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Chapter 336. Unraveling the Initial Lines (Part 336)

That day, Lin Xin'an huddled in a cramped corner of the stairwell, his teeth chattering uncontrollably, making a soft, cracking sound.

Faint footsteps and intermittent cries could be heard from downstairs—it was Yu Sirou's voice.

He didn't know how much time had passed; he only felt that every second was like a stretched rubber band, making his heart ache.

Just then, that familiar voice suddenly rang in my mind:
Okay, they're gone.

"That... the Crown Prince's fiancée..."

Lin Xin'an's voice trembled so much that it was almost inaudible.

"She...how is she?"

This was the first time he had let someone else take the blame for him. Reason told him that this was wrong; Yu Sirou had clearly done nothing and was innocent just like him.

but--

The will to survive, like a venomous snake, tightly coiled around his throat, imprisoning him on the top floor of the building.

He didn't even dare to go near the window, for fear of seeing the bloody scene downstairs.

[His limbs were cut off and he was thrown into the snow.]

Lin Xin'an's pupils suddenly contracted, and a chill ran down his spine.

【but……】

The voice in my head paused, as if deliberately trying to whet my appetite.

She was rescued.

"It's good that I was rescued...it's good..."

Lin Xin'an mechanically repeated himself, his voice dry as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

He staggered down the wall, each step feeling like walking on cotton.

When he reached the middle of the stairs, his movements suddenly froze.

An indescribable force pulled at the back of his neck, forcing him to slowly raise his head—the light shining through the top-floor window was particularly dazzling in the dimly lit corridor.

Young Lin Xin'an was terrified of death. This fear crept up his spine like ice water, making him tremble all over and his legs feel as weak as cotton.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, his fingertips touching something wet and slippery—tears had already streamed down his cheeks without him realizing it.

He gritted his trembling teeth and retreated step by step, each step feeling like stepping on a knife's edge.

Why did you go back again?

The voice in my head suddenly rang out.

Lin Xin'an felt his tears welling up again:
"That person... is my sister, I have to save her."

How do you plan to save her?

The voice continued to press, with a kind of cold patience.

The boy's trembling lips opened and closed, finally managing to squeeze out a sentence:

"...Pull the tube out and connect it to me. I'll lie down and let her go."

【Hahaha. 】

A voice in his mind suddenly burst into a mocking laugh, the sound echoing in his skull and making his eardrums ache.

You're too naive, young diplomat.

That pipe is connected to the "mechanic." If you pull the pipe out, you both will die.

"Mechanic"—this was the first time Lin Xin'an had heard this name.

The word struck him like a block of ice.

He stood there, feeling as if the whole world was spinning.

In the end, he dragged his dejected steps and slowly left the abandoned building.

Through his constant contact with extraterrestrial deities, Lin Xin'an gradually glimpsed the truth of the world—that there is not just one world.

In some worlds, witchcraft prevails, with spells and magic intertwined to create a mysterious order; in others, cultivators ride swords, slaying demons and monsters above the clouds; and in still others, faith surges like a tide, with believers' prayers shaking heaven and earth.

He had conversed with many wise pantheons and learned about the special nature of the "diplomat" talent—that by establishing a link with the gods, one could advance one's "sequence".

What is the purpose of the forward sequence number?

The psychic told him the answer: he could gain greater omniscience—even a way to save his sister.

In order to establish a connection with the gods more quickly, he accepted the temptation from the god behind the television station—the "Hundred-Eyed Demon"—and became its undercover agent planted in Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals.

With His covert support, Lin Xin'an's position rose rapidly. From an ordinary employee to the chief physician of the hypnosis department, and then to a minor leader within Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals, his identity became increasingly important, and he gained access to more and more confidential information.

However, no matter how high he climbed, no matter how much bizarre and madness he witnessed, his original intention remained unchanged—

Become omniscient and save your sister.

Xu Huan, the wise man at Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals, is a perceptive person. Lin Xin'an had only recently been promoted to chief physician of the hypnosis department. After a few interactions with him, Xu Huan noticed his abnormality—a subtle sense of incongruity, as if a completely different set of thought logic was hidden within a seemingly normal body.

