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Chapter 1717 The Prophet (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
"Dean He, what do you mean?"

After a brief moment of stiffness, the old man turned around, smiling at the young man behind him. "Does Dean He have any doubts about my prediction?"

“The mystical academic formula you acquired is indeed quite good,” Heo said calmly, glancing at the old man before speaking slowly. “It can prevent ordinary mind reading, but it cannot prevent angels.”

In that instant, the old man's expression shifted between light and dark, but he still sneered, "Dean He is quite adept at deception. Although he is young, he has managed to get to this point, which shows his extraordinary intelligence."

He glanced at him, but this time he ignored the old man and turned to walk towards the small house next to him.

"Dean He, that's a bit impolite of you." The old man's face darkened as he saw this, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I came to you to show my sincerity. We can cooperate. With my prophetic abilities, we can save the world."

He raised his head, looked at He Ao's back, and said loudly, "You can't do without me, you need me, you know nothing about the current situation, you need me to help you find a breakthrough, now we're in the same boat."

He Ao seemed not to hear his words or his voice, and continued to walk forward quickly with his head down.

In that instant, his voice rose again, "Dean He, are you disregarding the entire world by humiliating me like this? Aren't you really worried that if you completely anger me, I will never cooperate with you again?"

He Ao still seemed not to hear his voice, and continued forward with his head down, until he reached the door of the cottage.

"Hey! I'll remember your humiliation today!" The old man's voice suddenly amplified, shaking the sunlight under the rising sun.

He instinctively leaned forward, trying to rush to the door and stop He Ao.

Just then, a hand grabbed him from behind; it was 'Hu Wen,' or rather, He Ao's clone.

“Your prophetic abilities are so strong,” 'Hu Wen' looked at the old man and said with a smile, “didn’t you foresee things happening now?”

“The ability to predict the future is also limited; it can only see some key moments in the future. It’s not true omniscience and omnipotence,” the old man said quickly, his face slightly flushed. “How can you mortals understand the subtlety of prophecy?”

As he spoke, he reached out and tried to break free from 'Hu Wen's' control.

He Ao, who was ahead, had already pushed open the small door and entered the house.

This time, 'Hu Wen' did not stop him, but instead released his hand.

Seeing this, the old man didn't have time to stop. He quickly crossed the courtyard, stepped through the small door, and went into the room.

The house has three rooms in total: the middle one is the hall, the one on the right appears to be the kitchen, and the one on the left is a bedroom.

At this moment, He Ao had already pushed open the door on the left and entered the bedroom.

The old man quickly chased after him.

He stepped past the door, his gaze first falling on the bedside table, only to find it empty. He breathed a sigh of relief, then stared at He Ao's back and said in a hoarse voice, "Dean He, you said my prophetic abilities came from the note, so where is the note now?"

As he spoke, he pretended to turn around, "It seems you really have no intention of cooperating, so we have nothing more to talk about."

As he spoke, he walked straight out of the room. Once outside, he saw a cute-looking girl and a group of people wearing badges with sword-handling emblems standing in the courtyard, smiling and watching him.

"Hello, grandpa." Lin Chichi squinted her eyes, which resembled two crescent moons, and smiled as she looked at the old man. The figures behind her had already blocked the entire courtyard gate.

woohoo-

The roar of helicopter rotors filled the sky, and a sudden gust of wind whipped the grass and flowers in the yard, and ruffled the girl's hair.

Seeing this, the old man's face darkened completely. He lowered his head and hoarsely asked, "Dean He, is this how you deal with 'allies' who want to cooperate with you?"

“Cooperation is possible, Chief,” 'Hu Wen' behind him said slowly, leaning against the doorframe. “Just tell us where Dean Li Cheng is; that will be enough to demonstrate your ability.”

“Ha,” the old man said hoarsely, “the most precious information is never given away easily. The more you pressure me, the less likely you are to get the information you want. You might as well just kill me.”

“Sigh,” Hu Wen behind him sighed, “It seems that the guy behind you has already given up on you. He gave up on you the moment he asked you to meet with us.”

Upon hearing this, the old man's face darkened completely. "I don't know what you're talking about."

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Meanwhile, He Ao glanced at the empty bedside table in the room.

This was not the old man's permanent residence, but from his memories, it was known that no matter where he lived, he would find a prophetic note by his bedside the next morning.

Of course, these 'prophecies' don't happen every day, but only at crucial moments.

These 'prophecies' will tell him what might happen next and teach him how to deal with it. They may even pass on some mysterious academic techniques that ordinary people can use, such as techniques that can conceal inner thoughts and prevent mind reading.

Of course, the old man himself had also undergone training to prevent mind reading under the guidance of the prophecy.

However, these training methods and techniques were completely ineffective against He Ao's ability to directly access his memories.

With his super memory ability, the information the old man received was exposed to He Ao without any explanation.

Everything the old man did today was told to him by the 'prophecy' note he received yesterday morning.

