Chapter 12
I wonder if this prophet could have foreseen the bloodshed that awaited him?
Cheng Wenfei acted swiftly, and Lan Hua's identity in this world was quickly established. Just as he had expected, his identity information was not assigned to District 36, but rather to planet LM10, which also belonged to the Tianjian Galaxy.
If planets dominated by "god-like beings" have specific names, and planets with a large number of ordinary people are named with numbers, then planets named with codes plus numbers are synonymous with chaos, containing all sorts of people.
Initially, these planets were specifically for exiling criminals. Later, after some planets were found to contain rare mineral deposits, relics of "ancient gods," and technological remnants more advanced than our own, various adventurers, gold prospectors, mystics, scientists, and biologists flocked to them. In addition, refugees, space pirates, and rebels would also use these planets to settle or conceal their identities, resulting in a mixed bag of people on these planets, making it difficult to ascertain the true origins of the inhabitants.
Cheng Wenfei and Lan Hua's cooperation failed. Both had a general idea of each other's background, but they tacitly kept quiet about it. If it were Lan Hua, she wouldn't have placed someone of unknown origin, full of mysteries, and even potentially dangerous in her territory, since an investigation from above could potentially backfire on her.
Moreover, Cheng Wenfei himself wasn't exactly clean, and couldn't withstand too much scrutiny from his superiors. Lan Hua, on the other hand, wasn't sure if he would cause trouble in the future. He himself didn't care, but he didn't want to implicate others, such as Ji Yu and her son who had saved him. Therefore, Cheng Wenfei's arrangement satisfied both of them.
After transferring some of the money to Ji Yu and her son, Lan Hua left District 36. His next stop was Tianjian Star, the capital of the Tianjian Star System.
Planets with specific names are naturally inhabited primarily by "god-people." However, since the number of "god-people" is inherently small, a planet can be considered predominantly inhabited by "god-people" if they constitute more than one-tenth of the total population. These so-called "god-people" don't look much different from ordinary people; their most noticeable difference is that their armor plates are blue.
This prophet, supposedly possessing the genes of a "prophet," is extremely famous on Tianjian Star, and countless people seek his advice. To this end, he has an official appointment website on the Star Network. To consult him, one must first pay to make an appointment through this website; cancellations are non-refundable. To prevent scalping, appointments are made using real names, and the identity of the person making the appointment is verified before meeting the prophet.
Lan Hua found a coffee shop by the scenic river and made a reservation while having coffee. When he saw his reservation number and time, he checked it again in disbelief, and then he confirmed that he was not mistaken: it was his turn to be thirty years from now…
Lan Hua: "..."
He began to consider whether or not to kidnap the prophet... Otherwise, was he really going to have to wait thirty years?! Waiting for two years had almost driven him crazy, let alone waiting for thirty years.
Lan Hua seriously considered the feasibility of kidnapping someone. His particle space was a huge arsenal, encompassing everything from warships to guns and cannons, which was why he dared to travel alone with the guards in District 36.
"Beautiful...beautiful woman..."
Just as Lan Hua shut down his personal terminal and was preparing to kidnap someone, a voice suddenly entered his ears. Lan Hua was already used to this kind of address from his time in the entertainment industry, but he was in a bad mood right now, so upon hearing this, he decided to loosen his grip and give this clueless person a beating.
Lan Hua looked up and saw a thin young man standing beside his desk. The man stared at him with an amazed expression, seemingly infatuated but not lewd. Lan Hua looked at the young man's skinny frame and figured that one punch would probably knock him out. After thinking about it, he abandoned the idea of hitting him.
"May I sit down?" The young man asked the question very cautiously, seemingly sensing Lan Hua's displeasure at his earlier address.
Lan Hua replied irritably, "No."
Young man: "...Can I stand here?"
Lan Hua: "..." Is this guy just making conversation for the sake of it? Isn't he already standing here? It's really making my hands itch. Oh well, I'll just beat him up first.
The young man noticed Lan Hua's hostile gaze and shrank back slightly, but as the saying goes, birds die for food, and people die for lust, so he stubbornly stood still and didn't move.
"You're blocking the light. Never mind, you can sit down." Lan Hua waved her hand, indicating that the young man should stop blocking the light.
"Oh, okay." Seeing this, the young man happily sat down opposite Lan Hua.
"Could you be my model?" the young man cautiously stated his purpose. "Your appearance is too perfect. Even Lothares, who is said to have the genes of 'Aphrodite,' is not half as beautiful as you. I have a feeling that the portrait I paint of you will be the most perfect work of my life."
"You're an artist?" Lan Hua yawned, showing little interest. He wasn't interested in art anymore; he was only interested in kidnapping.
