Looking at Chris who was gradually becoming obedient, the man nodded with satisfaction.

He sat back in his seat, crossed his legs again, and held the cigarette butt between his lips: "First, introduce yourself. Oh, you don't need to introduce yourself, it's mainly for me to introduce myself to you."

"You don't need to know my name, but people on the street call me 'the prophet'," he pointed at himself, "Yes, it's just like you thought, I can see the future."

Seeing... the future? Chris blinked as she listened to the man's words.

She thought this guy might have something wrong with his brain.

The prophet on the other side shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, that's normal. After all, up to now, the only person who has been deceived by my name at the first meeting is Hermes."

"But I am indeed a prophet," he leaned back in his chair, "and unlike other prophets, I can see very, very, very far into the future."

After hearing this, Chris finally couldn't help but speak: "So you are looking for me now because my future is related to you?"

She had not forgotten what she heard Hermes say shortly before she lost her memory.

He said the Prophet needed her.

Listening to Chris's voice, the prophet snapped his fingers and said, "That's right! Good IQ, kid."

He spat the cigarette butt aside and took out another one to light it. “But there are some problems with what you said. To be precise, it’s not about me, but about a guy in the future.”

The prophet bit the cigarette butt and said slowly, "But that's all for the future. You don't need to know too much right now - I am retracing your memory to before Hermes attacked you, but that doesn't mean you won't go back later. Even if time is a law that overrides the soul, unfortunately I am not time itself. Using time to reassemble your soul like this is already very tricky, but it is not normal to completely integrate you together."

"So unfortunately," the prophet pointed at Chris, "you are only temporarily awake now, and you will soon return to the chaotic state. Because 'you' have been divided into two, one in my hand, and the other in Hermes' hand."

Hearing this, Chris's face turned a little pale.

"Why me?" she asked.

As if he had guessed what Chris would ask, the prophet answered almost immediately: "It's a matter of luck, or rather, it's fate."

"Who made me meet Hermes here? Who made you have such a high level of consciousness?" The prophet spread his hands. "I can only say that all the coincidences came together to make you what you are now. After all, fate is like this, and everything is predetermined. Just like what the saying goes, oh, it seems like a gift from fate, with a clear price tag or something..."

Scratching his head, the prophet looked at Chris.

He said nonchalantly, "Anyway, you don't have to be too sad. Even though you're already 'dead', it doesn't matter - everyone is going to die anyway. Not to mention that kind of ridiculous future. If you could live that long, you'd probably wish you were dead now."

"But unfortunately, most people can't understand this. Hey, who told you that you are different from me and haven't seen such a messy and shitty scene?"

The prophet sighed and said, "Never mind. People have to do something. If you do nothing, what's the difference between you and salted fish?"

Having said this, he stood up and walked around behind Chris.

"Listen carefully, Chris Zaraktu," he said Chris's first name, but used a surname that she didn't understand at all, "You are probably still immersed in this memory and can't extricate yourself. I can understand that - after all, the soul nurtured by Hermes is too powerful, not to mention that she has passed through someone's hands and has become even stronger than before."

"But even so, you should remember that you are a 'witch'. As a 'disaster', the world is a puppet dancing in your hands. All other humans and alien species are just your pawns. Are you an absolutely objective and neutral mediator, or do you not even have this awareness?"

As he spoke, he muttered to himself, "Damn it, is our relationship so bad? I've been with you for more than a hundred years, but it's still not as good as that guy's few days? Although I understand that guy does have great potential and infinite possibilities, aren't you too easily bothered by the old and fascinated by the new?"

Hearing this.

"What are you... talking about?" Chris asked puzzled.

She felt her head seemed to be getting more and more painful.

This was probably a sign that the laws of time were about to be lost and her soul would be torn apart once again.

The man standing behind her sighed: "Alas, there is nothing we can do. The daughter we raised is bound to run away with another wild man."

"Listen carefully, Chris. Everything that happened before is meaningless. You can just pretend you didn't hear it. But you must remember this sentence now."

The man put his hand on Chris's head and said, "Prophet, if you sneaked into this guy's dream, you would probably be able to hear my voice. In order to let my voice be heard, I secretly regressed her memory that was supposed to have disappeared. Only in this way can I hide it from Hermes. After all, his attainments in the soul are amazing, and he also knows that I can use memory to regress time."

