Bai Jiamu blurted out: "Why are you suddenly telling Bai Liu's fortune?!"

"What fortune-telling?" Nishen retorted angrily, "My skill is called [Listening to God's Words], which is completely different from fortune-telling!"

"They're all pretty much the same." A teammate from the Killer Sequence came over with interest and asked, "What did you figure out?"

Nishen's gaze paused, and he smiled: "I calculated the birth of a new god."

Bai Jiamu quickly thought of the group of natives who liked to raise snakes and their strange attitude towards Bai Liu. He frowned and said, "Are you saying that Bai Liu will become the new god believed by these natives in this instance?"

Nishen turned around, his voice was emotionless: "I guess so."

"But the origins of gods are all the same. Bai Liu was chosen here, which proves that he was chosen in all dungeons. That's why he keeps encountering Old God...-level NPCs."

Nishen was silent for a moment: "The evil god intends Bai Liu to be his next successor. He is tempting Bai Liu to kill the god-level NPC."

Bai Jiamu frowned when he heard this: "What do you mean?"

Nishen turned around and smiled again: "I don't really understand it either, I just saw some weird things, and this is what was predicted."

"Even as a prophet, I sometimes don't understand whether what I predicted is true or whether God deliberately sent down these words to make me think astray."

The more Bai Jiamu listened, the more confused he became. His brows were almost knotted together. "You mean God lied?"

Nishen shook his head: "You know my skill identity, which is similar to the judge in religion. My skill is to receive the oracle about the future from God and use this prophetic oracle to judge people."

"Oracles are absolutely real, and God can see everything that will happen to everyone in the future."

The more Bai Jiamu listened, the more confused he became: "Then why..."

Nishen lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something. When he spoke again, he abruptly changed the subject, "Do you know how to deceive someone perfectly without lying?"

Bai Jiamu was stunned: "How to do it?"

Nishen looked up at Bo Jiamu with a strange smile on his face: "That is to tell him only a few words about the truth."

"The oracle is the perfect example of this deceptive thinking."

The rain was getting heavier, and an eerie smell of campfires was coming from the dense jungle.

In the center of the indigenous territory towards the lake, there stands a shed made of broad leaves and grass roots. Under the shed stands a two-person-high wooden statue with a unique plant oil-based red paint applied between its brows and forehead.

Six torches were placed around the statue. In such heavy rain, the flames not only did not go out, but instead grew higher and higher miraculously under the influence of the wind.

The natives, whose bodies were covered with red paint, danced around the idol and the six torches in a strange rhythm, beating their knees and humming an unknown, eerie tune.

Kneeling in front of the statue was a man lying on all fours in the mud. This man was the traditional indigenous leader. He had his hands facing upwards, his head humbly buried in the mud, letting the heavy rain wash over his body, and he kept praying:

"God, you gave us vast lands and abundant rains, foreshadowed our enemies and crises in advance, and gave us the death-like Lake Pluto as a defensive harbor. When the enemy attacked us with sinful artillery, you sent us sweet rain to help us fight back."

"Victory will be ours, because God has foretold it all."

"You once sent us an oracle telling us that the only way to get rid of those evil foreigners who occupied our land and enslaved our bodies was to kill the factory director."

The man kneeling on the ground slowly raised his head, as if afraid of offending the wooden sculpture. He tilted his neck and looked at the statue with wild eyes:

"You and I have the same opinion. The factory director is indeed a despicable foreigner who deceives us with his hypocritical appearance!"

"We have regained our freedom under your oracle's instructions. The next step is to win this war. God, please tell us, tell your weak but devout believers, what should we do?"

"To this end, I will offer you your favorite offerings: our desires and sufferings!"

After he finished speaking, the man climbed into the shed and put his ear to the ground, as if he was listening to the oracle from God. He nodded in agreement from time to time with a solemn expression, as if he had really heard something.

The other natives waited with bated breath.

After a while, the man walked out of the shed carefully. He stood there, his eyes flickering, and a kind of malice that could not be hidden was revealed in his voice:

"God said, kill that Guy and the new commander, and put me back in the position, and God will give us everything we once had."

“Everything will be peaceful again.”

On the boat.

Bai Jiamu was still thinking about the question Ni Shen had just asked. He couldn't help but ask, "But Ni Shen, even if the oracle has the possibility of misleading people, although I don't think God really exists, didn't you say that few people besides you can hear the so-called oracle?"

Bai Jiamu is not a religious person. He is skeptical about these things, whether they are gods or not, but he is not too tolerant of things that go against the gods.

This charlatan has a strong sense of self-management - he does not believe in God and only takes prophecies as a reference. Sometimes he does not take the oracles seriously at all and even goes against the instructions in the oracles.

That’s why this guy was called [The Judge Against God] before.

"You want to ask me why an NPC in a dungeon can also hear the oracle, right?" Nishen sat by the boat and rowed. He turned around and looked at Bo Jiamu with a smile, "Except for judges like me who can make a one-way call to God from time to time to ask him for the oracle, whether ordinary people can hear the oracle depends on the strength of their inner desires."

