A rare magical miracle in the world - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Chapter 7 I’m Hungry

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The blue dot should be Bailuo himself, then what about the red dot?

“Where is it?”

“This compass directed me here, and now what?”

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Bailuo looked around but found nothing. “Could it be above or below?”

There was nothing above his head, so it could only be underground.

“Hiss~~~”

Suppressing the pain of bending over, Bailuo started searching around his feet.

“Is it in the soil?”

Since he saw nothing at his feet, Bailuo began to fiddle with the dirt, digging it up, and it was then that his fingers touched something.

“What is this?”

He lifted the item from the earth, Bailuo discovered it was a pouch, about the same size as the sachets used in ancient times.

“Pat pat.”

Bailuo dusted the mud off the pouch, inspecting it closely, but he couldn’t figure out what it was after turning it inside out and all around.

“Just an ordinary pouch?”

“No, that’s not right.”

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Bailuo: “Since the Black Leather Book directed me to find it, it surely can’t be that simple.”

“Could it be, this object is some kind of unawakened miracle?”

Bailuo weighed the pouch in his hand, recalling what his uncle had said before.

Miracles can be anything.

Bailuo immersed his consciousness into his mind, and saw that the first page of the Black Leather Book was still open, and the countdown behind that sentence hadn’t disappeared either; it was still steadily ticking away.

“Hmm?”

Bailuo was taken aback, looking down at the pouch in his hand: “Although I have found this pouch, the countdown continues. Is it because I haven’t awakened its power to become the master of the miracle?”

“The map’s gone.”

In order to prove his own theory, Bailuo glanced at the original location of the map, and indeed, it was gone.

“All directions and positions have disappeared.”

What this implied went without saying.

Bailuo had found the object indicated by the Black Leather Book.

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

Bailuo began to guess the function of the Black Leather Book: “But what’s the use after finding it?”

Uncle had said, a miracle only becomes a miracle when it’s awakened; otherwise, it’s just a very ordinary object.

“How exactly do I awaken this pouch?”

If one were to simply try, there would be hundreds of millions of methods. Depending solely on 24 hours, encountering this luck would be utterly laughable.

“This is totally impossible!”

As Bailuo puzzled over this, new text appeared on the Black Leather Book: “The words changed?!”

[You have found it, but it remains itself, it is not yours.]

[What to do then, perhaps, you can try talking to it, like, ‘I’m hungry’]

“….”

Bailuo was somewhat stunned. What did this mean? Another riddle for him?

But he hadn’t solved the previous first sentence yet.

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“Found it, but it remains itself, it is not yours?”

The phrase wasn’t hard to understand because it was hinting to Bailuo that the pouch hadn’t been awakened.

“Hmm? If the first sentence is a question, then the second sentence seems to be the answer!”

[What to do then?]

This sentence was clearly the Black Leather Book leading to the answer that followed.

[Talk

A second passed, and the pocket showed no sign of life.

30 seconds went by, and still, the pocket remained inert.

“I’m hungry!”

This time, Bailuo’s voice was much louder, even carrying a trace of longing.

But unfortunately, it was to no avail.

The pocket, it just wouldn’t react.

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“……”

Bailuo scratched his head in embarrassment, “Haven’t I already told it I’m hungry? Could I have misunderstood?”

So, Bailuo tried all sorts of ways to communicate with the pocket.

From speaking to it himself initially, to asking if it had consciousness, followed by softly and tenderly calling out to it.

However, no matter what Bailuo did, he couldn’t get the pocket to respond.

The pocket was still just a pocket, as worn and, so, dirty……..

“Swish, swish.”

By the river, Bailuo washed the pocket.

He wanted to clean it up a bit, to see if he could find something like a spell on it.

“Still nothing.”

After cleaning it, Bailuo realized the pocket was actually quite beautiful.

It was entirely brown, with golden patterns on it, and on the pocket, there was a silver thread that drew it tight, which looked like it could be a treasure.

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“What does it matter if it’s a treasure? What exactly are you, and how are you supposed to be used? I have no idea!”

Bailuo scratched his head, this time he was truly troubled.

Helplessly, Bailuo could only redirect his attention back to the Black Leather Book.

This book was the cause of today’s events; it guided Bailuo to search for the pocket, and Bailuo did indeed find it.

From this, it was clear that the Black Leather Book was indeed a miracle.

And afterwards, the Black Leather Book provided three phrases.

The first phrase was likely a description of this pocket.

The second phrase told Bailuo that the pocket couldn’t be used because it didn’t belong to him yet.

As for the countdown, Bailuo felt it probably signified the time limit for the pocket to recognize him as its owner.

Once the time was up, Bailuo didn’t know what would happen to the pocket, but it definitely wouldn’t be anything good, perhaps it would even ‘pop’ and disappear.

“Wait a minute.”

Suddenly, Bailuo looked at the first phrase again.

“[Gold signifies a bountiful year, silver signifies diligence, when you open it, what you get might not be the harvest, but it will certainly be the hope of a harvest]”

“Gold signifies a bountiful year, silver signifies diligence, when you open it?”

“Open it?!”

Bailuo immediately thought of something, he loosened the silver cord and peeled open the mouth of the bag, then looked inside against the sunlight. Inside, it looked just as empty as when he had checked before.

Even after cleaning, no patterns or writing were discovered.

But that wasn’t the key point; the key was that Bailuo understood what he needed to do now.

“To it, say…”

Bailuo looked at the opening of the bag, then slowly brought his mouth close to it, and whispered softly, “I’m hungry.”

“Boom!”

Almost the instant Bailuo finished speaking, the golden patterns and silver thread on the pocket emitted a bright light.

“This…”

The pocket radiated a glow of gold and silver, buzzing and trembling in Bailuo’s hands.

Afterward, Bailuo saw the patterns spreading along his palm and then weaving into an arcane and strange golden and silver intertwined design on his right arm.

Gradually, the design began to fade, eventually vanishing into Bailuo’s skin.

This scene left Bailuo dumbfounded, “This is magic, right, this has got to be magic!!”

The pocket returned to its calm state, only more radiant than it had been before.

The pocket was now very beautiful and delicate; light moved across it, making anyone who saw it feel that it was not an ordinary item, but a treasure.