As he spoke, the man smiled with a smug look on his face. "But he certainly couldn't have guessed that even after a long time, I could still use the witch's body to bring her back and make it one of Chris's memories."

"Thanks to this method, I was able to tell you some things without Hermes noticing. After all, that guy would definitely not take the initiative to merge the witch and snoop into Chris's memory in order to check and balance me - unless he wants to have one less card to disgust me, otherwise, these memories are complete and secret."

Grabbing Chris's head, the man's voice gradually became serious: "In fact, there is not much I need to tell you. First of all, you haven't forgotten your goal, right? Dive into the abyss and completely eliminate the alien species. If you want to achieve this goal, then you can make good use of everything I give you."

"Do you remember the method of becoming the origin?" the man said, "It deceived the underlying logic, and thus derived several different methods. There is the Pale Lady, the Red Spider, and the witch's own unique method."

"After becoming the Origin, they will no longer be bound by time. This means that they can break free from the control of time and become beings that transcend time. This is bad news for you, but it's not actually."

Turning to Chris's front and looking directly into her eyes, the man said word by word: "Although the Origins are no longer bound by time, they are also unable to be identified by other underlying logics! This means that they are the living 'invisible people' in the entire Tianyuan!"

"The laws of aliens are attached to the laws of humans. Due to certain characteristics, they can even evade the inspection of other underlying laws. But this is because the laws have no consciousness. They are like rigid machines, ignoring the existence of aliens... However, 'Origin' is different! As aliens that have been reborn and are not recognized by the underlying laws, they are not only not affected by time, but even the recognition of alien laws... is useless to them!"

Grabbing Chris's hair, the man grinned: "After hearing this, you probably understand, right?"

"Yes, the laws of alien species cannot be found, but that is for ordinary people. If it is the 'origin', it can be found! In other words, the origin is your detector!"

I don't understand at all.

Chris stared at the man with wide eyes, totally unable to understand what this guy was talking about.

She just felt that this guy's expression seemed a little...excited.

"When I entered the future of Tianyuan, I didn't find the law of alien species, let alone a way to cut it off," the man's voice gradually became louder, "so I started to think of a way. Since the origin can detect alien species, then why don't I cultivate a few 'origins' myself?"

"Or maybe I could just become an origin myself?"

He loosened his hand, looked at his palm, and his smile gradually became bitter: "But if I want to become the origin, I have to give up my human body. Similarly, after I am no longer human, the law of time will also leave me. So I have not made up my mind. I guess I will consider whether to continue or change my life form when my life is about to end."

"Anyway, I have prepared several plans. Whoever becomes the 'Origin' can become your detector."

Looking at Chris, the man's expression gradually became firm: "I deliberately arranged a foster mother for Han Qianqiu, and abused her, and then led Qi Guang over. If Qi Guang saw her, he would definitely rescue her, and if you want to get in touch with the authorities, then you must have a good relationship with Qi Guang. In this way, you will be able to meet Han Qianqiu, and Han Qianqiu will also feel close to you because you and I have a similar aura;"

"I showed my ability to Hermes, so that Hermes wanted to cooperate with me but had to be wary of me. To do this, he had to find a way to restrain me. When he first heard that I 'especially' wanted someone, he must have felt that this person was extremely important to me. As a master of the soul, he would definitely choose to split the soul. In addition, he had no way to train a person to be a 'saint', and the human soul could not be spotless. For this reason, he would definitely choose to let that soul reincarnate continuously, let her experience the same experience every moment, and finally recycle it..."

"And the third one is Red Spider. I will go find Ji Shen soon and let Red Spider's soul reside in the soul of the Ji family..."

Sitting on the chair, the man laughed and said, "In this way, the three known 'origins', the three humans who trust you! These three origins will have absolute control in your hands, and you will be able to completely control them and become their master! At that time, they will be able to become your detectors and tools to cut off the alien laws for you!"

He has gone crazy.

This is Chris's deepest feeling about the man in front of her.

This madness is not because of his actions or expressions, but because of the feeling he gives people.

It's like a gambler who has exhausted everything and, after finding the last possible means to turn the tables, puts everything he has on the table and then looks at the dice on the table with red eyes.

