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

"What are you secretly laughing about again?" Zhou Yao came out of the kitchen carrying a pot and saw the smile on Wang Wei's lips that he hadn't had time to hide.

"It's nothing." Wang Wei composed himself and looked at Zhou Yao. "Is it done?"

"Mmm." Zhou Yao nodded and quickly scooped out the rice and placed it on the dining table.

Wang Wei glanced down at the contents of his bowl: "Rice?"

"No," Zhou Yao said seriously, "I made rice porridge."

Wang Wei frowned.

There wasn't a drop of water in the porridge in the bowl.

He suddenly realized that skipping a meal wasn't such a big deal.

Wang Wei got up and walked directly to the bedroom.

"Hey, aren't you going to eat?" Zhou Yao's voice rang out from behind.

"Enjoy it yourself at your leisure," Wang Wei's voice came from the bedroom.

Zhou Yao looked down at her "masterpiece," then at the closed bedroom door, and muttered to herself, "Is it really that bad...?"

She picked up a spoon, took a bite, chewed twice, and her expression gradually froze. Then she silently carried the pot back to the kitchen.

In the bedroom, Wang Wei was about to close his eyes and rest when the door opened again.

Zhou Yao poked her head in, her face bearing an expression that said, "I have a brilliant idea."

"I have an idea..." she blinked, "How about I teach you a foreign language?"

Wang Wei looked at her without saying a word.

Zhou Yao continued somewhat shyly, "I'll find you someone who can cook."

"Okay." Wang Wei forced a kind smile. "Go on out, I need to rest."

"Hehe." Zhou Yao laughed awkwardly twice and then closed the door.

Wang Wei shook his head and closed his eyes.

........

The following day, the blood rain intensified.

Crimson rain poured down from the sky, and visibility dropped sharply.

Inside the city of Jiangnan, rainwater overflowed the steps, forming dark red streams in the low-lying areas.

At this rate, it's likely that half of Jiangnan City will soon be flooded.

People who originally lived in basements and garages were urgently evacuated by the superhumans of Jiangnan City due to water seepage problems and placed in some relatively well-preserved residential buildings.

No one complained about the temporary relocation.

In the apocalypse, being alive is the greatest fortune.

Li Pangzi, Zhao Lie, Liu Zhiqiang, and Chen Junjie braved the bloody rain to arrive at Jinxiu Tiancheng residential area.

The four exchanged glances, and Fatty Li led the way inside.

.........

In the living room of Building 1, Wang Wei looked at the four people.

"The martial arts techniques that Chen Junjie brought," Wang Wei said, his gaze falling on Fatty Li. "You're in charge of arranging for the ability users to practice them. The number of techniques is limited, so prioritize supplying them to S-level ability users."

"Hmm." Fatty Li nodded, then subconsciously added, "Prophet, please rest assured."

Wang Wei was taken aback upon hearing this.

Fatty Li gave a wry smile and pointed at Chen Junjie: "He asked us to call him that."

Wang Wei's lips curled slightly upward, his smile revealing neither joy nor anger: "This form of address is fine. However, it's not for me—"

He paused, then looked at Chen Junjie.

"It's him."

The living room fell silent for a moment.

Fatty Li's smile froze on his face, Zhao Lie's pupils contracted slightly, and Liu Zhiqiang looked at Chen Junjie in confusion.

Chen Junjie was stunned, pointing at himself with a bewildered expression: "Me?"

Wang Wei nodded slowly: "I'll talk to you privately later."

He offered no explanation and continued assigning tasks to the other people.

"Zhao Lie," Wang Wei looked at him, "it's time to make some moves regarding the superhumans in Jiangnan City."

Zhao Lie's expression shifted slightly.

He certainly remembered Wang Wei's condition for taking them in—to deal with foreign superhumans.

He didn't know the location of the overseas organization, so he was waiting for Wang Wei's orders.

"Understood." Zhao Lie nodded. "We are ready."

Wang Wei nodded, then looked at Liu Zhiqiang: "Zhiqiang, we'll be having a lot of visitors coming over during this period, so you'll be in charge of receiving them."

"Yes," Liu Zhiqiang replied readily.

Wang Wei nodded in satisfaction, picked up his water glass and took a sip: "You guys go ahead and get busy. I have something to tell Junjie."

Li Pangzi and his two companions exchanged a glance and then left.

........

Outside the residential area, the three stood in the rain, using their supernatural abilities to protect themselves, with the rainwater sliding away three feet above their heads.

Fatty Li looked out the window of Building 1 and clicked his tongue, "Tsk tsk... Prophet... This kid's going to make it big."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Lie looked at him in confusion.

Fatty Li turned around, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Lie and Liu Zhiqiang's faces, and lowered his voice: "If I'm not mistaken, Brother Wang is trying to create a 'god'."

"Creating a god?" Zhao Lie frowned.

"As you all know, Qian Mengxun has ruined Brother Wang's reputation," Fatty Li analyzed. "The Alliance has portrayed him as a murderer, and ordinary people wish he were dead."

"So he needs a spokesperson—someone with a clean image, outstanding abilities, and who can speak for him."

He pointed in the direction of Building 1: "Chen Junjie has an SSS-level sensory ability. It's not impossible to mold him into a prophet, or even a savior."

Liu Zhiqiang remained silent, his face expressionless.

Savior?

Qian Mengxun was initially portrayed as a savior goddess by the Alliance, and then promoted to goddess status by the Divine Alliance.

But what happened? They vanished without a trace, and no one knows where they are.

Zhao Lie's pupils suddenly contracted.

Using Chen Junjie to win people's hearts?

Is Wang Wei preparing to break with the alliance head-on?

He looked at the window of Building 1, his gaze becoming increasingly complicated.

.........

Only Wang Wei and Chen Junjie remained in the living room.

Chen Junjie stood in front of the sofa, his back ramrod straight, and he couldn't hide his excitement as he faced Wang Wei.

Wang Wei leaned back on the sofa, his gaze fixed on him as if examining a weapon.

"Jun Jie," he said softly, "this prophet, the savior—"

He paused.

"You do it."

Chen Junjie was shocked upon hearing this.

"Me?" His voice was hoarse. "I'm not... I'm not a prophet... You are..."

Wang Wei smiled.

"From today onwards, you are."

Chen Junjie opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath, raised his head, and his gaze became firm.

"What do I need to do?"

Wang Wei said softly, "When the time is right, you will go to the other five bases."

Chen Junjie was taken aback: "What are you going there for?"

"Let everyone know that your prophecy is the will of Heaven."

Chen Junjie took a deep breath, bowed deeply to Wang Wei, and then turned and left.

In front of the living room window,

Wang Wei watched silently as the four people left in the rain.

The pieces are in place, drawing the world into the game.

This life-or-death gamble,

it has started