"Even if you knew, what can you do?" The old man turned his head again and looked at the black shadow.

There was no surprise in his eyes. After all, he had already seen the answer.

Therefore, there was no need for him to ask this question either.

So, this is not a question for himself.

This is for Black Shadow.

Even if you know the answer, what can you do?

The black shadow swallowed his saliva. He was just a messenger. He couldn't even step out of this absolutely closed small room, let alone do anything.

"No matter what I do, it's better than doing nothing." The shadow clenched his teeth, but suddenly calmed down. "Even if failure is the inevitable outcome, I don't want to spend my last moments in fear and emptiness doing nothing."

That’s right, this is not so much a struggle for hope as it is a subconscious struggle before death.

This is true for Su Yao and all those who knew the ending but still didn't give up.

The old man grinned.

The smile on the skinny and haggard face is definitely not a beautiful smile.

However, in the eyes of the shadow, it was so moving.

"I have struggled all my life, and have accepted the outcome of failure. I am also tired. For the rest of my life, I just want to let go of everything and die in memories. But, for the sake of the 'black shadow' that has accompanied me from generation to generation, I will tell you everything you want to know." The old man's expression showed a kind of peace as if he had let go of everything.

Some dying people are unwilling to give up until the very end, while others become indifferent to everything and only have peace left in their hearts.

The old man is the latter.

Perhaps it was because he found that among his memories of his life, what he remembered most was this dark shadow whose appearance he didn't know, whose real voice he didn't know, and whose heart he had never known.

He paused.

Then tell what you see.

"Destiny has been changed."

Just these few simple words made the shadow's heart beat violently.

Then he asked anxiously.

“Is it a change that you just discovered or a change that is happening now?”

There is an absolute difference between the two.

There is a theorem concerning the prophets.

Only the prophet can change destiny.

It can also be understood in reverse -

If the prophet sees destiny and does nothing to change it, then destiny will surely come true.

This is why the prophet is placed under house arrest here, to seal the original butterfly in a black cage and strictly control the occurrence and impact of the butterfly effect from the root.

But now——

"It's the latter," said the old man.

There was a buzzing in the black shadow's mind.

This means.

This change was not caused by the old man, but also meant that, besides the old man, there was a second person who changed his destiny.

"Can you confirm who it is?" asked the black shadow.

"What are you going to do after you find out?" The old man glanced at him and sneered, "Put her in a cage, just like you treat me? Isn't one failure enough?"

"You already knew there was such a prophet!" The shadow's voice was trembling. He didn't even know what was going on in his mind. He was angry, confused, and afraid. He couldn't help but raise his voice. "Do you know what kind of impact a prophet can have on fate? Maybe our failed fate was caused by that prophet!"

His emotions at this moment all came from his cognition.

He was well aware of the terrible influence of the Prophet.

But now, there is an unknown prophet wandering outside for who knows how long.

It would be like the virus they were trying so hard to protect had already been leaked, and all their efforts were in vain.

"Hahaha."

The old man suddenly laughed so loudly that his chest, which was half mechanical, kept rising and falling, and he even laughed out tears.

The dark shadow just trembled, listening to the laughter silently.

This is a mockery of them.

Laugh at their futile efforts.

"This is the only time I have successfully deceived you." The old man seemed to have laughed enough, but there was still a smile on his face, a sarcastic smile, "I just wanted to see if my lost freedom has any meaning. I wanted to see if a prophet who has not lost his freedom can bring about the disaster you fear."

"Crazy, crazy," the shadow muttered.

His identity represents a kind of authority, an authority that tries to control everything and eliminate all unknowns and risks as much as possible.

But now.

This authority was completely torn apart by a wandering prophet.

Everything was also torn apart.

That is the result of fate, disaster, and the efforts of countless people.

"Don't you want to know the result?"

The sarcastic smile on the old man's face widened a little. Before he died, he was able to express the secret hidden in his heart and the sarcasm and ridicule towards the people who had imprisoned him.

This may be the happiest moment in his life.

He said what he wanted to say most.

"The result is that the prophet who lost his freedom failed, and the prophet who had freedom won!"

Win?

The black shadow's body trembled violently again.

He looked at the Prophet.

The anger and fear just now were suddenly suppressed by some kind of indescribable surprise.

What does it mean to win? "Although the final future is still dark, the crisis in twenty-two days has been resolved." The smile on the old man's face disappeared, replaced by some complicated emotions.

Admiration, yearning, and envy.

What he could not do at great cost was accomplished by another prophet at little cost.

Even if it was only a temporary victory, it was already far beyond her.

At least it can make those who bring death and despair fail once.

"Solved?" The black shadow murmured.

The surprise gradually turned into an indescribable feeling of being moved.

The feeling of being saved.

Even though the future remains dark and the desperate situation remains unchanged, the date of the execution has been extended, and the lives of everyone, including him, have been extended.

There is hardly any joy at any other time that can compare to the emotion I feel at this moment.

Even the previous fear and anger seemed so insignificant under the current mood.

If it could save all of humanity.

What did it matter if the prophet concealed the truth and their efforts were in vain? In his heart, the gratitude and emotion towards another prophet had reached an incomparable level. He even had a small hope that he could not even be sure of.

(End of this chapter)