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Chapter 83, Section 82: The Ineffective Precognitive Magic, Shurahart's Desperate Situation

Two months later.

Demon City.

It was late spring, but the outside world was covered in ice and snow.

Shurahart stood by the window of the Demon King's castle, leaning on the windowsill, gazing at the snowy scene outside, his eyes filled with an intense, unyielding gloom.

A cold wind swept past, carrying fine snowflakes, and ruffled a few strands of black hair across his forehead. He murmured:

"My precognitive magic failed! Who are you?"

He frowned and pondered for a long time, but still couldn't understand how such a miraculous ability could fail one day.

Gu Yuan did not die; he was not captured by Celia and died at the hands of the demons.

The mere existence of this matter was enough to stir up endless doubts in his mind.

Who is Celia?

That being was even more ancient than the current Demon King, with unfathomable strength, yet she failed to capture a mere human?

"Absurd, laughable, yet it happened nonetheless." He raised a hand to press his throbbing temples, his tone filled with barely suppressed frustration, "How on earth did you do that?"

This question was like a thorn stuck in Shurahart's heart.

If this problem remains unresolved, none of his subsequent plans can proceed.

It is known that once a spell fails, it may fail a second or third time.

In the grand scheme of the demon race's unification of the world, any mistake could render centuries of preparation futile.

Just as Da Yi was lost in thought, facing the cold wind, he suddenly heard a series of footsteps behind him that seemed to blend into the air.

It was very light, like raindrops hitting the surface of water.

With a slender and graceful figure, draped in a black cloak, "Thunder" Donna emerged gracefully from the darkness.

As one of the elders of the Demon King's castle, she returned to the mountain at His Majesty's command.

At this moment, she watched Shurahart leaning against the windowsill, deep in thought, her silver-grey eyes slightly narrowed, a half-smile playing on her lips:

"Oh? It's you. I thought someone was playing the role of a sculpture here."

"What's wrong? Something on your mind?"

Her voice carried a hint of lazy mockery as she approached with elegant steps.

Hearing the voice, Shurahart turned around, but his body subconsciously took a small step back, revealing his surprise.

"..." Donna paused, stopping in her tracks. "Don't you remember me?"

"..." Shurahart stared intently at her, his dark eyes filled with scrutiny.

After a long silence, he slowly uttered a sentence, his voice heavy:

Why are you here?

This is yet another scene that didn't appear in the future. What exactly happened in these two months?

Even the elders who had long since disappeared have reappeared.

When His Majesty moved to "Erd", he was certainly not alone.

"Thunder" Donna is one of them. She is skilled in thunder magic and was once a top expert in her clan.

Capable of moving at four hundred times the speed of sound, and striking with lightning speed in a fraction of a second, it is an attack that even His Majesty would find difficult to withstand.

Wasn't she retired? Why did her gaze subtly sweep over Donna's lower abdomen because she was pregnant? Shurahart had a general idea in his mind.

Donna keenly noticed his gaze, and a meaningful smile curled at the corner of her lips:

"Since His Majesty has given the order, I have naturally come."

"Shurahart, I heard that you recently stopped issuing orders to the front lines, causing our clan's plan to conquer the elves and humans to come to a complete standstill."

"Can you tell me why? As the 'Omniscient One,' why don't you use your precognitive magic anymore?"

She pressed closer, her gaze intense, the probing in her eyes almost tangible—it was obvious she had come with a mission.

As expected, the deception was not concealed.

Shurahart's silence lasted for a moment, like a cold rock that eventually cracked open from within.

His gaze swept back to the window, where a snowflake drifted into the room and landed on the back of his hand.

Gently brush it away.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, his back to Donna, seemingly unwilling to let her see his expression. His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable heaviness:

"There's no reason why, my precognitive magic just malfunctioned."

"A person who should have died is now alive."

He decided to stop hiding it. Since he couldn't find the answer no matter how hard he thought about it, he might as well throw this hot potato out to someone else.

"Oh?" Donna raised an eyebrow, genuine surprise replacing her previous amusement. "Something's wrong?"

This is the first time I've ever heard of this.

In her mind, "seeing the future" was a divine ability that never made a mistake. The fact that such a blunder has occurred is no small matter.

Her attitude subtly became serious; she took a half-step forward and tried to press the matter further:

Do you know who had this influence?

"Tell me his name and location, and I'll go take care of him right now."

Her straightforwardness was tempered with the cruelty and efficiency unique to demons.

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his foot, looking as if he was about to set off at any moment, with dangerous blue-white lightning already emanating from his toes.

Seeing her impulsive behavior, Shurahart was speechless for a moment, and almost sighed as he said, "This joke isn't funny."

"Those who can intervene in the future must possess some kind of magic similar to predicting the future."

"Are you sure he won't see you beforehand?"

Donna paused, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes—she had completely forgotten about it.

If she were to act rashly under these circumstances, and her whereabouts were discovered by the other party, she would inevitably be caught like a turtle in a jar.

She reluctantly extinguished the lightning, her tone now more earnest after being persuaded: "Then tell me, what should we do?"

Shurahart finally turned around, walked past her, and headed deeper into the corridor, his steps unusually steady.

"This is my next goal."

"The last time I saw him through magic was in the capital of the unified empire."

"Well then, 'Thunder' Donna, since you were invited by His Majesty, why not do me a favor?"

"The biggest flaw of the magic of foreseeing the future is that if the enemy is in the future and has no connection with the user, the user cannot foresee the enemy's existence."

"I hope you can completely suppress your hostility, infiltrate the capital, and investigate everything about him."

His tone regained its commanding quality, as if he had transformed back into the strategist who planned and commanded everything.

"—" Donna was silent for a moment. Infiltration? That was really not in line with her style. She preferred a thunderous trial.

However, considering that even ruthless individuals exist who can render "predictive magic" ineffective, she felt that occasional caution was not cowardice. So she lowered her eyes and pondered for a few seconds before looking up and saying, "Okay, but I need a helper."

"Are there demons who are bold, meticulous, and skilled at disguise?"

She didn't want to do this kind of sneaky work alone.

The two continued to discuss the matter.

at the same time.

King's capital.

Gu Yuan reached out and pushed open the gate between the two worlds, slowly walking out with a batch of packaged supplies.

The door closed behind him.

"jingle."

He raised his hand and shook the bell, the device to summon the "maid," and Celia immediately pushed open the door from the next room.

She wore a simple coat, her hair casually tied back, showing less of her usual arrogance and more of the elegance of an ordinary woman.

"Come help me move these things out."

"Um?"

Celia raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over the pile of supplies of unknown origin, her brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

However, she quickly relaxed her brow—as the saying goes, do your best and leave the rest to fate; the origins of these things have nothing to do with her.

Every month, Gu Yuan would sell these items to the merchant guild in exchange for some strange and unusual magical items and potions.

She was already used to it.