"Is that Turs?"
His voice was hoarse and unlike his own. Ning Feng looked wearily at his original follower, who had been standing behind him from the very beginning.
“It is I, sir.”
Turs paused for a moment when he saw Ning Feng's state, then smiled kindly and bent down to extend his right hand to Ning Feng:
"My lord... you don't look well. Has something happened?"
What happened?
Ning Feng raised his hand and, with the help of Turs, stood up from the ground, catching his breath.
No, nothing happened.
Nothing happened.
Yes, there's nothing there...
Shaking his head, Ning Feng released the old man's hand and turned to leave.
But his hand was grabbed, and he instinctively turned around to look.
"grown ups!"
Turning around, Ning Feng saw an unexpected sight.
The old man's expression had lost its usual kind and gentle quality; it had become unusually serious and earnest as he stared intently at Ning Feng's still slightly trembling eyes.
"Please tell me what happened."
"…………"
Once he was certain that Ning Feng would not escape, Turs released his grip and bowed deeply to him.
"Sir, please don't shoulder everything alone."
“We are your followers. I think you don’t have to bear all the pressure alone. You can actually rely on us more.”
The old man sat up and gazed into the prophet's eyes, seeing only confusion.
But Tulls did not hesitate; instead, he became even more serious than before and spoke in a deep voice:
"Please trust us more."
"So, can you tell me what happened?"
Under the silent gaze, Ning Feng felt the strength supporting him gradually slipping away, his shoulders drooping involuntarily, and he sighed.
Should we really tell them?
Can I tell them?
Should I tell them the truth?
If they knew the truth, would they choose to leave?
"……Ha ha."
Hahaha.
Depart.
I can't believe I'm even thinking about these things.
That's really strange!
Shaking aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Ning Feng shook his head with a wry smile at Turs and said softly:
"I can't see it anymore."
We can't see any glimpses of the future, and we can't find any possibility.
So said the prophet, who was all-knowing in the eyes of the world.
He said:
"I can't see a future."
...
...
After explaining the current situation, Ning Feng suddenly felt as if he had broken free of invisible shackles.
Feeling a sense of ease in his soul, he laughed self-deprecatingly:
"Not only that, I am actually not the prophet you expect me to be."
"I am nothing more than an abnormal person who has no human emotions and craves death."
Having gained two years of experience, Ning Feng had enough knowledge to know what others would call someone like him.
Chosen One, Divine Child, God's Chosen...
But none of these apply to him. No deity has given him any divine revelation or oracle, nor has any deity ever intervened.
Therefore, there is another name that suits him even better...
monster.
"I am a monster."
Ning Feng, having cast aside his shackles, said this with a relaxed smile.
"Therefore, I can no longer guide you."
The leader who guides mortals to escape the monster is himself the greatest monster.
That's really laughable.
After revealing these truths, how many people will be left behind?
It doesn't matter if there's no one there.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Looking at the silent Turs, Ning Feng shook his head and turned to leave.
One step, two steps, three steps.
But when Ning Feng took the fourth step, Turs, who had been silent, finally spoke.
"Sir, I don't understand why you refer to yourself that way?"
Four steps, five steps, six steps.
Leaving Turs behind, Ning Feng moved forward with ease, stepping into a future where no one else was.
"Sir, may I have something to say?"
Ning Feng did not stop; on the contrary, his steps became even lighter.
Seven steps, eight steps...
As he took his ninth step, a calm voice sounded behind him:
Are you afraid?
Fear?
Ning Feng stopped and turned to look at the old man who was standing there staring at him with a stern face. He smiled and nodded.
Yes, I am scared.
I'm afraid I won't be able to save anyone.
Therefore, Ning Feng chose to escape, to flee from all of this.
Upon hearing this answer, Turs breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense expression relaxed.
Ning Feng: ?
"grown ups."
Shaking his head, the old man walked up to Ning Feng and spoke gently:
"Fear is a normal human reaction, and you don't need to feel guilty about it."
"Therefore, I can assure you that you are definitely not a monster."
He said:
"You, like us, also feel fear and feel lost when faced with danger... We are all powerless mortals."
Ning Feng: !!!
"Also, please don't be angry. Actually... I'm very happy right now."
The old man chuckled self-deprecatingly, shook his head, and said:
"To be honest, for a long time at the beginning, I was actually afraid of you."
"Whenever I look at you, I can only see calm in your eyes, which makes me feel...fearful."
Ning Feng: "…………"
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