Strangely, Xu Huan did not expose him.

Instead of exposing him, she subtly reminded him during a casual conversation:
"If you are looking for a branch of truth, or if you can obtain the anchor point of a major branch of truth, you can also improve your abilities, and even progress faster than on the current path."

Lin Xin'an didn't fully understand it at the time, but those words were like a seed that quietly planted in his mind.

Later, he followed the advice and found the "confusing truth." When he truly became omniscient and looked back from the top of the sequence, all the previous confusion vanished like mist.

At this moment, the question posed by the foresight, though simple and easy to answer, is clearly full of profound meaning.

"Then you don't need to tell me my death date... I just want to know, can she... survive?"

The diplomat asked as calmly as possible.

"I hope you can answer this question honestly."

The diplomat stared intently at the transparent, unreal image from ten years ago.

Yuzhijia paused for a moment, then spoke softly:
"I know what you want to hear... but I'm sorry."

"This is a branch with vines entwined around it but no fruit falling to the ground."

"Your story is full of regrets."

The diplomat's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

His lips trembled, and a smile that was more like a grimace stretched across his face.

"So...it still doesn't work..."

Ten years of arduous journey, countless brushes with death, all the struggles and calculations, all the desperate madness, collapsed at this moment.

Lin Xin'an suddenly felt a void in his chest cavity, as if a piece of flesh had been forcibly ripped out.

A single sentence from the fortune teller rendered all his efforts in the first half of his life futile.

The only solution he came up with didn't even have a chance to begin; its fate was already sealed. How could he not go mad?

But even so——

Even so... I will... give it a try.

The diplomat's teeth were clenched so tightly they were almost inaudible, yet his voice was terrifyingly resolute.

There was no response from the family.

She silently watched the slowly turning gears of fate, which, in her precognitive vision, were clear to the point of cruelty—every tooth mark was etched with a predetermined trajectory, and every turn crushed countless struggling souls.

She knew better than anyone what the premonition was.

It is the insight that some people will stubbornly go against the current and persist regardless of everything.

When you shout "My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens," that shout itself becomes a line in the script of destiny.

All those who try to break the ending will ultimately fail—because the foresight has already foreseen their resistance, and their so-called "struggle" is nothing more than a necessary path to the predetermined end.

At this moment, Lin Xin'an was like a flying insect trapped in a quagmire in her eyes.

The wings were still flapping in vain, unaware that every struggle was within the prediction of fate.

She won't point that out.

It wouldn't remind him that every act of resistance, every act of resentment, even his current persistence, had already been factored into the inevitable failure.

So she simply changed the subject gently, her voice as calm as if she were discussing the weather:

"Let's not talk about your future, let's talk about our old debts first."

The prophet smiled and said:
"At the beginning of the apocalypse, you tried to send me to a mental hospital under the pretext of mental illness."

The diplomat smiled too, but his smile was tinged with bitterness:

"Didn't you entrust Jun Yunqi with the power of Rose Transportation to cover your safe resurrection before you died?"

"In the chaos of the apocalypse, Rose's traffic jamming measures were also negligent, which allowed the Hundred-Eyed Demon to scan the crowd with the signal tower and search for you one by one. After finally finding you, it gave the order."

He paused and then said:
"The ambulance that took you to the mental hospital was originally headed to the TV station."

When the apocalypse came, the TV station took over the signal tower immediately because the god controlling it wanted to take advantage of the chaos to find out the whereabouts of the prophesied death.

After finding her whereabouts, they first sent a mysterious person disguised as her friend Su Dong to kill her.

At that time, Jiang Jianxin was just an ordinary person, and he was quickly misled, forgetting the most peculiar point—

She is 23 years old and has already graduated from university. Su Dong was her friend in university, and he should have already returned to his home in another province by now. How could he possibly be with her?
The TV station's plan was meticulous enough, and they acted early enough, but unfortunately, Jiang Jianxin obtained the Sword Master's Diary before the apocalypse arrived, quickly awakened his Sword Master abilities, and killed the strange creature sent by the TV station.

