Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

432: Chapter 418 I’ll handle itTo a mage, what is ”money”?

Gold coins?

potions?

No, neither. magic crystal stones are the real hard currency.

So, the so-called ”Zhang Mu is willing to spend money” naturally meant he was not at all stingy with magic crystal stones.

Standing above the control hub, he took out several rare-quality magic crystal stones that would cause countless Professionals on the Saul Continent to fight over them and began pouring mana into the Magic Array.

After lasting an entire night, the Magic Array was finally fully charged.

Zhang Mu stuffed the now-lusterless magic crystal stones back into his Storage Pouch. Sensing that the Magic Array was ready to be activated at any moment and confirming there were no omissions, he flew up into the air.

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The dawn drove back the curtain of night that had shrouded New Moon City.

It was another bright morning. People living in the city woke up, washed, and walked out of their homes to welcome a new day.

Once on the main streets, they were surprised to find that today seemed a bit different from usual. There were more... people on the streets who shouldn’t be there.

Journalists.

The general public was no stranger to the media industry and those who worked in it; ask anyone, and they could talk about it with great familiarity.

Journalists, after all, did nothing more than interview celebrities, politicians, artists, and other public figures, or go to war-torn areas to film and reveal the reality of the battlefield to the public.

Those with deeper knowledge could even name the sub-specialties—sports reporters, entertainment reporters, paparazzi.

People also frequently saw journalists active everywhere through their televisions.

However, when it came to actually seeing a journalist with their own eyes, or personally interacting and talking with one, most people lacked that experience.

At the very least, journalists weren’t usually all over the streets.

Passersby who were almost late for work had no time to look closely; they could only steal a few glances at the journalists gathered in front of roadside shops as they passed, slightly satisfying their curiosity.

Those who still had time before clocking in, or were on vacation, had the leisure to stop and observe, discussing the reason with friends.

Was something big about to happen in New Moon City?

Someone, unable to suppress the itch of curiosity in their heart, stepped forward to strike up a conversation.

The journalists didn’t hide anything; it wasn’t a secret event anyway, and they readily revealed the answer they wanted.

Mr. Gao was very likely to appear in New Moon City today.

”Mr. Gao? Is it the Mr. Gao I’m thinking of?”

”Besides that gentleman, who else could make the journalists of the entire New Moon City mobilize, and even have reporters from neighboring cities rush over overnight?”

The confusion was resolved, but the passerby was not satisfied and continued to ask.

”What is Mr. Gao doing here?”

Several journalists who seemed to be from the same company looked at each other with strange expressions, as if they had encountered something incredible. Their gazes were like seeing an animal declared extinct suddenly appearing on the street.

The passerby didn’t quite understand the root of their behavior but guessed it had something to do with himself.

Wanting to escape the awkward atmosphere immediately but unable to let go of the answer, he stuffed his hands awkwardly into his pockets and waited silently.

After a long while, one journalist finally spoke: ”Don’t you know about the Magic School?”

”Of course I know. The Magic School is right on the outskirts of New Moon. I even went to the ribbon-cutting ceremony when construction started. Since then, I haven’t missed a single piece of news about the Magic School, including the recruitment activities that started ten days ago.”

”If that’s the case, how did you miss the news that Mr. Gao would personally come to New Moon City today to select new students?”

”Uh, was there such a news report?”

”I suggest you check your Mobile Phone.” After saying that, the journalists left together to find the location where Mr. Gao was most likely to appear.

The passerby blankly pulled his Mobile Phone from his jacket pocket, muttering in his heart about how he could have missed such explosive news while opening the official website specifically established for the supernatural.

The homepage prominently displayed the headline: ”Mr. Gao Visits New Moon Personally to Scout New Students for the School.”