I would rather betray the gods

That day, Qingyuan arrived at the factory office early and clocked in for work.

He was a very pragmatic young master who did not become decadent despite the improvement in his material conditions.

Little did he know that his clean and bright private office had been thoroughly equipped with numerous hidden cameras by the Baolong Group.

The name "Baolong" is a homophone of "Baolong," meaning to protect the "true dragon." This serves to confuse outsiders and also protect Qingyuan.

On the other side of the camera, the team members were mostly in place.

"Where's Yuzu Bro? Why isn't he here?"

On her first day of receiving wages without having to tighten screws in the workshop, Qinghe looked incredibly excited and full of vigor.

In contrast, his older brother, Qingjiao, sat alone in a corner, occasionally tapping on his phone and sometimes looking out the window, a faint sadness on his face.

"Never mind him, he's been acting all mysterious these past few days, and then he just shows up on his own."

While speaking, Yuebai secretly observed Qingjiao, who seemed out of place in the atmosphere.

She discovered that this person was similar to the Pisces god, always looking at his phone and then spacing out for a while, repeating this cycle over and over again.

The group was newly formed and no one knew where to start. It was Lao Xu who led everyone to get started.

He instructed everyone to begin by understanding those highly authoritative prophecies, then move on to the insightful analyses found on various contemporary websites, and finally even to carefully study online comments.

The reason is simple: the information released by Heaven is bound to be a mixture of truth and falsehood, serving as a form of protection for the Holy King and thus obscuring the secrets of Heaven.

The aim is to convey this message to the Holy King through the mouths of the people, so that he will, through some causal bondage, discern the truth and gradually awaken.

At this point, Lao Xu made an extra point about those self-identifying pseudo-saints. Most of them are blinded by self-interest and unaware of it. No matter how much true or false information they compare themselves to, they still fantasize that they are the legendary figures, completely attached to appearances.

Prophecy has harmed many people, including those who are ignorant and believe in false saints.

However, it is precisely because this "cake" is so tempting that many prophecies have been passed down from ancient times to the present day, becoming increasingly popular at important junctures, and thus having the highest probability of reaching the ears of the true Holy King.

Therefore, what the group can do at present is to filter out all kinds of valuable information, try to deliver it to Qingyuan, let him identify it himself, and then accelerate his awakening.

The reason it's called accelerated awakening is because Lao Xu calculated the Blue Fat Man's star chart, and the collapse time is earlier than predicted!

"Old Xu?"

Yuebai looked at Lao Xu, who was talking until his throat was dry, with suspicion, and handed him a cup of tea.

"what?"

Old Xu cautiously took the teacup, looked at Yuebai's expression, and wondered what was wrong with him now.

"I think your divination skills are comparable to those of the great ancient prophets. Are you really unable to predict the Holy King's future, or are you just pretending?"

If you can figure out who this person is, we can just use that person to become a saint, since time is running out on Blue Fat Star! At the very least, you can tell if a prophecy is true or false, right? I don't believe you can't!

Moonlight White's eyes gleamed with a sharp light, seemingly capable of piercing through one's heart.

"My dear little aunt, please don't flatter me. Any one of those great prophets is one in a million!"

Old Xu's hands trembled with excitement, clearly showing that his emotions came from the bottom of his heart.

He put the teacup on the table and continued, "Let me give you an analogy: if history is a carriage, then those great prophets are the ones who drive the carriage with whips, each one a powerful force that can propel history forward!"

I'm just an old geezer, like a bell around a horse's neck. Every time the horse takes its next step, it raises its neck and shakes the bell to make it ring, so it seems like I 'can' do it too~".

Okay~~

Seeing him like this, Yuebai finally put aside her suspicions.

Subsequently, the Baolong Team began to operate in an orderly manner.

kindness? !

While busy, Yuebai suddenly felt a surge of emotion.

She sensed the divine presence of the deity she had been searching for her son.

But soon, her heart calmed down, because she had been happy for nothing. The scent was mixed with the smell of pomelo. If she wasn't mistaken, it was probably pomelo using a summoning spell!

In a deserted corner of the factory.

The pomelo, which Yuebai was muttering about, was "facing the wall in repentance."

A piece of paper was taped to the wall, and he was reading it intently.