However, the TV station also anticipated that there was a premonition behind it all, and killing her wouldn't be so easy, so it orchestrated a series of elaborate schemes.

After Jiang Jianxin killed the mysterious Su Dong, he was immediately sent to the police station under the control of the television station.

Lin Xin'an, an undercover agent for the television station, was also dispatched in this matter.

This triple trap should have been able to easily kill her.

Unexpectedly, the premonition eventually found a way out, allowing her to survive the perilous situation as an adult.

All the plans were anticipated, and the predictive sequence never failed.

"...Since everything was planned in advance by you...why bring up old debts with me?"

The diplomat said helplessly.

"You knew what I was going to do, but you didn't send Shen Ye to kill me beforehand. Wasn't that also to keep me alive until today?"

"You are the one who made a fool of all the forces, and you are also the one who turned so many heroes into clowns on the chessboard—Foresight!"

Yu Zhijia simply nodded slightly, her expression calm to the point of indifference.
“I know you feel powerless and angry, but there’s nothing you can do, Omniscient One. The future is in the hands of foresight. And you can only be a wise person who sees through everything but is powerless to change it.”

She added:
"If you're going to be so unreasonable, then I don't have to talk about old debts with you. After all, I didn't come here just to chat about the past."

The diplomat kept a close eye on her:
"Are you about to start playing chess again, Your Excellency?"

Yuzhi laughed and slowly said:

"Do you know, Omniscient Lord, that I am the one who sees through this whole situation the most clearly? My knowledge even far surpasses yours."

"'Hundred-Eyed Demon' helps you advance through the sequence so that you become the connecting line, and it uses you to devour 'Mechanic'."

"Xu Huan reminded you to find the branch of truth. The so-called branch of truth is easier to find, but it's just a cover. He wants you to integrate into the branch of truth to attract the truth to descend and devour the mechanic and the Hundred-Eyed Demon."

The precognitionist stretched out a hand and said:
"And I know that in this three-way struggle, one of them will inevitably win, and whoever wins will bring devastating damage to the world."

"What I need to do is to keep all three parties outside the territory."

The omniscient being before him opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

The fortune teller pulled a blank tarot card from his pocket, on which was the silhouette of a masked king.

The Omniscient looked at the card, his expression filled with surprise and uncertainty, and said:
"You bet that in a three-way battle, truth will prevail?"

Yuzhijia smiled and said:

"It's not that I'm betting the truth will win, but that the truth will definitely win."

"At that time, this Tarot card of emotional truth will become a powerful weapon to block it."

The expert pinched the card between two fingers, shook it slightly, and said.

"After all, emotional truth is the dark side of truth that was finally shed, and it was crushed into so many pieces and scattered across the world by the latter."

"Truth will be very happy to see it again."

The fortune teller gently pushed the tarot card into the metal box; the dull thud of metal touching metal was particularly clear in the quiet night.

She bent down and stuffed the box into the dark crevice under the seat.

After she finished, she straightened up, the hem of her white robe sweeping across the lawn of the flowerbed.

The morning light pierces through the veil of time and space, spreading across the darkness of tonight like diluted milk.

The light of a morning ten years ago now envelops her figure, giving her silhouette a hazy, frosty edge, as if she might vanish into thin air at any moment.

The diplomat's gaze followed the receding figure.

His gaze lowered, finally settling on the gap between the seats—where a corner of a metal box was faintly visible, gleaming coldly in the moonlight ten years later.

"Bah…"

The diplomat took out the metal box.

After ten years of weathering, the box is worn and tattered, with the paint peeling off to reveal the dull metallic color. The surface is covered with fine rust, like the scars left by time.

He gently shook off the rust flakes from the surface, and the moment he slowly lifted the lid of the box—

The tarot cards were brand new, and the silhouette of the masked king on the cards was still clearly visible, as if time had never left any trace on them.

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