It turns out that his previous worries were just a false alarm.
Gavin confessed to Xin'er about his second superpower—precognition.
Xin'er stroked her chin, staring intently at Gavin's head, as if trying to see through it to the crystal inside.
"This ability is pretty good."
Gavin's lips twitched. So the point shouldn't be his concealment, or his displeasure at having doubts about her.
Seeing his expression gradually contort, Xin'er reached out and pushed his head, as if disciplining a disobedient child.
"Alright, stop thinking about nonsense. Instead of dwelling on these thoughts, you should earn me more crystal cores. I only care about your abilities; I'm not interested in your little secrets."
She emphasized the words "little secret" with extra emphasis, and as she said it, she deliberately glanced at the others present.
Not just Gavin, but all of her subordinates were the same.
Just let her work obediently; as for the rest, let her think whatever she wants.
"So, what else did you foresee?" Xin'er was even more curious about this.
Gavin, embarrassed, raised his hand and ran a hand through his hair, honestly answering:
"The other scenes I foresee usually happen within a few days. There are two that haven't happened yet, one of which is about pigeons."
He glanced at the pigeons beside him. "It was in a very simple room, dimly lit, which had been temporarily converted into an operating room."
"The pigeon was tied to a single iron bed frame, and that..."
Gavin, feeling guilty, glanced at Xin'er again, who rolled her eyes at him.
"Just say it directly, why are you beating around the bush?"
Gavin took a deep breath and spoke faster, "You're holding a scalpel, you're going to open his head."
You asked him why, and he said it was because of love.
"Pfft!" Xin'er couldn't help but spit out the milk tea she had just drunk from her mouth when she heard this.
She looked up incredulously. "Do you want to hear what you're talking about?"
Carl and the others had already heard Gavin mention it, so they remained quite calm. He took out a tissue from his spatial stone and handed it to Xin'er.
Then he squatted down and wiped the milk tea on the coffee table with a towel.
Gavin curled his lip. "He was still smiling after his head was pried open. He was completely willing to do it."
The pigeon in the corner, head down looking at its toes, its blushing ears revealing its embarrassment.
Xin'er put the milk tea back on the coffee table, her expression very serious.
"Putting aside why I would perform brain surgery on a pigeon, just one thing is certain: the situation where I would be able to operate would definitely not be in the rudimentary and temporary operating room you described."
She may commit murder or conduct other research, but she doesn't have the habit of using a scalpel.
The use of a scalpel must be for the purpose of treatment or a positive outcome. If that's the case, she certainly wouldn't have the surgery performed in such a rudimentary environment.
Because she has all the resources to create a better environment. She has all sorts of advanced equipment in her space. She previously emptied out countless military hospitals and research institutes in the island nation. Given her habits, she would never compromise her own comfort.
Xin'er only mentioned this much and didn't continue, but instead asked, "What's the other one?"
Speaking of this, Gavin's initially relaxed mood unconsciously tensed up again.
Xin'er had been watching him the whole time and easily noticed his fear.
Is there anything more terrifying than her pigeon-driving brain?
"There's another one... there are green leaf-shaped things floating in the sky, like rain. When they fall to the ground, they turn into a puddle of green liquid. That liquid is corrosive, and its effect is very similar to sulfuric acid."
"The entire planet is being rained on; all buildings, humans, zombies, and everything else are being corroded and scorched by this rain of leaves."
As Gavin spoke, his tone gradually became more agitated.
“I saw you again. You were standing in mid-air, wearing a red dress, the kind of ancient costume from the Flower Country.”
"Standing opposite you is a man with long white hair and green clothes. The green leaves seem to be falling from his body."
"You two seem to be at odds, like you're about to go to war."
"Moreover, that was the only time I felt that the white-haired man make eye contact with me; he could see me!"
Gavin was bewildered. "That was the first vision I ever had. None of my other visions since then have ever shown this kind of thing."
When Gavin mentioned the corrosive rain, Xin'er immediately thought of the natural disaster in the book—acid rain.
According to the order in the original book, acid rain follows shortly after the extreme heat.
But this idea was dispelled when Gavin mentioned the white-haired man; it was Shahua, she was almost certain.
Xin'er narrowed her eyes, revealing a dangerous aura—a side of her that no one had ever seen before.
She didn't speak, and no one else dared to utter a sound.
A moment later, Xin'er leaned back lazily, her elbow propping up her chin, her languid voice carrying a distinct chill.
"Your prediction will not come true."
Because she wouldn't give Shahua the chance to enter the Blue Planet.
"You all go out first. Carl will make arrangements to thoroughly clean up this island, and then you can stay here."
"Yes, Sister Xin." Carl nodded respectfully and led everyone out of the room.
They all guessed that Sister Xin seemed to belong to this world, or this era.
She knows that white-haired man, right?
But since she didn't want to say more, they didn't ask any more questions; they just needed to do what she asked.
Xin'er lay back on the sofa, closed her eyes as if taking a nap, and asked Xiao You in her heart, "Let's see how many points I have."
"Master, your current points are 63,954,000..."
Before it could finish speaking, Xin'er interrupted it, "Alright, I understand."
To unlock the third floor of the Root Tower, you need 100 million points. She currently has over 60 million, so she'll be there soon.
Her fingers tapped lightly on the outside of her thigh as she pondered the elaborate scheme that idle bastard Shahua had orchestrated for her.
The information carried by System 777 was created by the plant demon Shahua from the planet Pluto.
Is Pluto the planet where Shahua is now, or where she was before?
If he is currently on Pluto, what role does the Spacetime Administration behind Pluto play?
The exact location of Shahua can only be determined by unlocking the third floor of the Root Tower.
At this moment, all Xin'er wanted was to find him and kill him.
With Xin'er's support in terms of equipment and supplies, the Warwing Legion was able to clear Paradise Island quite quickly.
All the filth on the island was gone, not even ashes remained. The things in the houses that needed replacing were replaced, and the houses that needed to be demolished were demolished.
The withered forest behind them was completely burned down by Xin'er. No one else would have been able to control the fire if she hadn't done it herself.
The fire burned for three days and three nights, but they lived on the island and were completely unaffected.
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