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

The Alliance headquarters, a conference room in the basement.

Why hasn't the construction of the Jiangnan base and the relocation of population started yet?

Dewey's voice echoed in the enclosed space, carrying an barely suppressed rage.

His face was ashen, and several middle-aged men in military uniforms sat with their heads bowed, not uttering a word.

"According to the plan, 200,000 soldiers and construction supplies should arrive in Jiangnan City today," Dewey questioned coldly, tapping his finger heavily on the table.

"Why hasn't it moved?"

However, the people on the other side remained silent.

Dewey's fist slowly clenched.

Just as he was about to explode in anger, the conference room door was pushed open.

Old Liu walked in, followed by a young man of about twenty years old.

The young man had delicate features and a calm gaze. He wore a faded gray coat, which seemed somewhat out of place in the solemn conference room.

"Old Liu?" Du Wei was taken aback and quickly composed himself.

Old Liu gave a signal with his eyes, and the middle-aged men in military uniforms, as if granted a pardon, lowered their heads and quickly left.

The meeting room door closed, leaving only Mr. Liu, Du Wei, and the young man.

"It was I who called off the Jiangnan City base project," Old Liu said slowly.

Dewey frowned: "Why? Although Jiangnan City is small, its geographical location is suitable as a transit point, and Wang Wei is there—"

"It's all because of Wang Wei."

Old Liu interrupted him, looking directly at Dewey.

Dewey was taken aback: "Wang Wei?"

Old Liu didn't answer directly, but turned to look at the young man behind him: "Junjie, you answer."

The young man stepped forward and bowed slightly to Du Wei respectfully: "Commander Du, my name is Chen Junjie, and I currently possess SSS-level auxiliary sensory abilities."

"SSS rank?" Dewey's pupils contracted, his voice filled with undisguised shock. "You advanced so quickly?"

Just over ten days ago, Chen Junjie was only an S-level player.

Going from S-rank to SSS-rank in just over ten days is a speed that goes beyond the word "fast".

Chen Junjie smiled slightly: "This is all thanks to the Book of Changes, the Book of Burial, and the Qingnang Classic that Elder Liu gave me."

"The methods of deduction in these timeless classics resonated with my sensory abilities."

Dewey nodded slowly.

He knew that the alliance's higher-ups possessed the methods for advancing superpowers.

The combination of traditional Chinese martial arts techniques and supernatural abilities can indeed significantly increase the speed of ability advancement.

But he didn't expect the effect to be this good.

SSS-level sensory ability...

Dewey's gaze lingered on Chen Junjie for a moment before he looked away.

"Tell me about Wang Wei." His voice regained its composure.

Chen Junjie's smile faded, and his expression became serious, even showing a hint of...fear.

"I deduced Wang Wei's abilities again after I was promoted to SSS level."

He paused, as if recalling a scene he didn't want to remember.

"I saw the Dragon Kingdom, and the lights in the six major bases went out one by one."

Chen Junjie explained proactively: "In the face of apocalyptic catastrophe, humanity may still have a glimmer of hope. In the face of a great calamity, there is always a glimmer of hope left."

"But Wang Wei... didn't." He gave a bitter smile, his voice carrying an indescribable emotion.

"I even suspected at one point that Wang Wei was the source of the disaster."

The conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Alright."

Old Liu suddenly spoke up, "Junjie, you may step back now. I have something to say to Du Wei."

Chen Junjie bowed respectfully, turned and left the conference room.

Only two people remained in the meeting room.

"Dewey," Old Liu said slowly, "one Wang Wei, and the future of hundreds of millions of people—you should know how to choose."

After speaking, Old Liu looked directly at Dewey.

He was convinced that Dewey, in that position, would make the "most reasonable" choice.

Another silence followed.

"What should we do about Wang Wei?"

Dewey finally spoke, his voice hoarse.

"He has precognitive abilities. He'll know immediately if the Alliance makes a move. At that time—"

He paused, his tone grave.

"He has completely stood on the opposite side of the league."

Du Wei originally wanted to recruit Wang Wei into the league.

The ability to foresee events is of immeasurable value in times of catastrophe.

But now... Chen Junjie's deductions are like a stone weighing on his heart.

"Don't worry," Old Liu said calmly, "the alliance won't target him."

Dewey was taken aback.

This isn't like what Old Liu said.

"At least—" Old Liu picked up his teacup, took a sip, "on the surface, we won't do anything to harm him."

Dewey frowned.

"Old Liu," he said thoughtfully, "don't forget, Wang Wei has more than just precognitive abilities. Based on the information we currently have, he is... invincible within his own domain."

"Invincible?" Old Liu smiled, a faint smile that revealed neither joy nor anger. "Being invincible in terms of superpowers doesn't mean that person is truly invincible."

He put down his teacup, his gaze becoming deep and unfathomable.

"The best strategy is to subdue the enemy without fighting. The best way to kill someone is—"

He paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately:

"It's about destroying the spirit."

Dewey's pupils constricted slightly.

"A person becomes the target of everyone's hatred, feared, rejected, and hostile by everyone."

"Even the people around you are the same... They can't handle it on their own without any external intervention."

Dewey fell silent.

One Wang Wei, and the future of hundreds of millions of people.

The answer to this multiple-choice question was predetermined from the very beginning.

"I'll go and follow up on the base construction."

Dewey expressed his attitude through his actions.

He will no longer be involved in Wang Wei's affairs.

Only Old Liu remained in the meeting room.

He picked up the cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp.

"Wang Wei..."

"What a pity."

The teacup was gently placed on the table, making a crisp sound.

"This world does not need a second savior."

Chen Junjie saw the lights go out at the six bases, but he also saw another scene.

However, Dewey never got to know.

......

On the border of the Dragon Kingdom, there is a desolate ruin.

Qianmengxun, Wang Qiang rushed over and landed amidst the ruins.

Qian Mengxun's gaze swept around, a sneer playing on her lips: "They call themselves the Sun Cult, so why are they all hiding in the shadows now? Are the Sun Cult members ashamed to be in the light?"

The words fell.

In several corners of the ruins, dozens of dark figures materialized out of thin air from under the rubble and behind the broken walls, slowly converging into human shapes.

The leader took off his hood, revealing a gaunt face.

"Qian Mengxun... the Divine Alliance has already been wiped out. What are you doing here?"

Qian Mengxun looked at him calmly.

"Of course, we will continue to cooperate."

She took a step forward.

"Someone is devouring people with superpowers. And—that person has precognitive abilities."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over every member of the Sun Cult present.

"Fifty-seven members of the Holy Covenant Church, including two S-rank members, all died in Jiangnan City."

"Your hiding place, your numbers, your strength—all are transparent to him."

The man in the lead had his pupils constrict slightly.

"Wang Wei?" he uttered the name, a hint of apprehension in his voice.

"Yes, Wang Wei." Qian Mengxun's lips curled up slightly. "Precognitive ability—he knows exactly how many of you there are and what your strength is."

She walked up to the man, close enough to see the shadows in his eyes.

"If you want to live, cooperate with me."

"otherwise--"

She turned away from them, her voice icy.

"Your island nation is truly doomed to extinction and become history."