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

Chen Junjie led his team northward for three days and three nights without sleep.

They destroyed more than 30 overseas strongholds of superhumans, killed hundreds of S-level superhumans, thousands of A-level and below superhumans, and rescued hundreds of thousands of trapped people.

At each location, Chen Junjie repeated the same process—encircling and suppressing, rescuing people, and escorting them away.

Some of those who were saved knelt on the ground and kowtowed, while others hugged him and wept, shouting that he was their "savior."

It took Chen Junjie less than two days to go from feeling uncomfortable at first to accepting it calmly.

He found himself increasingly enjoying this feeling—being needed, appreciated, and admired.

Every time he heard the cry of "Long live the Prophet," a voice in his heart said: This is your mission, you are the savior.

Zhao Lie followed behind, watching Chen Junjie's back, his gaze becoming increasingly complicated.

This young man has really changed.

It's not that my abilities have changed, it's that my temperament has changed—like a ignited fire, burning ever brighter.

Qian Mengxun walked at the very back of the group, remaining silent.

She watched Chen Junjie save people time and time again, and was thanked on his knees time and time again. She couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart.

She recalled the days when she was hailed as a "savior goddess," and it was pretty much the same.

"I hope you're right," she murmured, her voice drowned out by the rain of blood.

As time went on, the bloody rain continued to fall, but its intensity had weakened considerably.

Meanwhile, the six bases successively welcomed survivors rescued from various places.

At the entrance to the Southwest Base, a group of ragged villagers helped each other walk in.

A superhuman flew out and asked in surprise, "Where did you come from?"

"Luofeng Village!" "The prophet saved us!" The old man suddenly became excited, his cloudy eyes shining.

"The prophet led people down from heaven and killed all those man-eating beasts! They crushed them one by one into pieces of paper!"

"A prophet?" The superhuman was taken aback.

"Chen Junjie! The prophet and savior of the Dragon Kingdom!" a middle-aged woman nearby exclaimed.

"He saved hundreds of us and even gave us food. He's a true savior!"

Similar scenes were simultaneously playing out at major bases in Shanghai, Tianhai, Shangjing, and even Jiangnan.

The rescued people came from different places, but they kept repeating the same name – Chen Junjie.

"Prophet Chen Junjie saved our village!"

"He single-handedly killed over a hundred S-class superhumans!"

"He could also foresee catastrophes; he said the blood rain would stop, and it really did stop!"

The news spread like wildfire.

As a large number of rescued people entered the base, Chen Junjie's name spread to every corner of the six bases in just a few days.

"Have you heard? A god-level prophet named Chen Junjie has emerged in the Dragon Kingdom."

"He has been saving our Chinese people and has killed countless foreign superhumans."

"What are those big shots in the league good for? They're not even as good as a young guy!"

Discussions arose one after another; some admired it, while others were skeptical.

But no one can deny that the name Chen Junjie has become the most frequently used word among the survivors of the Dragon Kingdom these days.

At noon on the ninth day, the blood rain suddenly stopped.

It didn't gradually shrink; it stopped in an instant.

Everything was exactly as Chen Junjie had said!

At that moment, Isaac and his companions reappeared outside Jiangnan City.

Liu Zhiqiang looked at the eight familiar figures and shook his head. These eight people were damn punctual.

"Come with me." He turned and walked away.

Without further ado, the eight people followed.

In the living room, Wang Wei leaned back on the sofa.

Isaac and his eight companions filed in, and without any formalities, placed their belongings directly on the coffee table.

Wang Wei glanced at them; there were eight pieces of remains.

"Mr. Wang Wei, the blood rain has stopped," Isaac said respectfully.

"Your previous prophecy has come true completely. We've come to find out—what is this calamity?"

"The prophet is Chen Junjie." Wang Wei picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and said, "You should ask him about that."

"But--"

"No buts," Wang Wei interrupted him. "Go find him, he'll tell you."

Isaac took a deep breath and didn't ask any more questions.

He and the other seven exchanged glances, bowed respectfully, and turned to leave.

The eight people left quickly and decisively, having become accustomed to this "offer and go" process.

After they left, Wang Wei looked at the eight treasures on the coffee table and said calmly, "Exchange them."

All eight items turned to dust at the same time and disappeared into the air.

A series of notification sounds rang in my mind:

"Remains of the remains can be exchanged for 160 million safety points..."

"Remains of the remains can be exchanged for 220 million safety points..."

"Remains of the remains can be exchanged for 210 million safety points..."

The eight items combined amount to 18 million safety points.

With the five million earned by Chen Junjie from hunting down overseas superhumans in the past few days, Wang Wei's safe points balance has now exceeded twenty-three million.

Wang Wei leaned back on the sofa and nodded in satisfaction.

..........

Huangliu Town, a wilderness.

A one-sided massacre had just ended, and the ground was littered with the corpses of more than thirty foreign superhumans.

At this moment, Isaac and his eight companions flew in from the horizon and landed in front of Chen Junjie, bowing respectfully.

"Prophet, we have just come from Jiangnan City," Isaac said. "We would like to know what calamity you spoke of last time?"

Chen Junjie took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over the eight people, and said, word by word, "Extraterrestrial Beasts."

"An extraterrestrial beast?" Isaac's pupils contracted.

"That's right." Chen Junjie's voice was soft, but it struck everyone's heart like a hammer blow. "Soon they will appear in all parts of the world."

"As for strength, at the very least, it's equivalent to a human A-level ability user..."

The eight men turned pale upon hearing this.

The priest asked in a trembling voice, "Prophet, could you provide more details? For example, the number of the beasts, their exact locations...?"

Chen Junjie shook his head: "Heavenly secrets cannot be fully revealed. You only need to know that in a little over a month, all of humanity will face a calamity more terrifying than any other disaster. Be prepared, and you may survive."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.

Isaac took a deep breath: "Prophet, I must return to the Astrology Society immediately and bring this message back."

The eight people left in a hurry, forgetting even to exchange pleasantries.

---

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

On the huge projection screen, news circulating in several major bases was displayed.

Public opinion across the various bases overwhelmingly supports Chen Junjie, with some even questioning why the alliance is "inactive."

"Chen Junjie's momentum is unstoppable," a middle-aged man said. "Throughout the six major bases, rumors are circulating that he's a savior. If this continues..."

"So what if things continue like this?" Dewey sneered. "Those foreign superhumans are eating people within China's borders, and who's saving them? It's Chen Junjie!"

There was a moment of silence in the conference room.

Old Liu slowly began, "Chen Junjie's situation was indeed unexpected. But regardless, he is a Chinese. His abilities are useful to the alliance."

"What do you mean?" Dewey looked at Old Liu.

"Invite him over." Old Liu picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "In the name of the Alliance, invite Prophet Chen Junjie to oversee the capital."

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

This effectively confirms Chen Junjie's identity as a prophet and savior.

If the alliance publicly invites him to take charge, it will be tantamount to acknowledging that Chen Junjie's status as savior will be above that of everyone else in the alliance.

Dewey remained silent for a long time before finally nodding: "I'll go myself."

..........

Living room of Building 1, Jinxiu Tiancheng Residential Complex.

Wang Wei leaned back on the sofa, and under the light, he could see everything in the conference room in the capital.

"Inviting Chen Junjie to oversee things in the capital?" A slight smile played on his lips. "Interesting."

"Go," Wang Wei said softly, "go and see how those people elevated you to such a pedestal."

He paused, the smile in his eyes slowly fading.

"And then, watch how they push you into the abyss..."