"Paintings"

When Lumian returned to the Golden Rooster Inn, he was still lamenting the high price of his painting tools.

Charlie's monthly salary as Waiter at the Breeze Ballroom was considered quite good among people of his level, but it would take him two months of not eating or drinking to afford a single roll of canvas!

In Lumian's memory, many Painter were destitute, and he never expected that they could still afford a series of expenses such as canvases, Paintbrush, Paint, Wooden Frame, and Mannequin.

Perhaps these are the reasons that have left them impoverished, with some needing financial support from their families to survive? Lumian closed the door and placed the pile of items he was carrying on the Wooden Table.

He eventually gave up on canvases and bought the cheapest necessities such as Paintbrush, Paint, and Paper. After all, he didn't really want to be Painter or participate in exhibitions. All he needed was a medium to attach the supernatural power he obtained through the "Mystery-Peering Glasses." Whether it was fragile, the quality of the Paint, whether it would fade, or how well it was painted were all irrelevant issues.

In this way, Lumian used a full 30 Felkine.

After mixing a palette of Paint in multiple colors and spreading out a relatively flexible White Paper, Lumian sanctified the Ritual Silver Dagger and created a "Spirit Wall" around Room 207.

He planned to try and see what he could draw and what the effect would be.

Based on the Messenger of the "Magician's" Lady to the Golden Rooster Inn, Lumian believed that there shouldn't be anything too unusual here, except that there were a lot of Bedbug. The Source Suzanne Matisse's problem was most likely somewhere in the Old Dovecage Theater or in some Underground Cavern.

Lumian slowly exhaled, took out his Tea-Brown -Gold-Rimmed Glasses, and put them on his nose.

In an instant, he felt dizzy and disoriented, as if he were being turned upside down and falling from the sky into the Depths the Underground.

During this process, Lumian saw the upside-down hotel, the tenants moving around in similar positions in the rooms and the Underground Bar, the stones, soil and tree roots that kept extending into the Underground, and the Rat huddled in the corners and the Insects that were everywhere.

He fell deeper and deeper, enduring the nausea brought on by weightlessness.

The next second, he saw a huge brown-green root system that stretched out in all directions, connecting to the distance and plunging into nothingness.

"Ugh..." Lumian experienced severe dry heaving, feeling his undigested dinner rising up into his throat.

He hurriedly took off his "Mystery-Peering Glasses," suppressed the urge to vomit, and with a strong desire to paint, picked up his Paintbrush, dipped it in Paint, and began to sketch on the White Paper.

He gradually became more spirited, and his spirituality unconsciously extended to the tip of his Paintbrush.

A few minutes Past, Lumian stopped and examined his "masterpiece".

"What the hell is this drawing?" That was the thought that popped into his head Primordial One immediately.

After a brief examination, he could barely recognize what he had drawn:

A Gray-Blue Triangle House, a large Green Tree growing on the roof, and specks of Mud-Like Torrential Rain.

After staring for a few seconds, Lumian suddenly felt an itch on the back of his hand and couldn't help but scratch it.

As soon as the Library scratched him, he immediately saw his skin turn red and swollen, and his whole body became itchy.

"The painting has an extraordinary effect?" Lumian's heart stirred, and he looked away.

At the same time, he moved his body, trying to soothe the Itching by rubbing his clothes against his skin.

This didn't work, forcing Lumian to scratch a few more times.

As he stopped looking at the childlike "Oil Painting," the itching gradually subsided and eventually disappeared.

"It really was a problem with the painting," Lumian sighed in relief, thinking to himself.

At this point, the urge to paint that he once felt had vanished.

He immediately turned his back and began to ponder the details:

"I have to stare at that painting for at least three seconds before I start to feel itchy all over..."

"In combat, this is hardly useful; I can't exactly stick it on my face, can I?"

"If a trap is set in advance, it can indeed be quite effective..."

"I wonder if there are any paintings that can function without needing someone else's attention?"

After some deliberation, Lumian decided to give it another try.

He put on the "Mystery-Peering Glasses" again and had an experience almost identical to the one before.

The difference was that he also saw deep darkness, and figures that seemed to be walking in the darkness.

Amidst the sounds of gagging, Lumian removed his Tea-Brown Gold-Rimmed Glasses, pulled out a new Paper, and picked up his Paintbrush.

This time, he didn't let his inner impulses run wild, nor did he paint purely on instinct. Instead, he tried hard to think about what he wanted to achieve and strived to make what he painted resemble the things in his mind.

Combining the two, Lumian painted a Golden-Red Sun, with a halo of rays surrounding Sun in a variety of colors, including red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet.

As soon as he finished writing the last stroke, Room 207 suddenly became warmer, and the lingering chill in the vicinity dissipated.

"It seems like it can have a simple effect of exorcising Ghost with a picture book..." Lumian made a judgment without much certainty.

He sat on the edge of the Bed and carefully observed the Change.

As time went by, that warmth that made people somewhat restless and uneasy began to slowly fade.

