I seem to be an evil god

West is an art student. In the Lion City where everyone is martial, his profession and identity are not welcomed.

There are three major blood companies in the Lion City, and countless discarded pharmaceuticals flow into the market every day. Becoming a professional is an opportunity within everyone's reach. In this atmosphere, choose to become a weak art worker. West has been under pressure since he was a child that his age cannot bear.

"Those bloodline people are all fools. I don't want my smart brain to be controlled by bloodline."

I don’t know since when, this self-comforting words have become West’s words of wisdom. Of course, he would not dare to say this in front of a real professional.

He would not dare to say this in front of some more powerful friends or relatives, such as his aunt who works in the bakery, and his sister-in-law, who is the youngest but the meanest in the West family.

But when there are no one around, or only some familiar friends, West will say this viciously, saying that he was right not to choose the path of a professional.

Faced with his statement, many people did not speak, either to maintain friendship, or to be dismissive of West. The reason was that West did not care. He only knew one thing: his poor self-esteem was Saved.

Time passed day by day, and West grew from a child who loved painting to a student at an art university. He could not remember why he chose the path of art in the first place, but after so many years of touching brushes and poems, he became so After years of using that wise saying to defend himself, he has been tied to the word art and can no longer be separated.

Maybe it would be good to live like this. As West walked on the path on campus, a scene he saw not long ago played in his mind:

It was a good friend who was one grade above him. After graduation, he found a job repairing murals in the Church of Light. Now a year has passed, and that friend who is about the same level as him has actually bought a rune lamp!

That's a rune lamp! Her mean sister-in-law always wanted her brother to buy one, but the usually very heroic brother was always hesitant. In the end, the sister-in-law could only give up with a pout.

If I could also buy one, that guy who is always vicious would probably give me a high look...

West thought wildly. He felt that the pressure he had endured for more than ten years was about to be released. He seemed to see the mean sister-in-law smiling at him.

My choice of the path of art must be the right one!

West pulled himself out of his fantasy and wanted to find a job to support himself. It was not a simple matter. He had already seen the skills of his old friend. In just one year, his painting skills were already as high as West's. It's a little bit incomprehensible.

The changes in light and shadow, space, scene, dynamic description of the characters, and the lifelike scenes painted by his friend fascinated West, and the painting seemed to come alive.

I still need to keep working hard.

West was determined, but after thinking about it, he couldn't find a way to improve his painting skills.

Art teacher Quentin has been sick these days. Even if he wasn't sick, West could get very little guidance from him. He might be shameless enough to ask his friends, but they still have their own work to do and will go back to school this time. Also to buy a very rare paint.

What else can be done?

West, who was thinking hard, scratched his head. The only person he knew in this school was the art teacher. Other than that, there were some boring art textbooks, which used various beautiful poems to describe various famous paintings that he could not see. , I really don’t know what the use of this kind of textbook is!

At this time, the discussion of others suddenly reached his ears, and the conversation between the two girls quickly attracted West's attention.

"Do you know which sculpture gallery has recently opened?"

"Which one? Wait, are you interested in art?"

"Of course I am interested in art. You have no idea what I saw yesterday, that face, that kind of muscles, that kind of beauty..."

"Are you sure you mean the sculpture?"

"Sculptures are beautiful, but people are more beautiful..."

"Humph, I knew it. Where exactly is it? Where is the more beautiful person?"

"Seventh Avenue, a big red sculpture gallery. The owner seems to be named Beacon Dick."

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West didn't pay attention to what was said next. In his eyes, the two lively girls were not as good as a masterpiece, but a name mentioned in the other person's words cheered him up.

Beacon Dick, isn't that a very famous artist from the next province? When did he come to the Lion City? I do not know how.

West's face was full of excitement, and his mind was already filled with the four words Beacon Dick, "Hunting Bow", "Pastoral", and "Knight Squire on Horseback". These famous paintings echoed repeatedly in his mind. West was already running quickly, and the blood in his body was excited because he was about to see the famous paintings.

17th Avenue, 16th Avenue, 15th Avenue, Xingyue Street, Gunfire Street, the Church of the God of Alchemy and Mechanics, West ran desperately, and he approached the legendary destination step by step, the one with a The sculpture gallery of the famous painter Beacon Dick.

Military Bank, Kelly Bread Street, Seventh Avenue!

West stopped panting. The lining of his clothes was already wet with sweat, but this did not stop him. From a distance, he saw that stunning red color, the kind of color that makes people's whole body burn. It completely caught his attention.

After calming his breathing, putting away his clothes, and wiping his sweat, West took careful steps. As he approached the sculpture gallery little by little, he carefully took out a treasured rune.

Sylph's gift.

This rune was given to him by West's brother. His brother is a rune merchant. He usually relies on making some superficial small runes to maintain his income. Although the runes he makes have no attack power, they can provide some magical effects. .

For example, this wind spirit's gift can summon a breeze in a small area, which can only blow up clothes at most. It is not enough for combat, but it is enough for daily life.

Just like now, West carefully activated this rune, and a warm breeze blew down from the back of his neck, calming down his heart that was beating violently due to running. The breeze continued to blow, and soon, Weiss Te's whole body cooled down, and the sticky, smelly sweat disappeared without a trace.

West regretfully collected the runes and carefully smelled the smell on his body. After making sure that there was no peculiar smell, he stepped into the holy place in his heart, the red horror sculpture hall.

Master Becondik, here I come!