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

Should we use ten million safety points to deduce an answer?

Wang Wei pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

Why are ten million safety points used to deduce why traditional martial arts can improve one's superpower level?

Not worth it!

Regardless of what secrets lie behind this.

When the time comes, everything will naturally come to light.

Invincible inside the safe house.

Whatever earth-shattering secrets it may have,

I am invincible, do whatever you want!

Moreover, Wang Wei himself had already made some guesses.

It's better to improve yourself than to go to such great lengths to verify a hypothesis.

With this thought in mind, Wang Wei whispered, "Exchange."

As soon as he finished speaking, the eight items on the coffee table turned into dust and vanished into the air.

His safety points increased by 12.8 million.

"Continuous promotion"

As soon as he finished speaking,

The coverage area of ​​the safe house is expanding outwards!

One hundred meters, two hundred meters...

Safe House (Growth Type)

Rating: SSS

Effect: Activating the innate ability, it can create an absolute safety zone within an area of ​​238500 square meters. Within the safe zone, the host is in an absolutely invincible state.

Superpower:

Insight – The host can gain insight into the personal information of all targets within the safe house's perimeter.

Reflection – The host can observe the scene within a certain range outside the safe house in real time, and the range increases as the safe house advances.

Shapeshifting—the host can change the shape of the safe house.

Limitations: Safe houses cannot be moved in real time; the lifespan of a safe house is 2386 days; and the ability can be used every 1 day.

Details: Upgrade requires 23800 safety points.

Remaining safe points: 5605

The area covers nearly 24 square meters and has a lifespan of 6 years!

Wang Wei nodded in satisfaction.

With a thought, he moved the safe house.

In an instant, the safe house transformed into a rectangle one meter wide and nearly 24 meters long!

— Stretching hundreds of kilometers from Jiangnan City, it lies across the land like an invisible giant dragon.

Wang Wei continued to compress the width.

0.5 meters, 0.3 meters, 0.1 meters...

The length then doubles.

477 km, 795 km, 2385 km...

Wang Wei took a deep breath.

In theory, if he wanted, the safe house could become an infinitely thin line, extending to the other side of the world.

However, in this way...

His invincibility is limited to the scope of a thin line.

Unless an enemy comes knocking, he can't do anything to anyone else.

"wrong!"

Wang Wei instantly realized that he had fallen into a misconception.

Since he is invincible within the safe house area.

That way, he can leave a very small area at one end and cover as much area as possible at the other end of the thin line!

Upon realizing this, Wang Wei smiled.

Chen Junjie's status as a "god-level prophet" can now be completely confirmed!

........

Meanwhile, Liu Zhiqiang led Isaac and his group of eight to find Chen Junjie and Zhao Lie.

The two were discussing how to capture the foreign superhuman in Lin'an Town in the hall of Zhao Lie's villa.

When Zhao Lie saw that outsiders had arrived, he immediately stopped talking.

"This is..." Liu Zhiqiang said with a strange expression, "a god-level perception ability user, the prophet—Chen Junjie."

God-level?

Zhao Lie was completely dumbfounded.

When did he become a god-level being?

Chen Junjie is clearly an SSS-level expert with exceptional deductive abilities, but his combat strength is still inferior to mine.

Isaac and his eight companions exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

God-level?

Since the cataclysm, the highest level achieved has been SSS, and I have never heard of anyone breaking through to the god level.

Chen Junjie himself was also taken aback.

He was about to speak when a voice, which only he could hear, suddenly rang in his ears.

"If you don't believe it yourself, how can you expect others to?"

Wang Wei's voice was devoid of any emotion.

"From this moment forward, you are the only god-level superhuman in the world, the human prophet."

Chen Junjie's body trembled slightly.

He was silent for three seconds, then raised his head and glanced at everyone present.

That gaze was calm, resolute, and unquestionable, as if stating a truth that had already been predetermined.

"I am Chen Junjie, a human prophet with god-level superpowers."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear: "He is also humanity's only savior."

Upon hearing this, Isaac and the others' pupils widened suddenly.

Liu Zhiqiang and Zhao Lie stared straight at Chen Junjie, as if they were meeting him for the first time.

Just then—

A nine-colored halo suddenly appeared on Chen Junjie's body.

Gold, green, blue, red, yellow, white, purple, cyan, and orange—nine colors intertwined, forming a dazzling halo around him.