Upon closer inspection, his demeanor and posture were no different from usual.

When he 'habitually' raised his hand to adjust his glasses on the bridge of his nose, he realized that he wasn't wearing glasses at all, making him look like the head butler of the Pisces sign.

"Second Master, this is an uncivilized area, I'm in a difficult position."

After reading the contents of the paper, the head butler muttered to himself while looking around.

After confirming that no one was around, he tore the paper off the wall, intending to shred it and throw it in the trash can. However, there was a line of words written in watercolor on the wall behind the paper: "Be sure to do as instructed."

It really is his divine king; he knows the temperament and personality of each of his subordinates perfectly.

The head butler pointed to his eyebrow, shook his head with a wry smile, and abandoned his resolve to "refuse to comply"...

"Quick, he's moving!"

Everyone was doing their work. Qinghe was in charge of monitoring, and he shouted to alert everyone that there was something going on on his end.

Everyone immediately crowded around and saw on the monitor screen that Qingyuan was tired from working and was leaning against the boss's chair watching short videos.

The content is an interpretation of prophecies concerning the Holy King.

Prophecy is like the sound of a drumbeat, traveling through the long river of time to reach the ears of those who are meant to hear it!

Everyone looked at each other, marveling at the wonder of fate.

"What's going on?"

Suddenly, a head squeezed in from the crowd of onlookers—it was Yuzu.

"Can't you see for yourself?"

He was late on the first day, and Yuebai gave him a disapproving look.

cough~

Yuzu had anticipated this scene, and blinked as she looked at the screen.

After watching for a while, he asked Old Xu, "Could we cast a divination to see when Qingyuan started paying attention to this information?"

No one understood his intentions, but Lao Xu readily agreed, because the events that had happened were not really divine secrets, so it wouldn't hurt to make a casual prediction, though it might not be accurate.

So, under everyone's watchful eyes, Old Xu began his niche divination method—using whatever was readily available, such as remote controls, postcards, or even cigarette boxes, anything that could be tossed on the ground and identified. He would hold it in his hand, chant a little incantation, and then toss it on the ground, observing its shape, its number, and even his fingers.

"The divination indicates it will be the Chen month of this year?"

Old Xu looked at Youzi with some uncertainty.

"[Born in the year of Chen, month of Chen], that matches up perfectly."

Yuzu muttered to herself, then turned to Qinghe, "Isn't this the month you told me your family would welcome him back to the clan? Did you hear anything or notice any different details back then?"

That was the month they officially brought him back, Qinghe nodded.

But with all the commotion of gongs and drums, no one was paying attention to anything else. Qinghe couldn't think of anything, so she turned to Qingjiao and asked, "Did you notice anything?"

Green Pepper raised his head slightly and pondered for a moment, "I remember there were quite a few villagers watching the excitement at the time. Some people whispered that he looked like a 'hidden dragon' that had escaped from its cage, and that he might be the legendary Holy King or something like that."

I was right next to him at the time, and I even saw him glance at those villagers.

Not long after we brought him back, our uncle (the big boss) started making arrangements for our "Baolong Group."

"Oh...so you mean your whole family probably felt that Qingyuan was a prophet around that time."

The pomelo rolled its eyes from side to side.

Correct.

Green pepper nodded.

"The timing of fate is just right, neither too early nor too late."

Yuzu pondered to herself.

The two brothers with the character "Qing" thought he was simply piecing together clues, but Yuebai and Lao Xu knew that Youzi, the "person in the dream," was the key to finding the Holy King, and that he had more to consider when piecing together clues.

Sure enough, Yuzu, who had considered things more carefully, added, "Blue Fat Planet is much larger than Earth, so probabilistic events are more likely to occur there. He's not the only one who can match the relevant prophecies at the same time, so we can't draw any conclusions until the very end."

After saying that, he looked at the two brothers with the character "青" (qing), indicating that everyone was a possibility, including you, me, him, and everyone on Blue Fat Star.

When I looked at the green pepper, she was chatting on her phone. When she realized she was being watched, she just pouted.

When he looked at Qinghe, Qinghe exhaled a puff of smoke and then slightly raised the corners of his mouth, clearly more concerned about whether they should have a drink together after get off work.