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

Fatty Li was stunned when he saw Chen Junjie walking out of the wind and snow.

His frail body swayed precariously in the wind and snow, his white hair disheveled by the wind.

Where is even a trace of the demeanor of a prophet or savior?

The figure standing on the high platform, radiating golden light, was completely different from the person in front of me.

Chen Junjie floated through the air and landed on the city wall.

My steps were unsteady, as if I were walking on cotton.

On the city wall, all the superhumans looked over.

Li An also turned his head, a strange glint flashing in his gray eyes.

She had never been interested in anyone, but at this moment, her gaze fell on Chen Junjie.

"Chen..." Fatty Li opened his mouth, the voice stuck in his throat, and after a pause, he squeezed it out, "Prophet, how could you..."

Chen Junjie smiled.

The smile was faint and fleeting.

"Fatty, it's been a long time."

"What is this...?" Fatty Li looked astonished, his gaze sweeping over Chen Junjie from head to toe.

"I'm going to die," Chen Junjie said calmly and frankly.

Fatty Li's face instantly turned cold: "Who did this?"

"It's me," Chen Junjie said slowly, "I wanted to take one more look, but I didn't expect to have used up all my lifespan."

Fatty Li's gaze lingered on Chen Junjie with a complex expression.

He recalled how this person looked when he first came to Jiangnan City—young, silent, with a light in his eyes.

"I'll go in and take a look." Chen Junjie cupped his hands in greeting to Fatty Li, then walked down the city wall step by step.

Step by step, my footsteps crunched softly on the snow, just like any ordinary person.

Fatty Li reached out his hand, hesitated as if to say something, and then slowly lowered it.

On the city wall, a group of superhumans stationed there watched Chen Junjie walk step by step toward the Jinxiu Tiancheng residential community.

Fatty Li looked at Li An.

Li An shook his head, his voice completely flat: "He's exhausted. There's no saving him."

"How could this happen..." Fatty Li muttered to himself.

"The result of forced deduction," Li An said softly. "It was his own choice."

Fatty Li remained silent for a long time.

"What is this kid doing..." he said in a low voice, "He's completely out of control."

Zhao Lie and the others also came out of the underground living area of ​​the Jiangnan base.

Chen Junjie nodded slightly to them and then continued walking.

There were no pleasantries, no lingering.

No one spoke.

Countless eyes followed that slender figure, watching him gradually disappear into the wind and snow.

"What is he doing..." someone whispered.

"His breathing is very weak."

"How could his hair be so white?"

Building 1, Jinxiu Tiancheng Residential Complex.

Zhou Yao came out with her several young wives.

Several women stood at the entrance of the building, looking at Chen Junjie with his white hair, unsure of how to begin.

Just two days ago, he was a prophet revered by the world, a savior worshipped by all mankind.

Today, everyone is eager for him to die.

They didn't know whether to say "welcome" or "condolences."

Chen Junjie nodded slightly to them and went inside.

"What is he going to do?" a young woman asked in a low voice.

"Maybe I wanted to see it one last time." Zhou Yao's voice was very soft.

"Should we follow?"

"Let's wait."

The women fell silent, standing in the wind and snow, watching the figure disappear into the stairwell.

Chen Junjie arrived at the door alone.

He took a deep breath and reached out to knock on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

A moment of silence.

The door opened automatically.

Chen Junjie seemed to have anticipated this scene and stepped inside.

In the living room, Wang Wei sat on the sofa.

He returned here from the underground base in the capital city at some point.

Two glasses of wine are on the coffee table.

Chen Junjie walked over and sat down.

Neither of them spoke.

Chen Junjie picked up a wine glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

The liquor is strong and burns the throat.

Wang Wei also picked up his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

The silence was finally broken.

"I still don't understand," Chen Junjie put down his wine glass, his voice soft, "why you made me a 'prophet'."

Without waiting for Wang Wei's reply, he continued:

"Until two days ago, the monstrous beast proposed a deal. I thought I understood—my value is to die in your place. To deceive the monstrous beast with me, the 'false prophet,' so that the true prophet can live."

"But I still feel like something's not quite right," Chen Junjie said, as if talking to himself. "Last night, I did one last simulation."

He paused, his gaze falling on the coffee table, his voice lowering: "The ending hasn't changed at all. It's exactly the same as what I predicted after advancing to SSS-level—all bases worldwide, all lights extinguished."

He raised his head, staring intently at Wang Wei: "Why is this happening? Why did humanity agree to the conditions of the disaster, yet the outcome remains unchanged?"

His voice trembled, and a long-buried doubt finally broke through the ground.

He took a deep breath and said, slowly and deliberately, "You... are the source of the catastrophe?"

The living room remained quiet for a long time.

Wang Wei looked at him calmly, as if he were looking at a traveler who had reached the end of his journey.

"Was it worth risking your life for an answer?" he whispered.

"Worth it!" Chen Junjie replied without hesitation.

Wang Wei sighed, "I am not the source of any catastrophe."

Upon hearing this, Chen Junjie smiled with relief.

He knew Wang Wei wasn't that kind of person.

He never missed a chance.

"That's good." He murmured, his voice carrying a tenderness born of utter exhaustion. "That's good."

Wang Wei picked up the wine bottle and filled two glasses.

He drank it all in one gulp.

Chen Junjie picked up his wine glass but didn't drink it immediately.

"In the end, even you can't save the world?" he asked.

Wang Wei fell silent.

"We're just one vote away from passing," Wang Wei finally said. "No one in Jiangnan City is voting. But when the time comes, it will pass unanimously."

He looked up at Chen Junjie: "So, you still want to save the world?"

Without any hesitation, Chen Junjie nodded: "I want to."

"Why?" Wang Wei asked rhetorically.

"If I die, all of humanity can live. It's a good deal."

"Is it worth it for a group of people who want you dead?" Wang Wei's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Not worth it." Chen Junjie's answer surprised Wang Wei.

Wang Wei's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"You asked me if it was worth it." Chen Junjie's voice suddenly became steady. "No, it wasn't. Those people weren't worth it. But—"

He took a deep breath. "I'm not a real savior, nor a real prophet. I'm just thinking..."

"Most people choose to agree out of fear. If I don't save the world because of that, wouldn't I be just like them?"

Chen Junjie put down his wine glass. "Besides, ...not everyone wants me dead."

Wang Wei's gaze sharpened slightly.

Chen Junjie turned to look at him: "Some people did nothing. They just remained silent."

"But in this mainstream where everyone is shouting 'Go to hell, prophet,' silence is the greatest kindness they can offer me."

Wang Wei looked at Chen Junjie without saying a word.

Chen Junjie paused, his voice lowering as if he were speaking to himself:

"Vote counts never truly represent public opinion, do they?"

The living room remained quiet for a long time.

Outside the window, the snow had lessened at some point.