Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 929 Assistance Ten Years Later (Part Two)

He continued talking to himself, "That eyeball has many uses. If conditions permit, it can be used with Sister Ke present, on people who are less vulnerable, and then have Sister Ke use [Observer] on them, which can achieve an effect similar to predicting the future."

By using the blind eye on multiple people of different status and social identity at similar times, and then having Sister Ke watch their experiences over the past ten years, she can piece together the most likely future.

Although future events may change because we know these things in advance, they are still highly relevant because they represent the most likely future. In general, they can accurately predict the future.

......"

And so Jiang Wengao kept talking and talking.

Shangguan Yan and Xia Shou would occasionally interrupt him to ask a few important questions, which he would answer one by one.

Time ticked by, and the final deadline was fast approaching. The surrounding walls were completely covered in writing, steaming hot air, and the temperature inside had become like a sauna.

The flames spread precisely in a zigzag pattern across the floor, and the air conditioning was running at full power to ventilate, but Xia Shou and Shangguan Yan still sweated profusely.

Finally, even the ceiling and floor were completely covered with writing, with densely packed words filling every visible corner of the interrogation room.

Jiang Wengao stood up and began writing on the iron chair he was sitting in, and also on the interrogation table.

The three of them continued to talk while writing.

Ten minutes is a short time; soon only one minute remained.

Jiang Wengao suddenly stopped and said, "Minister, tell my past self that he can do it, he will become a hero, no matter how bad the predicament, he can persevere, even if he is weak... any kind of person can save the world."

"Well done," Shangguan Yan said calmly and matter-of-factly.

Xia Shou: "Thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Wengao was taken aback when he heard this, then smiled and said, "It's so good to see you all again."

Next... that's all I have to write.

He stretched out his palm and wrote on the last empty space on the iron table. As the last words appeared, Jiang Wengao's eyes began to lose focus.

"Tell Sister Ke that I won. We really were just a possibility."

"What does this mean?" Xia Shou asked.

But at this point, Jiang Wengao was as if he had lost his hearing and could not hear anything at all.

A few seconds later, he suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Xia Shou reached out to help him, but when he touched the other's arm, he only felt that Jiang Wengao was exerting force haphazardly, without treating the arm he was trying to support as a fulcrum, as if he had lost his sense of touch.

He moved slightly, then suddenly seemed to give up completely, his whole body relaxed, he lay flat on the ground, his empty eyes staring straight at the ceiling covered with writing, his expression indescribably relaxed.

A sentence involuntarily floated into Xia Shou's mind: Death is like a cool summer night, allowing one to sleep peacefully without worry.

That's the feeling Xiao Gao gives him now.

Then, ten years later, Xiao Gao suddenly disappeared, and the original Xiao Gao appeared out of thin air on the ground, lying down.

Jiang Wengao looked at the charred writing all over the room and slowly stood up from the ground: "Holy crap! What's going on here?"

"You're very capable." Shangguan Yan smiled and gently patted Jiang Wengao's shoulder.

Xia Shou tried to use the power of his remaining eyes to see Xiao Gao's future again, but he could see nothing at all.

Normally, only things that "die" in the future are invisible, but Xia Shou believes that people whose eyes have been replaced by missing eyes will also be unable to see the possible future.

Xia Shou walked to the table and glanced at the last message Xiao Gao had left behind: "In my Root Sea, I can play a game. That game is set fifty years in the future; it's an extension of this world into the future."

Through that game, I learned about many things that happened over the past fifty years, and with each time I restarted the game, I…

It clearly states the source of his intelligence and his ability to do so.

In his final words, he wrote: "Let me, Jiang Wengao, who once existed, bear the cost of revealing the game; let's not let him suffer it again."

"So this is Xiao Gao's ability," Xia Shou said.

Xiao Gao's actions ten years later gave Xia Shou some inspiration: some costs could be borne by his future self, and the power he dared not use could be used by his future self.

Unfortunately, the centipede's missing eye can only be used once per person; otherwise, it could summon its future self to fight indefinitely, like the rocket launcher ten years later.

"What's going on?" Jiang Wengao looked around after returning, still not understanding the sudden change.

Shangguan Yan loosened his damp collar, picked up his phone and made a call: "Bring the archaeological team over, and have the analysis department send a group of people over as well. Also, have the memory erasure team prepare."

Xia Shou looked at Jiang Wengao, who was looking around, and felt a mix of emotions.

Back in the Blood Dynasty, when we put this guy in charge, he acted like he was "really not up to the task," but it turned out he was quite reliable.

I never expected that it would be this kid who held on in the end.

However, when Xiao Gao mentioned that his shadow had gone berserk, he was genuinely terrified.

Although the minister already knew a little about the power of Merlin's shadow, he hadn't yet explained the truth about the shadow to the other party. How could he cover it up if asked about it later?
Xia Shou sighed inwardly, hoping the minister hadn't noticed.

Xia Shou shook his head, pulled himself out of his thoughts, and began to look at the words on the wall.

At the same time, Xia Shou noticed that Jiang Wengao's expression had also become very subtle.

"Does this overlap with some of what you already know?" Xia Shou teased as he stepped forward.

Jiang Wengao's shoulders jerked violently: "Wh-what? What did you combine?"

“These were left behind by you ten years from now, so we already know some things. You don’t need to tell us. Look… that corner of the table, go see for yourself,” Xia Shou said, pointing to a corner of the interrogation table.

Jiang Wengao took three steps at a time and jumped to the table. After a while, he suddenly let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had put down a heavy burden and felt much lighter.

"Is this my decision?" Jiang Wengao sighed, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

Since the person ten years later has left this behind, it means they've given up keeping this secret to themselves and given up being the protagonist of this world.

But telling the ministers this secret also meant revealing all my potential and value to the control bureau, making me feel like I might become a game machine without rest in the future.

Although he was somewhat unhappy, he was able to accept the result calmly.

He is no longer the naive young man with lofty ambitions who just transmigrated here; he has seen enough of the cruelty of this world.

No one can be the protagonist of this world. Even a legendary figure like Brother Bai, who is famous and renowned, can die in the vast history without a trace due to a small butterfly effect. Let alone a minor character like him.

In this world, there are no destined legendary adventures, only an unstoppable fate like a wheel.

If the one who left these things is truly himself ten years from now, then he must have considered things much more than he does now.

This might be how his future self has cleared out an even worse path for his present self.

(End of this chapter)