prophet……

The "Web Weaver" stared at Bai Ling in amazement.

After a while, it said in disbelief: "Wait, are you saying that you saw my future?!"

Bai Ling nodded slightly when he heard this: "You can understand it that way, but to be more precise, I am just watching the spinning thread of fate, and the end of the thread happens to be you, that's all."

After receiving Bering's answer, the "Web Weaver" became even more confused: "No, this is absolutely impossible..."

"The realm of 'time' is absolutely impossible for humans to touch!" It glared at Bering fiercely, "Even we are just sand drowning in time!"

"But you, you actually told me that you can predict the future?! No, you are absolutely lying, it's ridiculous! It's ridiculous!"

Looking at the "Weaver" with a look of "you are lying to me" on his face, Bai Ling couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Time is not a human domain?" He thought thoughtfully, "Then why can I in the original world predict the future?"

It's quite interesting. This is the first time I've encountered a real alien species, and I can get such a large amount of clues from it so easily.

And it seems that it is not just time, the self in the original world has even touched the concept of "space".

The evidence is that Bering from another world appeared in this world and occupied this body.

After thinking about it, Bai Ling's eyes flickered slightly.

Yes, after all, alien species are the product of the distortion of reason, thinking and rules. Before being twisted into a knot, they may indeed be able to glimpse some ultimate things that are difficult for humans to understand.

In other words, basically every alien species can understand secrets that humans cannot understand.

"It seems that we must increase our enthusiasm in dealing with the aliens," Bai Ling thought to himself, "If we can handle these guys properly, we may be able to learn a lot of interesting clues. To a certain extent, the aliens themselves may be one of the 'keys' to avoiding the future."

But now, it seems that I should first appease this unbelievable guy in front of me.

It seemed that the "Weaver" had its worldview completely overturned, causing it to develop some kind of inconsolable depression, so much so that the face of its derivative became extremely ugly.

This gave Bering another clue, that is, the alien's emotions seemed to fluctuate abnormally violently.

Well, this guy really gave me a lot of treasures.

Thinking of this, Bai Ling stood up from the gaming chair and looked straight at the "Web Weaver" in front of him.

After a while, he smiled and said, "Take another closer look."

"When did I give you the illusion that I was actually human?"

Huh? Listening to Bai Ling's words, the Web Weaver was slightly stunned.

What kind of illusion is this? It's obviously...

Um?!

The next second, as if sensing something, the "Web Weaver" turned his gaze back to Bai Ling, scanning him up and down.

Its expression was tense and distorted, and its eyes seemed to be fixed on Bai Ling, with its eyeballs almost falling out of their sockets.

After a long while, it slowly took two steps back: "No... Impossible."

"What on earth are you?!" It tore at its own cheeks, its eyes full of red bloodshot, "Human?! Our kind?! Alive?! Dead?! No, none of them!!"

"I can't understand it, I can't feel it, there is nothing! Nothing, nothing!!"

"You are empty, a scarecrow, skin and bones, a piece of meat without a connection..."

The Web Weaver desperately tore at his own skin. His fingertips were so sharp that they tore off some of his muscles, revealing the bright red inside. “Ahhhhh! There is no way to understand it. It’s just complete chaos!”

Its expression was so distorted and its voice so crazy that Lin Ju next to it subconsciously frowned, clenched his fingers together, and a hint of panic flashed across his face.

She simply had no expression, but she was not without emotion either. Seeing this guy who looked like a sealed demon, she still felt resistance and fear.

She glanced at the people around her, but was surprised to find that no one was still sitting on the chair except herself. Everyone was lying on the table, unable to make a sound.

Empty and void, just like the aura emanating from the alien species in front of them, this "Xingyuan Internet Cafe" seemed to be separated from the mortal world, and the only ones who could move were the three "people" in the center.

Although this alien species is weak according to the prophet, its abilities seem to be very tricky...

Can the prophet deal with such a guy? Lin Ju glanced at Bai Ling worriedly, wanting to see what he was thinking now.

Then the next second, she saw Bai Ling reaching out his hand towards the collapsed monster.

Then he gently touched the monster's head.

This action was so abrupt that the crazy monster was stunned and subconsciously looked up at Bai Ling.

Facing the monster's gaze, Bai Ling smiled gently.

"As I said before, I am the 'Prophet'," Bailing said in a gentle voice, "I am neither human nor an alien."

"In the final analysis, the addition of concepts should be a very stupid thing for you. Concepts can give people meaning, but for you, are concepts so simple that they can be interpreted?"

Looking at the Web Weaver, Bering's voice was like the sound of flowing water: "In the future, you should see a species called 'Jason'. Its existence should be a monster that truly abstracts away the rules."

"If you lost your mind because of seeing me, then you will probably really go crazy after seeing that guy."

The future "disaster"-level alien "Jason" is an existence that truly terrifies all of his fellow alien species.

For this guy, the diary only said "conceptual abstraction". Before this, Bai Ling didn't know the reason, but now he probably understood that perhaps "concept" was the root of the existence of aliens.

After the "concept" is affected, the survival and development of the alien species will probably be affected, just like the "Weaver" in front of him - Bering can clearly feel that its form seems to be collapsing.

If it hadn't been interrupted by Bering, perhaps this future "disaster"-level alien would have ended its "life" prematurely today.

Aliens are the product of distorted knowledge, reason, and thinking, but it seems that what makes up their bones is still "concepts."

Looking at the Web Weaver, Bering said with a smile: "If you really can't recognize and understand me, then you might as well take me out of all concepts, such as classifying me into a special "prophet" race. If you like, you can call me whatever you like."

"Of course, these are just minor details."

He looked at the Web Weaver, his expression gradually becoming serious. "In fact, I am not here to destroy you. On the contrary, I am here to save you."

Save...me?

The "Web Weaver" stopped its own disintegration and looked at Bering again.

"Yes, save you," Bering stretched out his hand towards the Weaver, "so that you can break free from the shackles of your identity and walk in this world with a better identity."

"Your dream should be to walk in a physical form, right? You want to actually walk in scenic spots, not in photos or movies. You also want to eat spicy dishes, and don't want to be satisfied with just language and text descriptions. You also want to experience rain and flowing water, want to see the life of 'Xiao Hao', and want to go to high school..."

Bai Ling's voice was soothing, and every wish was like a tiny bubble, sparkling with crystal clear light in the air.

The "Web Weaver" stared at Bering blankly.

These... should be things hidden in the deepest part of its heart, unknown to anyone.

At this moment, Bai Ling, who was gradually revealing the secret buried deep in his heart, looked so soft and dazzling in the eyes of the "Weaver".

I have never mentioned many of these to anyone, and I only have a vague idea about them, but this guy in front of me can tell me all about them in a gentle tone.

Is this guy really a prophet? Even if he is not a prophet, he is a fellow human being who can fully understand me.

The "Web Weaver" stared blankly at Bering and the hand he stretched out.

That hand now seemed so radiant to it, as if it could reach out and touch it.

It was just like the pale "hand of God" touching Adam in classical paintings.