Who is this old man?

Why is he staring at Angelina?

Jiang Chen turned around and walked up to the old man.

"Greetings, Hero. Would you like your future predicted?"

Fortune-telling?

"You've stopped before me because you want me to predict your future, haven't you? I'm quite accurate, you know. Would you like me to predict your future? My rates are fair, deceiving neither the old nor the young."

Arno laughed and asked, "Are you a Prophet?"

"Indeed, I am a Prophet."

"What exactly is the Prophet profession?"

Arno explained, "Prophets are part of the Support Class. They don't possess any special Offensive Power. Their skill is essentially to predict the future for people, although the future itself is quite tricky to predict."

"Of course, Prophets are exceedingly rare, but you might as well see what he has to say."

A Prophet?

This was the first time Jiang Chen had heard of this profession.

Jiang Chen asked with interest, "How much?"

"One hundred thousand."

"That's a bit pricey."

"Just making a living."

"How does it work?"

The old man took out a deck of Tarot Cards, handed them to Jiang Chen, and instructed, "Shuffle these cards thoroughly and then draw five. I will interpret their meanings for you."

Jiang Chen smiled and took the Tarot Cards. They were about the size of regular playing cards. He shuffled them randomly, having no idea what any of them meant.

After shuffling, he passed the Tarot Cards back to the old man.

The old man laid out the Tarot Cards one by one on the table and instructed, "Now, according to your will, draw five cards."

Jiang Chen randomly picked one.

The old man took the card. It was red.

Jiang Chen, puzzled, asked, "What does this mean?"

"Slaughter," the old man said. "You will grow amidst carnage."

That's just bloody obvious, isn't it! If I'm not growing through slaughter, am I supposed to grow by lying in bed?

The old man analyzed, "This card of yours is different. There are three types of slaughter: involving different factions, the same faction, or mixed factions. Your card belongs to the mixed factions category."

"In other words, your growth will be accompanied by sacrifices from people of different factions. Even people from your own faction, you will kill without hesitation."

Jiang Chen chuckled, "And then?"

"In your heart, there are no factions. You are simply yourself, with no concept of good or evil."

Well, you guessed that right.

"Hero, please turn over the second card."

Just as Jiang Chen was about to proceed, the Prophet reminded him, "Ahem... the price for the second card is a bit higher. It's two hundred thousand."

Jiang Chen was not pleased.

The price went up? I seriously suspect you're just a scammer...

"What about the third card?"

"Three hundred thousand."

"And the fourth card?"

"Four hundred thousand."

"So the fifth card will be five hundred thousand then?"

"No, it's one million."

Jiang Chen: "..."

This is outright robbery! Had I known, I might as well have awakened as a Prophet myself. This is going to cost two million!

The old man chuckled, "Hero, aren't you curious about the fate that lies ahead? The first card determined your path of growth; the second will determine your status."

Alright, a mere two hundred thousand. That's nothing.

Jiang Chen turned over the second card.

The second card depicted a queen with an attendant beside her.

Jiang Chen laughed, "Could it be that I'm destined to become a God?"

"No," the old man replied. "You will become the attendant of a God. Haven't you looked closely? This God is a woman, and you are the attendant beside her. In the future, you will become an attendant, guarding by her side."

Go to hell! Me, become an attendant?

I seriously suspect you're messing with me.

But I have no proof.

The Fortune Teller smiled and said, "This is just your second card. Your status is certainly not limited to this. You still have the third card. Do you wish to continue, Hero?"

Jiang Chen flipped over the third card.

The third card depicted a lone figure standing on the ground.

Jiang Chen, puzzled, asked, "What does this mean?"

"It means you are very lonely. You have no friends, no family; you have nothing. If you wish to unravel this mystery, you must turn over the fourth card."

Jiang Chen was furious. Good grief! This old charlatan is determined to swindle me!

The fourth card would cost him 400,000.

His trickery is truly something else. If you want to know the future, just pay up.

It's just 400,000 anyway. I'll play the fool this once.

Jiang Chen turned over the fourth card.

The image on the fourth card was different. Two attendants stood by, holding down another attendant. A queen sat high on her divine throne, looking down. The subdued attendant had a Dagger in his chest, blood flowing from the wound.

Er...

Without needing the Fortune Teller to say anything, Jiang Chen could already guess the implication.

He was dead.

The Fortune Teller said, "You were killed by the Queen. However, there's a twist of fate; you still have a chance."

"What chance?"

"You'll understand when you turn over the fifth card."

Go to hell...

You massive scammer! As if I'd believe you, you rotten old scoundrel! You're thoroughly bad!

If I believed you, I'd be a complete moron...

With an air of certainty, the Fortune Teller said, "Everyone has five chances. You've turned over the fourth, which symbolizes death, while the fifth symbolizes the final outcome."

"Death is not the end. Perhaps it's a rebirth, like a phoenix rising from the ashes!"

"Young man, don't miss this opportunity!"

Jiang Chen hesitated.

Alright, I really am a big fool.

Jiang Chen turned over the fifth card.

The fifth card depicted a coffin. Jiang Chen was stunned...

I really am a massive fool.

The Fortune Teller coughed. "This... this is your burial place."

Jiang Chen was about to draw his sword.

I've lost a million, and all for a coffin! Is this truly the end?

The Fortune Teller sensed the danger.

This young man has no martial ethics! He gets his fortune told but refuses to pay, and now he even wants to draw his sword...

Cold sweat dripped down the Fortune Teller's back. He quickly explained, "Actually, there's a special offer today! I can give you a 20% discount."

Jiang Chen frowned deeply.

"How about 50% off?" Jiang Chen pressed.

"80% off?"

"Hero, you don't expect it to be free, do you?"

"You're the one who said it, not me. Since it's free, then let's just forget the whole thing. I won't haggle with you. Let's go!"

Jiang Chen turned and left.

The Fortune Teller felt thoroughly unlucky and cursed under his breath. What a brat! Getting his future predicted without paying! No wonder my eyelid was twitching so much; it meant danger was coming!

I should have done a divination for myself before leaving the house today.

The Fortune Teller stared at the Tarot Cards, his face a picture of shock. The coffin is red... that means it isn't his own, but someone else's. Red represents slaughter... and this red coffin also has a throne on it. Don't tell me this is the coffin... of the All Gods?

「...」

Angelina said excitedly, "Jiang Chen, should I go have my fortune told too?"

"Don't bother. I spent two million just for him to predict a coffin for me. If you go, you'll likely end up the same. That old man is clearly spouting nonsense. I'll go back later and tear down his sign."

Arno chuckled. "Fortune Tellers aren't always spouting nonsense, you know."

"How do they advance their Level?"

"They advance their Level by predicting the future for others. About sixty years ago, a Sixth-stage Fortune Teller appeared. A Divine Child sought him out for a reading, and the Fortune Teller predicted a coffin. The prediction turned out to be accurate."

"The Divine Child was furious at the time, cursing and wanting to kill the Fortune Teller on the spot."

Angelina asked, "What happened in the end?"

"In the end, the Divine Child died, and the Fortune Teller became a wanted man. His current whereabouts are unknown. But he was quite accurate; he foresaw the Divine Child's death and made a run for it."

Angelina looked at Jiang Chen.

The last card Jiang Chen had turned over was a coffin.

Could it be that...

Seeing Angelina's concern, Jiang Chen reassured her, "Don't worry. I never believe in any prophecy. My life is my own to control, not subject to the whims of heaven. I only believe that destiny is held in one's own hands."

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