The halo slowly rotated, radiating a chilling pressure.

The oppressive aura far surpassed that of the SSS-level, like an invisible mountain pressing down on everyone present, making it hard for them to breathe.

Zhao Lie's pupils contracted sharply.

He instinctively took a step back.

The pressure was so strong that even his lightning powers trembled.

The nine-colored halo continued to expand its range, slowly rising and hovering above Jiangnan City.

The blood rain was driven away by the halo, and within the area covered by the halo, the dark red rain curtain disappeared, replaced by a clear sky.

A nine-colored halo enveloped Chen Junjie's entire body, making him look like a deity who had stepped out of mythology.

"This…" Zhao Lie's eyes widened, his voice hoarse, "Is this really true?"

He wasn't even sure anymore.

.......

Li Pangzi's villa, two stories.

"Clang—"

Fatty Li leaned out of the window, staring in shock at the nine-colored halo in the distance.

Four fair arms suddenly reached out from below and wrapped around his neck.

A shy voice rang out: "Fatty, don't stop..."

Before he could finish speaking, another soft, slightly reproachful gasp rang out: "Fatty, your only ability is changing your size??"

Fatty Li ignored him.

He stared at the nine-colored halo in the distance, a hint of anxiety flashing in his eyes.

"Damn, there are more and more strongmen!" he muttered to himself.

He gritted his teeth: "No, I can't fall behind!"

"Clang—"

He slammed the window shut.

From the second floor of the villa, Fatty Li's voice rang out:

"Let me show you what it means to be able to hold off ten thousand women at once..."

Villa lobby.

Isaac stared at Chen Junjie with excitement, his lips trembling.

"This is... a god-level ability... it really is a god-level ability!" His voice trembled.

"We hope you can inform us of the future changes in catastrophic weather. We have already paid our 'goodwill' price; Mr. Wang Wei sent us here."

The warlock quickly added, "Yes, yes, Mr. Wang Wei said we can ask you."

Chen Junjie's gaze sharpened.

He can indeed extrapolate catastrophic weather patterns, but only from fragments, far from making accurate predictions.

Just as he was thinking about how to start the conversation, Wang Wei's voice rang in his ears again.

A moment later, Chen Junjie raised his head, his gaze calm as still water.

"The blood rain will continue for another nine days," he calmly repeated.

"Nine days later comes the 'Crimson Mist' natural disaster, which lasts for ten days. After that, there will be a chaotic cycle of known catastrophic weather phenomena—wind blades, extreme cold, thunderstorms, blood rain, and crimson mist, appearing in turn."

He paused.

"However, all the catastrophic weather events will end in two months."

The entire room was silent; not a single person uttered a sound.

Isaac stared wide-eyed at Chen Junjie, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

The ability to predict the type, duration, and end time of catastrophic weather events with such precision is beyond the capabilities of an SSS-level system.

His last shred of doubt about Chen Junjie's god-like superpowers completely vanished.

"And in two months?" the superhuman asked expectantly. "Will the world return to normal in two months?"

Chen Junjie remained silent for a moment.

Then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, a smile exactly like Wang Wei's.

"This requires an additional payment of 'sincerity'."

"Well--"

All eight people were taken aback.

That tone, that expression, that attitude of asking for money—how come it's exactly the same as Wang Wei's?

However, they reacted instantly.

Isaac exclaimed excitedly, "No problem! Mr. Chen, we will take your prophetic message back immediately. And next time we come, we will be prepared with sincerity!"

"Hmm." Chen Junjie nodded slowly.

"Then we'll take our leave." Isaac bowed respectfully according to the etiquette of the Dragon Kingdom, then hurriedly turned and left.

The other seven followed suit and quickly caught up.

After everyone left, Zhao Lie and Liu Zhiqiang both looked at Chen Junjie.

Before the two could speak, Chen Junjie said softly:

"You may call me a prophet, or you may call me—the Savior."

Zhao Lie opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

He looked into Chen Junjie's eyes, and there was no guilt or evasion in those eyes, only an almost obsessive certainty.

"You..." Zhao Lie's voice was somewhat hoarse, "You really broke through?"

Chen Junjie did not answer.

He turned around and looked out the window.

The nine-colored halo had dissipated, and the blood rain began to fall again, the dark red rain curtain obscuring the entire sky.

Wang Wei is right. If the people around you don't believe it, how can outsiders believe it?

From today,

He is the prophet, the savior!