The young man nodded happily after receiving Lan Hua's response and said, "My name is Tali, and I am a painter."
If the person were a true resident of the Cali Federation, they would undoubtedly be thrilled to learn the young man's identity and name. Talley is incredibly famous; he is the highest-paid and most sought-after painter in the Cali Federation, especially renowned for his portraits, which are extremely valuable. He is known for his fastidious and demanding nature, making him very difficult to please. It is said that when Lozaët, the most beautiful woman in the Cali Federation, posed for him, he criticized her appearance so harshly that she questioned her very existence. This portrait, named after Lozaët, fetched an astronomical price and was eventually acquired by the Federation's richest man, becoming part of his private museum collection.
"I'm not in the mood to be your model right now," Lan Hua said, rejecting him outright.
"So what's troubling you?" Tali asked persistently. Since the beauty wasn't in the mood right now, wouldn't solving her problem put him in the mood to be her model?
Lan Hua glanced at him and said, "I'm thinking of ways to stop you from bothering me."
“Oh, this—” Tali said, “Let me paint a portrait of you, and I’ll stop bothering you.”
"I'm not in the mood," Lan Hua said.
Tali: "..." Isn't this a vicious cycle? But to get him to give up, he'd have to die.
"You're a 'god-like' person?" Lan Hua asked suddenly, looking at his hands. He noticed that Tali's nail beds were light blue, though very light, they were definitely blue.
“Yes.” Tali nodded.
"But you look like a stick."
These "superhumans" possess different abilities because they received different humanoid genes. However, regardless of the specific ability they acquired, their physical and mental abilities generally far surpassed those of ordinary people. The painter named Tully, however, was not merely skinny on the surface; he genuinely had poor physical abilities, even slightly inferior to those of the average person.
If anyone else had said that to him, Tali would have definitely turned on them on the spot, but—whatever a beauty says is right.
Tali explained, “Although we are called ‘gods,’ by my generation, the bloodline has become very diluted. Since my great-grandfather, the spouses I have married have all been ordinary people.”
He looked at Lan Hua with a hint of shyness and said, "We only judge by appearance, we don't distinguish between 'gods' and ordinary people."
Lan Hua replied indifferently, "Oh."
It seemed the beauty wasn't interested in his "god-like" identity, and Tali was a little disappointed. He wondered what else could possibly impress this man.
"Could you do me a favor?" Lan Hua asked. The reason he brought up Tali's "god-like" identity was because he had a guess.
"Tell me, as long as it's within my power, I'll definitely help!" Tali exclaimed excitedly, his disappointment instantly vanishing.
"Do you know Bern?" Lan Hua asked. Bern was the name of this prophet.
“That guy,” Tali nodded. “I know him.” Bern’s reputation was great; not only in the Cali Federation, but also in other countries, many people would come specifically to ask him for advice.
“Use your identity to book an appointment on his official website,” Lan Hua said. “I’ll pay you for the appointment.”
"No need, no need for you to pay this little bit of money. I'll make the appointment right away." As he spoke, Tali opened his personal terminal, found Bern's official appointment website, and made an appointment.
"Is it ready?" Lan Hua asked, taking a sip of coffee.
"alright."
"time?"
Tali glanced at it again, and after confirming, said, "It will be fine in an hour."
Lan Hua: "...!!!" His appointment was for thirty years from now, while Tali's appointment was for an hour later.
“Very good!” Lan Hua smiled. The coffee cup he had just finished drinking from instantly became covered in cracks and shattered on the table after he placed it down.
Tali: "..." He looked at Lan Hua's hands, confirming that this beauty was indeed an ordinary person. But, could an ordinary person be so strong? The beauty had a tall and slender figure, not a muscular type!
"Would you like to come with me?" Lan Hua smiled so sweetly that the Taliban were completely charmed.
"Yes, yes."
“Let’s go, here’s the number plate,” Lan Hua said, standing up.
"Number plate?" Tali murmured, mesmerized by Lan Hua's smile.
"I wonder if this prophet could have foreseen the bloodshed he would suffer?" Lan Hua's smile grew even more friendly. These days, it's really hard to keep a low profile.
Lan Hua, carrying the humanoid number plate Tali, went straight to the Temple of the Prophet.
The square in front of the Prophet's Temple was deserted, but behind the railings, a dense crowd had gathered. Some pleaded, others knelt, begging the guards to let them see the Prophet; they howled and wept. The guards at the gate, clearly accustomed to this scene, kept the crowds outside the square.
Those with reservations will not enter through the main gate of the square; they will have a separate, dedicated entrance. All those outside the main gate are ordinary people, and even those with reservations have appointments for decades to come.
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