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

The headquarters of the Covenant Church is an underground sanctuary in a Western-style building.

The candlelight flickered in the bronze lamps on the wall, illuminating the entire space.

The murals on the dome seemed to come alive in the candlelight—angels and demons battled, holy light clashed with darkness.

Inside the main hall, dozens of white superhumans sat in two rows, dressed in uniform dark robes with the golden emblem of the Covenant Church embroidered on their chests—a cross sword stuck in an open holy book.

The white superhuman in the main seat, around fifty or sixty years old—Henry Morgan, the leader of the Covenant Church.

At this moment, he crossed his arms in front of his abdomen, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and spoke in a deep voice: "The Astrology Society has announced the emergence of a god-level superhuman in China. What are your thoughts on this?"

"A prophet? A savior?" A burly white superhuman below scoffed disdainfully, crossing his legs.

"If there truly is a savior, he should be born in our North American Federation. Dragon Kingdom? Ha—"

"That's right," another white man chimed in, tapping his fingers on the armrest.

"How could the people of China possibly be saviors? They can't even handle a disaster properly; how many people died? Hundreds of millions?"

A low chuckle suddenly rang out in the hall, and a sense of superiority filled the air.

Henry Morgan paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Since the cataclysm, the astrological society's prophecies have never been wrong."

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

Although the people present looked down on the Chinese, they still had great faith in the astrology society.

The Star Goddess's predictions have been 100% accurate since the catastrophe.

She said there are god-level superhumans, so it's highly likely to be true.

The savior, that's probably true too.

However, the prophet and savior announced by the astrological society this time is a Chinese.

This is something that these self-proclaimed white supremacists find difficult to accept.

White people are the superior race in the world. How could it be the turn of those yellow people to save the world?

Just then, the door to the main hall was pushed open, and a young man strode in.

"Master, fellow council members, there is new information."

Henry Morgan spoke in a deep voice: "Speak."

The young man took a deep breath, his voice echoing in the empty hall:

"The seven major organizations—the Priests' Council, the Spiritual Church, the Sorcerer's Guild, the Mediums, the Divine Word Order, the Shaman Temple, and the Nadiye—have just simultaneously released their latest prophecies."

He paused briefly, as if organizing his thoughts, then said, slowly and deliberately:

"It matches the Star Society's divination. Chen Junjie—a god-level superhuman, a human prophet, and a savior."

Dead silence.

The entire hall fell completely silent.

Only the candlelight flickered on the wall, making a faint "crackling" sound.

After a long silence, a council member of the Holy Covenant Church hesitantly spoke up: "Sect Leader, should we contact the Spirit Realm Society, the Shiva Cult, the Sun Cult... these forces? If the news is true—"

"Instead of contacting them, we should communicate directly with the Dragon Kingdom Alliance," Henry Morgan interrupted him.

The young man added, "They also announced the subsequent changes in the catastrophic weather—the blood rain will continue for nine days, followed by red fog, which will last for ten days. This is completely consistent with the information released by the Star Society."

After he finished speaking, there was another silence.

A moment later,

Another board member spoke up: "In other words, as long as we verify the subsequent changes in the catastrophe, we can determine whether these prophecies are true."

The people in the hall looked at each other and nodded slowly.

The blood rain will continue for nine days. After nine days, the truth will be revealed.

Henry Morgan looked around, his gaze sweeping across every face, then said softly, "Wait. Wait nine days."

---

The same scene played out almost simultaneously within more than a dozen organizations of supernatural beings around the world, including the Spirit Realm Society, the Sun Cult, and the Shiva Cult.

The headquarters of the Spirit Realm Society is an ancient castle that has been transformed into a fortress.

After hearing the report, the president of the Spirit Realm Society waved his hand: "Nine days is nothing, we can wait..."

At the headquarters of the Sun Cult, Masaki Yamaguchi knelt on the tatami mat.

"...God-level...Prophet...Savior..."

He read the words aloud, then looked up, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes:

"Send someone to the Dragon Kingdom to make contact with the alliance."

The headquarters of the Shaivite religion, an ancient temple hidden deep in the mountains.

The priest sat cross-legged on the stone platform, the rosary in his hand stopped turning.

He closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them, his voice hoarse:

"We'll make a decision after the blood rain stops."

---

In the capital city, at the alliance headquarters, in the conference room.

The long conference table was filled with people on both sides.

Dewey sat in the first seat on the left, Liu Lao sat to the right of the main seat, and the other league executives took their seats in order.

On the giant projection screen, prophetic messages from eight major organizations, including the Astrological Society, were displayed: blood rain would last for nine days, red fog would descend, and the catastrophic weather would end in two months.

At the very top, a line of large red characters stood out starkly:

Chen Junjie, a god-level superhuman from the Dragon Kingdom—a prophet and savior of humanity!

"Hehe." Old Liu chuckled, picked up his teacup and took a sip. "A savior has emerged in China, and we're the last to know."

He put down his teacup, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. "What do you all think?"

After a moment's hesitation, Dewey spoke first: "Junjie left the capital city because he's going to break through to the god-level?"

"He went to Jiangnan City," Old Liu said calmly. "The prophetic messages from several organizations also came out after he arrived in Jiangnan City."

The atmosphere in the conference room shifted subtly.

Jiangnan City is practically Wang Wei's territory.

Wang Wei is both a superhuman in the Dragon Kingdom and a figure hated by everyone in the five major bases.

Chen Junjie went to find Wang Wei and then became a god-level prophet?

"Could it be..." Dewey hesitated, his brows furrowed.

"What is it?" Old Liu asked, looking at him.

Dewey took a deep breath. "Could it be that Wang Wei is manipulating all of this behind the scenes?"

The meeting room fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop.

Because if this is true, it means that Wang Wei is not only invincible, but he can also "create gods".

At this moment, a middle-aged man in military uniform stood up and asked in a loud voice, "What did the Xie family and the Zhang family say? Did no one deduce these things?"

Old Liu said with a wry smile, "They...remain silent."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man in military uniform angrily rebuked, "Before the disaster, they all acted like charlatans, meddling in every project, big or small, across the country, consulting feng shui and choosing auspicious dates! Now that we need them, they're shirking their responsibilities!"

Dewey shook his head and said softly, "Maybe they didn't deduce anything at all. Maybe..."

He looked at the middle-aged man: "I dare not say."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man in military uniform's expression shifted.

Although these two institutions faltered at crucial moments, their ability to analyze feng shui and predict good and bad fortune before disaster struck was truly effective.

Especially after the catastrophe, the predictions of these two companies became incredibly accurate.

If these two companies are afraid to speak, then... things will get complicated.

Some of the people present began to whisper among themselves.

"Let's wait and see," Old Liu suddenly said, his voice not loud, but it drowned out all the other discussions.

"Whatever Wang Wei and Chen Junjie want to do... let nature take its course, and everything will come to light."