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Chapter 292. The Danger of Number 1

Jiang Jianxin was at a loss. She never expected that the seemingly awesome Truth of Time would actually be such a pathetic and incompetent rule of conduct.

Noticing Jiang Jianxin's surprise, he instinctively replied:
Actually, I think you humans should be able to see what this "truth of time" looks like from the details.

【? 】

Jiang Jianxin replied:
I really didn't see that coming.

Let me analyze it for you.

The answer, Truth, is clearly much more unconventional; it becomes quite positive when discussing incompetent colleagues.

Does time pass silently? That's because it's too cowardly to make a sound.

Does time never fast-forward? That's because no one helps it reach its lofty ambitions; it can't reach them on its own.

Most importantly, anyone can freely write poems criticizing it.

Intuition emphasized:
Because they've picked the weakest link in the truth branch—if you mess with them, you'll regret it.

It will forget about it in a few days.

"..."

This time, it was Jiang Jianxin's turn to fall silent. Faced with such a soft and cowardly Zhenli, she was speechless.

[Isn't the Truth of Time quite prestigious within the branches of Truth?]

Generally, adjectives used to describe someone of high status are domineering and arrogant, and it's quite rare to see them associated with a weak or incompetent person.

[She holds a rather high position.]

"Intuition tells me."

[But the high status of the Truth Clique only indicates its strength; it doesn't have any special administrative power, and we don't listen to it.]

—And a truth as unconventional as this not only disobeys, but also whispers in the ear of honest truth.

【Fine. 】

Jiang Jianxin twitched the corner of his mouth as he answered.

After confirming that there was no problem with the anchor point of the truth of time, she squinted at the young man who had just rushed over.

The person in front of him looked strangely familiar—he was wearing a brown top hat, a black mask covering his face, and instead of the gray vest issued by Rose Transportation, he was wearing a light brown inflatable suit that bulged out, making his features appear rounded and abrupt.

This inflatable suit is clearly not ordinary clothing; it helps him maintain balance, move flexibly, and even float in the water.

The moment Jiang Jianxin's gaze fell upon him, Xu Huan suddenly realized what was happening and crushed the contamination tool in his hand without hesitation.

This was a tool that could instantly teleport. The instant the light enveloped him, Xu Huan saw the black mist surge towards him at the same time.

—Such a fast reaction time!

"Om——"

Just before the light completely engulfed him, the black mist had already reached him and struck his right shoulder hard.

The corrosive power spread instantly, clothes tore, flesh rotted, and bloodstains quickly spread.

"Cough...cough..."

Using the preset coordinates, Xu Huan teleported back to the familiar room at Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals.

He staggered to his knees, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

The excruciating pain in his right shoulder almost made him lose control of his body. He forced himself to move to the counter and took out a white medicine bottle with trembling hands.

"Wow--"

Losing control of his fingertips, the medicine bottle slipped from his hand, and the flat pills scattered all over the floor.

Xu Huan didn't bother to pick it up; she bent down, grabbed a piece from the ground, and quickly stuffed it into her mouth.

The moment the pill was swallowed, the excruciating pain in my right shoulder subsided.

Xu Huan steadily raised her hand, her fingertips touching something wet and sticky—blood, soaking through her clothes and spreading silently.

He wasn't taking any treatment medication, but rather a potent painkiller containing prohibited ingredients.

If an ordinary person takes this drug, it could very likely induce fatal complications.

But Xu Huan didn't care.

According to the prophecy left by the "prophet," he only had a little over a year left to live.

The side effects of this drug will not appear for at least two years.

If taking medicine could really keep him alive for two more years, then that would be considered prolonging his life.

Xu Huan was coughing as he slowly picked up his medicine when he suddenly heard a knock at the door. He stood up and went to open it.

A doctor with medium-length hair and wearing a white coat stood at the door.

—It is Lin Xin'an.

His gaze swept over the still-wet bloodstain on Xu Huan's shoulder, and his brows furrowed immediately:

"Your Excellency, the anchor point of the 'Truth of Time'..."

"I've run into an old rival."

Xu Huan's expression remained unchanged, and her tone was calm.

"Never fought."

Having experienced too many failures in his battles against the prophets, he has gone from being resentful to being unfazed by them.

The only thing he hadn't expected about the failure of this plan was that the man's current fighting power was no less than that of a war. That blow was extremely fierce, and the aftershock alone had left him in such a sorry state.

As for his surprisingly fast reaction speed at the end, he didn't find anything unusual about it.

—That person's ability is to foresee the future; it's estimated that they saw it in advance and planned their actions accordingly.

It's rare for a schemer to make a mistake. Seeing the man's haggard and disheveled appearance, Lin Xin'an said nothing more, only:

"Okay, you should also take good care of yourself."

Xu Huan just smiled.

Although the prophecy left by the prophet was not a good thing, it contained a flaw.

That is, he will die in a year—but no matter what he does in that year, he will not die.

Therefore, he dared to go to Tingyu Tan in person.

Although he disliked his nemesis, Xu Huan still trusted his nemesis's abilities.

"We can't get the truth of time this time. Its other anchors are not easy to find. In the meantime, keep an eye out for other truths."

Xu Huan reminded him.

He pointed to his eyes and said slowly:

"We've progressed to number 3, and we're very close to number 1."

Lin Xin'an's expression was solemn, while Xu Huan smiled and patted him on the shoulder:

"I need to rest and recuperate, so I won't help you with anything else. Make good use of this to confuse the truth."

"You're just a hair's breadth away from succeeding."

……

On the other side, after the light disappeared, the waves emanating from the black rod cleaved through a patch of dark, polluted material.

Jiang Jianxin thought of the young man's ruby-like eyes and asked his intuition:
Do you know who that is?

Intuition gave a clear answer:
[He is Xu Huan, the wise man and schemer of Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals.]

Jiang Jianxin frowned subconsciously:
【Why is it Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals again?】

She thought for a moment, then asked:

Why do I feel a strange sense of familiarity with him?

[Because he knew the prophet.]

"I answered intuitively."

【…】

Jiang Jianxin was helpless:

How many people actually know her? Why does it feel like everyone in this talent-driven society is a familiar face?

Jiang Jianxin had previously learned that her family had sent her a message saying that she had many enemies and that she didn't have much room to survive. At the time, she thought it was just a joke.

I never expected that it would take more than half a year to realize that they were serious.

[That's normal. A groundbreaking sage, a natural number one, of course many people would know her.]

Her birth made the Light Realm realize that the highest sequence number in the two major sequences was no longer 2; there really were people who could reach 1.

Intuition vaguely stated:
Therefore, since her birth, some in the Omniscient Sequence have also longed to reach Sequence Number 1, believing that this would grant them supreme power from omniscience.

[But what they didn't know was that the real reason for their deaths was actually to avoid—a tremendous danger from number 1.]