Advancement to Painting Level 2! Gemma's Invitation

Chapter 87 Promotion to Level 2 in Painting! Gemma's Invitation

[Soul fusion level has reached 40%]

The perfect paintbrush has been obtained.

[A Tier 1 Purple Epic painting has been created]

Congratulations! You have met all the requirements for advancing your drawing skills!

[Lv1. Vivid Imagination → Lv2. Unfettered Imagination]

Your skills have improved further!

If painting is an expression of the human soul, then now you can actively invite others into your soul.

[Knowledge Acquired: Murals]

In an instant.

With a sudden hum, a strange and dazzling display of colors unfolded before Ethan's eyes like a scroll painting!

No, this is no ordinary painting.

It's not just a visual experience, but an immersive, interactive experience!

One moment he was standing in the scorching desert, exchanging gold and sweet water with Arabs riding camels.

The next moment, he arrived at the snow-covered castle, where he gazed at the knight who had lost his homeland.

"—Ethan?"

A call snapped Ethan back to his senses.

He was pulled back to reality, and turning his head, he met Penelope's worried gaze.

"—I'm fine."

Ethan laughed.

Those cobalt blue eyes sparkled with a light more dazzling than the stars!

Like two faintly burning cold flames.

Ethan was aware of the changes this promotion would bring.

If first-order paintings influence reality.

Then, second-order paintings further blur the boundaries between reality and art!

It can even allow real people to enter the artwork in reverse!

Suddenly, Ethan had an idea: the most inescapable cage in the world.

What could be safer than confining a person inside a flat painting?

Azkaban?

That's not Voldemort's mother.

The newly acquired knowledge, specifically the murals, also confirms this point.

Ethan carefully reviewed the knowledge in his mind and couldn't help but murmur in amazement:

"Such a complex painting—"

A large-scale painting that integrates various spells, summons, and environments shaped by paint!

It allows people from the outside to enter the scene you have created.

I need money.

It could even be said that every mural is a golden painting made of money.

What we need even more are those secret treasures that can't be bought on the market.

Those mysterious things that are kept secret and strictly forbidden by worldly customs.

Currently.

The easiest thing to get your hands on is the secret treasure hidden in this mansion at your feet: the legacy of the black wizard ancestor Helpo!

Ethan licked his back molars.

Plastic filling is like a cavity in a tooth; no matter how much you try to fill it, it will never be completely filled.

Of course, Ethan himself has perfectly healthy teeth.

Ethan turned to Penelope and Miss Gemma, who looked puzzled, opened his arms, and said with a big smile:

"I have great news for you! Now, I can create paintings that truly immerse you in the scene!"

"Can you understand?"

Ethan gestured excitedly up and down, his eyes sparkling.

"For example, next time, you won't even need to come to the real mansion; you can experience battle royale directly within my paintings!!"

"How was it? Wasn't it amazing!"

Penelope & Gemma: "—"

That's really "fantastic".

I never want to compete in the same tournament as Ethan again in my life.

They didn't know what Ethan had realized.

But instinctively, a chill ran down my spine.

I have a feeling that Ethan is getting further and further away from humanity. —Whatever makes you happy.

Penelope looked at Ethan's gleeful expression and said with a forced smile.

Only when discussing art does Ethan act like an eleven or twelve-year-old child.

—No one would have guessed that this kid would defeat Durmstrang's star player, Viktor Krum.

And, he truly won first place in the challenge all by himself.

Using an unprecedented underworld method.

Penelope could have predicted it.

When this result was announced.

What a huge uproar Ethan Vincent's name will cause in universities!

Well-

Perhaps, this has already caused a huge uproar in San Mongol.

Penelope recalled the contestants being eliminated one by one, screaming in despair, and silently prayed for them:

I hope I never meet Ethan again in my next life.

"So, Ethan never boasted... It was we who were short-sighted..."

Just then.

Slytherin prefect Gemma Farley suddenly stepped forward.

She stretched out her fair little hand to Ethan, and a rare smile appeared on her usually icy face.

"Ethan, congratulations on your imminent victory in the Challenger Tournament."

"Do you have any plans for the future? I'd like to invite you to our home for Christmas."

"Ever since I told my parents about you, they've been very interested in you and have been wanting to meet you."

Upon hearing this, Ethan looked up.

On Gemma Farley's beautiful, haughty face, Ethan saw a calm and ambitious composure.

Like a lurking snake.

Once they've set their sights on a target, they'll strike swiftly and relentlessly.

...Much better than the three-surname traitor Malfoy.

Unfortunately.

He already has an appointment.

Ethan: "Thank you for the invitation, Miss Gemma."

"However, I've already made plans with someone else to spend Christmas with."

Ethan couldn't help but smile at the thought of the upcoming agreement.

A gentle smile appeared on his face.

Gemma raised her eyebrows high.

She had considered the possibility of being rejected, after all, Christmas was just a few days away.

It's not surprising that Ethan had other plans given the sudden invitation at this critical juncture.

This invitation is merely a statement of "attitude".

It was an attitude that she wanted to stand on his side.

.but!

Gemma never expected that Ethan would use "another her" to reject her!

Combined with Ethan's gentle, human-like smile at that moment.

Gemma ground her teeth, feeling a strong itch in her gums.

Looking down at the innocent-looking Ethan, he slowly spoke:

"...Perhaps I'm mistaken, but isn't your last name 'Wood' instead of Vincent?"

Woody Ethan tilted his head, puzzled. "No, my last name is Vincent, isn't it?"

"hehe."

Farley gave two ambiguous sneers.

Before Ethan could react, he forcefully grabbed Ethan's hand, shook it up and down, and said:

"In short, the Farley family always welcomes you, Mr. Vincent."

Then, with a snap, she released Ethan's grip and resumed her previous aloof and dignified demeanor.

It was as if the capriciousness she had just displayed wasn't her true self.

Ethan:

I don't understand you Slytherins.

After telling the two, "Actually, I hid another key in the toilet of one of the bathrooms on the third floor. Go find Si quickly," Ethan watched them leave with grim faces, as if they were going to their execution, and sighed:

"How courteous they are, never fighting or grabbing. That's the fine spirit of Hogwarts!"

After giving themselves a thumbs-up for kindly giving them a chance to pass the level, they left.

Ethan's gaze fell on the study on the first floor.

Now, it's time to retrieve the secret treasure.

it's a pity.

Previously obsessed with the challenge, he now finds himself with no one to witness this millennia-old miracle together.

at the same time.

Right behind Ethan.

In the ruins of the hall, a finger trembled.

At the start of the match, Slytherin student Hamburger Caro, who had been knocked unconscious by Gemma, opened his eyes in a daze.

My gaze fell upon Ethan's retreating figure as he entered the study.

His gaze suddenly sharpened!

All the tragic memories from the past flooded back into my mind.

His facial features were instantly distorted and deformed by extreme hatred!

Hamburger frantically dug through the rubble, using his hands and feet to crawl towards the study in a twisted and frantic manner!

"Isan I ...