My Destiny Changed Thanks to Old Painting

Chapter 38

"Can I be almost short of funds?" Zian scratched his head fretfully.

The ex-soldier looked at his rather empty living room, he had just auctioned off his rather expensive piece of furniture. Well, Zian actually did not really care as long as his plan went smoothly.

"Huh, everything's done. Stay the construction process." Zian took his phone to contact Charen immediately upon approval of Kila's proposed proposal. He left all development affairs to Charen.

"Charen, we're the deal. I leave all the construction business to you" Zian said without further ado.

"Oh yeah. Good, you take it easy. The results given will not disappoint. The construction team will be here soon."

"Yes, I believe you."

After contacting Charen, Zian rushed to the city to look for some items for the eating scroll, to improve what was inside the painting.

Zian went to the same store and directly picked the items that got the attention of the painting scroll.

"Oh, you like this? Okay. Oh, like this too? Alright."

Zian brought home some things and will be directly given to the source of the money.

"Ok, absorb this buddy and grow up!" Zian placed the item he had just bought on the painting scroll. Yep, instantly lost absorbed.

After that, Zian entered into the dimensions of the painting to see what the differences were. However, the man's face did not turn into a sumringah, it still remained ordinary.

"Nothing has changed?" confused looking around. Zian glimpsed around, but still there was nothing different.

However, Zian only realized when there was one rather striking difference. He was just less thorough.

"While there is no difference, the most noticeable thing is the air quality. Here it feels very fresh, like in the mountains or under a waterfall in the middle of the forest," how Zian who breathes the air around.

Zian then gave the rest of the items he bought. If the first only affects air quality, then the second, third, and so on can affect other things.

And even though it has been used up items that have been purchased using the money from the cost of selling home furniture. Still no significant changes, Zian became confused. He began to think that he had wasted money and had no results.

"Currently, am I just wasting money on pointless things?" zian was a little disappointed.

Zian watched the painting scrolls that were on the table carefully. He was a little moody and upset.

"Why is this so?"

"What's going on?"

*wush!

That pitch-black aura moved and directly entered Zian's eyes. It happened so fast, Zian was not aware of what was happening. It's just, the next split second .....

Zian immediately reacted holding his head, it felt like he was about to explode, the sensation of being stabbed by thousands of needles. Zian whimpered in pain, the pain was overwhelming.

"Akhhhh, what the hell is this? What's with my head?" shouted the man who instantly fell to the floor, rolling around stiffening his head. Zian was frontal, kicking and punching what was around.

After fighting the pain for a few minutes. Zian finally fell, he lost. The man was unconscious.

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"Ugh, what's going on here?"

Zian regained consciousness after several hours of lying on the floor. He watched the surroundings as the ship broke out of the storm. The man's memory was still vague.

Zian stood up and did not find a painting scroll on the dining table.

"Huh? Where did the painting go?" panicking Zian, he tried to find her. However, it was not found.

He then remembered the incident that had just happened.

"The black aura that entered my body?" shock Zian. He checked his body condition. However, no change was felt.

"Hmm, has something changed?" The man was still busy scouring all inches of his body.

After trying, he found something. He looked at his arm.

"What's this?" said Zian who was shocked.