and earth difference in its appearance compared to before.

The pouch was very beautiful and delicate. The light flowing on it made it look like a treasure to even the untrained eye.