Thinking of this, Chris subconsciously shrank back even though her brain was getting more and more painful.

She was a little scared.

This is probably the most realistic reaction of a normal person to a gambler who has lost all his money.

On the other side, the man was still talking to himself: "I guess you might ask now, if we push forward and let a different species become the origin, then what about those who died along the way?"

"Ha, so your concept is still too weak. If the death of one million people can save a trillion or even endless human beings, then why should we care about the lives of those one million people? In the final analysis, morality and beliefs are nothing more than shackles imposed on us by society. There is no need to follow them too much."

"I'm crazy? Probably. I've been completely crazy since I came to this era. Yes, I escaped. I couldn't bear such a big responsibility. I escaped. But didn't I also leave you the means to solve the problem? This is the 'origin', and it is the origin that you can hold the reins tightly. After all this, can you still say that I didn't work hard enough?"

Looking at the deserted field, the man had a strange expression on his face. "Yes, yes, you always have something to say! You can bear this mission, but I can't! All of you can, so everyone has failed, restarted, regressed, and become the nourishment of time! As for me, although I escaped, I became the only key to your breakthrough!"

"Of course I know that many people will die, but if not so many people will die, then even more people will die in the future! Can you find a better way? Even Hermes, who has been immersed in time for thousands of years, can't find time. Can you control time and reverse everything?! If not, just use my method! Sacrifice these three alien species, and sacrifice them to become one million people on the road to 'Origin'!"

There was a brief silence.

A moment later, he hit the stone next to him hard.

"I must have gone completely crazy," the man said to himself, "I actually imagined that you would appear in front of me and argue with me, even though you and I both know that it is impossible to predict the future of a prophet."

"Maybe I really hope someone can come and scold me. After all, this is really..."

He didn't say anything else.

But Chris was so dizzy that she could hardly understand his words.

Just when her consciousness was about to be completely torn apart.

She heard the man's last words and the warmth of his hand on her head.

"I ran away, I know, I was a shameful, greedy sinner," he said, "but my desire to solve everything was the same as ours, the same as everyone else's."

"A lot of people died, those I loved, those who loved me, those I hated, those who hated me, all died. As the one who went the furthest, I experienced more pain than the rest of us. I'm not making an excuse, I'm just saying... I've risked everything."

"If it's really impossible, I will try to become a mutant myself. This is not pleasant. You and I both know that the birth of a mutant distorts a person's thoughts and will. What is the deepest obsession in our thoughts?"

"Yes, that's right, 'The Prophet', this is what we are most obsessed with. This thing that imprisons our identity and makes us surpass others will become the root of my distortion. The aliens twisted from my consciousness will probably become the ones who are most obsessed with the Prophet. But don't worry - I will kill Nostradamus, and he will not have any influence on you."

As he said this, he smiled bitterly: "But I will probably fail."

"I'm sorry. I really am."

After saying this, Chris's soul was completely broken apart.

In a dark space.

The huge Chris looked up at the red scarf standing in the dark space.

"The prophet?" she said.

At this moment, she looked like more than just Chris.

Instead, it looks more like a combination of Chris and...Song Qingci.

Bai Ling silently looked at the witch lying on the ground and Song Qingci in the distance.

"I really didn't expect it." He pulled open his red scarf, revealing his pale neck. "You have done so much, but what's the point?"

“No matter how many people you kill to achieve the final result, those who died are dead, and that will not change. There is no doubt that many people have died because of your bold plan, and there may be more in the future.”

Bai Ling took out the medicine from his pocket and slowly pushed it into his body.

"So let me put an end to this once and for all." Purple and red light shone in his pupils. "Is time difficult to deal with? I guess not?"

"Not only will I completely sever the laws of the alien species, I will also take over the laws of time. I will turn everything back to the time when... nothing happened. No one will die because of monsters, no one will be twisted into a monster. Likewise, no one will torture themselves in pain."

His hair gradually turned from black to gray. Bering said firmly: "No matter what the problem is, I will solve it. If I can't solve it, then I will commit suicide. Let the next person deal with this problem. I will give me the deepest hint so that I can accept everything to save the world without any obstacles - even if I die ten thousand times for it, it will be the same!"

"I want to see how sick this bastard 'time' is who puts the shackles on me!"