Lumian tried folding the painting over so that the back was facing out, and the warmth immediately vanished, while the rate at which the spiritual energy within the painting dissipated slowed to an almost imperceptible degree.

"This should preserve it for about two months... Once opened, it will only last for three days at most... Hmm, this is like an alternative method for creating Beyonder weapon..." Lumian thought back and made a simple estimate.

Painting two paintings in a row put a considerable burden on his spirituality.

After a short rest, Lumian began his third experiment.

This time, the drawing tools were changed to Makeup- related items.

After putting on the "Mystery-Peering Glasses" and enduring the sensation of spinning and falling into the Underground, Lumian saw several blurry figures hidden in the surrounding shadows. Then, he took off the Mystical Item and, using the Glass Window illuminated by the Carbide Lamp as if it were Mirror, began to apply different things to his face, outlining various lines.

Just like Library second attempt, he tried his best to control the direction of the Makeup, but he was constantly influenced by his instincts.

Lumian in the mirror gradually became haggard, his eyebrows appeared messy, his cheekbones were slightly high, and his lips became a little thicker.

This made him feel as if he were seeing a stranger. Once the "description" was over, he quickly looked away and drew the curtain.

After putting away the paintings "Itch" and "Sun" and the various items on the table, Lumian decided to go out and verify the effect.

He arrived at the Breeze Ballroom and saw Jenna making exaggerated gestures and singing loudly, and Charlie delivering several alcoholic drinks to the edge of the dance floor.

The Thug ignored Lumian and none of them called him Boss.

Lumian felt a little more confident, walked over to Charlie, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Good evening!"

Charlie, dressed in a white shirt and black vest, turned around, smiled, and asked, "Good evening, sir. Would you like something to drink?"

Lumian asked deliberately, "Don't you recognize me?"

Charlie was taken aback, his eyes widened, and he carefully examined the object for a few seconds in the light of the Gas Wall Lamp at a distance.

He quickly broke into a smile and exclaimed with delight, "It's you!"

"Praise the Sun, how long has it been since we last met? Wait for me, I'll come find you again when I'm less busy!"

Charlie then pointed to the bar, waved, and left.

"This kid, he's quite the actor," Lumian said with a satisfied smile. "He didn't even recognize me as your Boss!"

He withdrew his gaze, moved closer to the stage where Jenna was performing, and waited for her to finish singing that song full of vulgar words.

As soon as Jenna finished singing, picked up the Copper Coin and Silver Coin coins from the stage, and came down, Lumian went up to Past enthusiastically and exclaimed, "You sang so well! May I buy you a drink?"

Jenna immediately became wary.

After being ambushed by that perverted Hedsey, she dared not be careless in the slightest when it came to any Spectator who tried to get close to her, fearing that something bad might happen to her again.

She scrutinized Lumian's face for a few seconds, then forced a flamboyant smile that Concealment her resistance:

I need to protect my voice for the next song!

"Help me drink another glass!"

As Jenna winked and explained, Thug approached the two Gang standing guard beside the stage, seeking their help.

Neither of the two Gang Thug dared to offend this Exaggerated Woman, who was suspected to be the boss's Boss and "Red Boots '" Lover. They stepped forward and stood between Lumian and Jenna.

Jenna took the opportunity to slip away and went to the lounge near the bar.

Before leaving, she glanced at Lumian's hair color, then carefully observed his face for a while, muttering to herself, "Damn, is this fashionable now?"

Lumian happily withdrew his gaze and headed towards the staircase leading to the Café.

"What are you going up there for?" Two Gang Thug guarding the area stopped him.

"Very dutiful..." Lumian chuckled. "Having coffee?"

After observing Lumian carefully for a few seconds, the two Gang Thug stepped aside.

Upon entering the Café, Lumian glanced at Louis and Sakota, who seemed to have nothing to do, and then headed to the Washroom.

He didn't dare look in the Mirror, so he washed his face with Tap Water, rubbed it a few times, and then slowly started removing his makeup.

When he finished, he looked in the Mirror and saw that his reflection Paleness and exhausted.

It took a lot of time and energy... I even painted two pictures earlier... Lumian calmed herself down and left the Washroom.

Louis glanced around, then stood up in surprise:

"Boss! When did you get back?"

"Just now," Lumian pointed towards the corridor, "I'm going to rest now."

"Okay, Boss." Neither Louis nor Sakota dared to ask why.

Lumian went into the room, forced herself to wash up, collapsed onto the bed, and quickly fell asleep.

In his dream, he seemed to be experiencing the agony of falling from mid-air to the Underground again.

As it continued to fall, the soil below suddenly cracked open, revealing a Burning Sea composed of Crimson Flames!

A burning and stinging sensation simultaneously entered Lumian's mind. He snapped his eyes open, sat up, and gasped for breath.

At this moment, the room was completely dark and very quiet, with only a few Crimson Moonlight filtering through the curtains and falling on the Desk by the window.