I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

The blood rain suddenly stopped.

prophet?

Wang Wei heard this long-lost word again.

Countless raindrops stopped around the two of them.

Chen Junjie knelt on the ground, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He sensed that the spacetime around him had not changed at all—it wasn't a spatial ability, nor a temporal ability, but something more fundamental.

It was as if the whole world was operating according to this man's will.

Wang Wei stood in front of him, looking down at him.

"A prophet?" Wang Wei repeated the word. "What prophet?"

Chen Junjie's throat tightened.

He felt an invisible pressure coming from all directions.

He gritted his teeth and spoke in a hoarse voice, "I saw two possible outcomes in one person."

"Continue," Wang Wei said, his voice devoid of emotion.

Chen Junjie took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked directly into Wang Wei's eyes. "Omniscient in this life, omnipotent in this life."

His body was trembling, not from fear, but from excitement.

"You are the savior!"

The sound echoed in the frozen rain curtain.

"Only you can stop this catastrophe!"

After Chen Junjie finished speaking, he looked at Wang Wei with excitement, like a pilgrim who had finally seen a statue.

Wang Wei looked at him.

Suddenly he laughed.

He was laughing very happily.

It wasn't because I was moved, nor because I hated it.

It was because a thought had just crossed his mind—if in this lifetime, another "prophet" or "savior" were to appear,

What will happen?

Will I be abandoned by everyone again?

Wang Wei looked down at Chen Junjie, who was kneeling on the ground, and said, "You came here just to say this?"

Chen Junjie quickly said, "I have come to seek refuge with you. I want to follow the true savior."

"Savior..." Wang Wei murmured softly.

That's a name I haven't heard in a long time.

"Do you think I'm a savior?" Wang Wei retorted.

"My deduction will not be wrong," Chen Junjie replied decisively.

"Okay," Wang Wei suddenly nodded, "I like confident people."

"However—" Wang Wei changed the subject, his voice still calm, "this alone is not enough for me to accept you."

Chen Junjie remained calm.

As if he had anticipated this, he quickly took out a cloth bag from his bosom and handed it over with both hands.

The cloth bag was wrapped in several layers of waterproof oil paper.

"These are some of the core principles of traditional martial arts techniques that I have compiled."

He paused, then added, "I know you don't need it, but the superhumans in Jiangnan City can use it to enhance their combat power."

"Zhao Lie's lightning-based superpowers, combined with the 'Five Thunder Orthodox Method' within, can increase their power by at least 30%."

Wang Wei looked at the cloth bag in Chen Junjie's hand.

As expected of someone skilled in deduction, they came prepared, even taking into account the needs of superhumans like Zhao Lie.

"Okay," Wang Wei smiled, "then you can stay in Jiangnan City."

After Wang Wei finished speaking, he turned and went back.

The blood rain that had been hovering in mid-air suddenly began to fall again, hitting the ground with a soft thud.

Everything returned to normal, as if the pause just now was an illusion.

Chen Junjie knelt on the spot, stunned for two seconds, then suddenly stood up and followed after him with a joyful expression.

He hadn't expected it to go so smoothly.

He prepared more than a dozen excuses and thought of countless ways to deal with rejection, but Wang Wei didn't even ask any questions.

The two entered Jiangnan City one after the other.

The streets were deserted.

A layer of dark red rainwater had accumulated on the road surface, making a pattering sound when stepped on, like stepping on a pool of blood.

Wang Wei pointed to a detached villa: "Go find Fatty Li, and you two can come together tomorrow."

Chen Junjie looked in the direction Wang Wei was pointing.

It was a three-story villa, and the windows on the second floor were lit.

He nodded emphatically: "Okay!"

Then he respectfully bowed to Wang Wei, bending at a ninety-degree angle.

Wang Wei didn't respond, he just glanced at him and continued walking forward.

Chen Junjie straightened up and looked at Wang Wei's back.

"Savior, prophet..." Chen Junjie murmured to himself, his eyes filled with fanaticism.

He turned and walked towards the villa.

moment,

Chen Junjie arrived outside the villa.

Before he could even knock, a series of decadent sounds echoed from the second floor.

Chen Junjie frowned.

He already knew what was happening inside.

He coughed lightly, secretly activating his supernatural power.

The noise from the second floor abruptly stopped.

Before long, Fatty Li appeared in front of his villa.

"Who are you looking for?" Fatty Li asked cautiously.

He couldn't see through this person at all.

"The prophet sent me to find you," Chen Junjie explained.

"A prophet?" Fatty Li was taken aback. "Brother Wang?"

Chen Junjie frowned upon hearing this. "The Prophet is a savior. What right do you have to call him brother?"

Fatty Li was dumbfounded. "Young man, Wang Wei isn't here, so don't take any more pictures."

"Hmph," Chen Junjie snorted coldly and walked straight into the villa.

"Hey," Fatty Li waved his hand, "Did I let you in?"

"You're researching dual cultivation?" Chen Junjie glanced at him. "Is your progress slow?"

Fatty Li's eyes widened. "How did you know?"

"Show some respect to the prophet," Chen Junjie said earnestly. "I'll help you get promoted to S-rank."

Fatty Li's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Chen Junjie's hand: "Really? You can upgrade me to S-rank, I'll call him daddy!"

Chen Junjie withdrew his hand, giving him a disdainful look: "You? You want to be the Prophet's son?"

"Hey!" Fatty Li exclaimed anxiously, "What do you mean?"

He looked at this kid who was barely in his early twenties and was furious.

That's really hurtful.

But the thought of my combat power increasing once my ability reaches S-rank...

Fatty Li decided to put up with it.

"Hehe," he chuckled, "Tell me, why has my progress slowed down recently?"

Chen Junjie glanced at him. "The women you date are all ordinary people..."

Before Chen Junjie could finish speaking, Fatty Li slammed his hands together.

"Yeah, how come I didn't think of that!"

"The best results are definitely achieved when two people are of similar skill levels..."

"We need to find a group of female superhumans..."

Chen Junjie: ? ? ? ?

Meanwhile, Wang Wei returned to Jinxiu Tiancheng residential area alone, and Zhou Yao's meal was not yet ready.

Wang Wei sat on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest.

First it was the overseas fortune-telling organization, then it was Chen Junjie.

It seems that some people have deduced some fragments of the truth.

However, it's not complete.

It was even mixed up with fragments from the previous life.

Otherwise, those people—including Chen Junjie—would not have regarded him as a savior.

Chen Junjie just said—that he saw two possible endings for him?

Chen Junjie, you're wrong.

Those are not two endings for one person, but two endings for all of humanity.

In the previous life, he died and humanity lived.

This life—

Wang Wei opened his eyes.

He is alive.

As for humans...

Wang Wei's lips curled up slightly.

He kept Chen Junjie because he was prepared to play a game with everyone.

A game that will determine the fate of humanity.

Defeat, Chen Junjie dies.

Win—and all of humanity perishes.

Wang Wei's smile deepened.

Life and death are nothing more than a gamble, and he is the dealer.