"In other words, most of the oracles a person can hear are what he wants to hear from God, and are in line with his own desires."

"In history, most cases where oracles were heard were because the person wanted to gain a certain status, so he used theocracy as a cover to persecute others."

Nishen retracted his gaze: "But it is not ruled out that some people can really hear the oracle. God does like to give hints to people with strong desires, and then use these people to mess up the world, and then use these people to control the world."

"God doesn't want to see the world at peace, because if he does, his existence will be meaningless."

Several members of the Killer Sequence who wanted to hear gossip came over and squatted beside Nishen, and the small wooden boat then tipped over to one side.

Nishen quickly moved his feet to the other side, stopped two team members who were running this way, stabilized the boat, and said helplessly: "It would be fine if you didn't help row the boat and watched me rowing enthusiastically, but why did you help to capsize the boat? You must be undercover agents sent by the traditional indigenous people to assassinate me."

The team members nodded seriously: "That's not impossible. The traditional faction has the advantage in the game. If we use your head to betray us, we might be able to pass the level without any trouble."

Nishen: “…”

What was the point of me working so hard to guide them through the game?

Several members of the Killer Sequence team were all smiling. They all knew that they came to this dungeon to help Spade get used to the game.

Several team members were very young to begin with, and during this process of back-and-forth with Spades, and with the support of Nishen, a backup tactician, it really felt like playing a game, and they all played in a relaxed manner.

Bai Jiamu took over the boat from Nishen and asked curiously, "When my desire was very strong, I couldn't hear the oracle either."

Nishen glanced at him and said, "You are so young, how strong can your desire be? People that God likes must have very strong desires."

A team member nearby teased meaningfully: "Oh, you are young, Bo Jiamu, is your strongest desire when you wake up every day?"

Bai Jiamu was so angry that he raised his spoon and hit the man: "Bai Yi, don't tell me such dirty jokes just because you are my uncle! Be careful or I will cut you into pieces and feed you to the fish!"

Bai Yi touched his nose, stuck out his tongue, and shut up.

Bai Jiamu looked at Nishen, and with his ears red, he retorted fiercely: "Isn't Bai Liu young? Didn't you say that he was chosen by God to be the successor? How strong can his desire be? Isn't it just getting up every day and doing it himself!"

Bai Yi retorted quietly, "No, he and Heitao are married, so he and Heitao had sex at night."

Bai Jiamu: “…”

Nishen: “…”

After a while, Bai Yi touched his chin and added thoughtfully: "Of course, if Bai Liu has a strong desire, it is not impossible to do it again in the morning, or it is possible to do it from morning to night..."

Bai Jiamu expressionlessly raised the pole and hit Bai Yi on the butt, knocking him hard into the water.

Bai Yi's head soon emerged from the water. He looked at Bai Jiamu in disbelief, with visible grievance on his face: "Why did you hit me? I didn't say that. Bai Liu said it himself. He said that he and Heitao used 18 boxes of repellent in one night--gulp!!"

Bai Jiamu stood up and stepped on the side of the boat. With an angry expression, he pushed down on Bai Yi's head with the oar again and again: "Shut up, I'm not an adult yet!"

Bai Yi screamed: "Bai Jiamu, you can't stop adults from telling dirty jokes just because you are a minor. You are only one month old!"

"Adults should have the freedom to do porn! Gulu--! Spade is married, are you still going to deny the fact that he has a partner and a sex life? Gulu--!!"

Bai Yi said loudly: "You just can't accept that you are the last single person in the team. Even Heitao, a pure straight man, found a wife before you..."

Bai Jiamu's face turned red from his ears to the base of his neck. With a sly look on his face, he hit Bai Yi's face twice with the oar.

Bai Yi fell backwards dizzy, with eyes full of mosquito coils, and bubbles gradually disappeared from the surface of the water.

Bai Jiamu took two deep breaths, then his face flushed, his eyes fierce, and he sat down very calmly. He looked at Ni Shen directly: "I don't mind at all, absolutely, at all, being the last single male in the killer sequence team. Don't listen to his nonsense."

Nishen calmly ignored the bloodstains on the oars and gave him a thumbs up: "You are doing this for the sake of justice. Well done."

The author has something to say:

It's like this, although the Killer Sequence looks like a widowed team, almost all of them have wives (except for the underage boy Bai Jiamu), and they are very loving. The single boy Bai Jiamu is forced to eat a lot of dog food, and Spade is the only one who won't let Bai Jiamu eat dog food (of course, now we know that this is not the case)

Bai Jiamu feels relieved when he sees Hei Tao: This idiot (?) doesn't have a wife, so it's normal for me not to have one (?

Spade:?

The Killer Sequence is also called the Dog Killing Sequence.

The Wandering Circus looks like a team of Aquamans, but all of them are currently single (excluding Jiayi, who is a minor).

When they fight later, the circus will be shocked at the rate of singles being sold out in the killer sequence - why do these idiots have wives, but I don't?

Later, when they see the spades, they will suddenly realize: some people have wives because of their fate.