This includes who to contact, what to say, and how to behave in front of 'He Ao'.

The old man was not a superhuman, nor had he ever entered the ruins or awakened any powers.

Eighteen years ago, he was just a nobody middle-aged actor in the Tia Empire, with no family, no children, all alone, and no achievements.

Everything changed eighteen years ago when he woke up to find a note on his bedside table.

That was a string of lottery numbers.

He didn't believe the number, but the next day, the number won the jackpot.

Then, on the second morning after the draw, a new slip of paper with new numbers appeared.

Then he won the grand prize.

After winning the lottery, he was attacked by superhumans from the Tia Empire. It was a note by his bedside that foreshadowed the attack and how to deal with it.

After that, the note on his bedside table told him how to invest and how to acquire wealth.

In this situation, he amassed a huge fortune in just one or two months.

The note then guided him to establish the Dawn Organization and recruit powerful superhumans, including "Fia" and "Boss," as his subordinates.

At the same time, it also taught him how to deceive powerful superhumans and establish his own authority.

However, he was essentially an ordinary person and could not truly manage those extraordinary individuals, so the Dawn Organization was a loose organization.

During these eighteen years of 'growth', his acting skills have become increasingly refined. Relying on the confidence brought by that 'omniscient' note, he is even confident that he can speak fluently in front of an angel like He Ao.

But that's all.

Judging from his current behavior, he seems to have been abandoned, abandoned by the 'prophet' behind that note, the one who truly ushered in the dawn.

The note he received yesterday morning only instructed him to find Hu Wen and He Ao, but it didn't tell him where Li Cheng would go. It only told him to bluff He Ao and try to get as much benefit as possible from him.

He had always followed the instructions on the note, so he had no doubts, but clearly, this time, there was a rather large 'deviation'.

He fooled someone who couldn't be fooled.

He Ao glanced at the bedside table, then looked down at the drawer beneath it.

The cabinet has two drawers. The top drawer is tightly closed, but the bottom drawer is slightly open, revealing a barely perceptible opening.

A point that ordinary people cannot perceive.

He Ao squatted down and pulled open the drawer below.

A thick book, seemingly an art appreciation book, came into his view.

The old man bought the house a long time ago, but he didn't know there was a book in the bookcase.

He Ao took out the book and opened it.

The title page is a pure white sheet of paper with a line of bold Chinese characters written on it in pen.

What you are looking for is in the books.
[—Scovides]
Skevidis was a philosopher in the history of the Tia Empire.

Upon seeing this sentence, He Ao raised an eyebrow slightly.

The charlatan's scent is coming through.

He opened the book, and there seemed to be a bookmark tucked inside. With a slight turn of the page, he found the page number containing the bookmark.

He looked at the bookmark tucked inside the book and picked it up.

The bookmark also has a line of strong Chinese characters written on it.

[I look forward to saving the world together; I like the title of savior.]
Judging from the handwriting and ink, the text on this bookmark and the text in the book do not seem to have been written in just one or two days.

Is he a savior hiding behind a terrorist organization?

Upon seeing this line of text, He Ao shook his head.

It seems the old man outside was indeed sold.

He became a "tool" used by the behind-the-scenes "prophet" to demonstrate his abilities and gain the trust of Heo.

After nurturing for so long, it's finally being converted into value in one go.

This time it looks like something really bad has happened; all sorts of people have suddenly appeared.

Then, He Ao turned his gaze to the page number marked on the bookmark.

That's a painting.

The painting depicts a towering snow-capped mountain, and the background also features snow-capped mountains, but none are as tall as the main snow-capped mountain in the painting.

The snow-capped mountain was almost entirely covered in white snow, with only a few sharp, black spots that looked like rocks peeking out, which further accentuated the mountain's whiteness and sanctity.

The snow-capped mountain stood beneath a sky filled with white clouds, and a dazzling bolt of lightning fell from the sky, landing on its very peak.

The lightning that originally connected the sky and the earth appears so short in this painting, as if the distance between the sky and the earth has been shortened to this insignificant distance.

Below the painting is its title.

Under the Sky

Below the name is a note: the artist was a great painter from the West in the last century, and the scene depicted is Mount Costa, the highest mountain in the main world of Middle-earth.

Before the industrial age, the people living around this mountain believed it to be the embodiment of the goddess of creation, hence the name Costara, which means 'eternal goddess,' reflecting an ancient form of nature worship.

The introduction says that this painter's snow mountain painting is very famous, although he has never been to this snow mountain or climbed it, he has only seen photos of it.

Although He Ao didn't recognize the painting either.

His knowledge of the culture and art of the main world is limited to the level of the college entrance examination era. He basically doesn't recognize anything that isn't in the college entrance examination textbooks or related supplementary materials.

However, he recognized the mountain. After all, it was the highest peak in the main world and was located within the territory of the Middle Kingdom. He had read a lot of information about the mountain.

And this mountain also appears in geography books.

Although he ultimately chose science subjects instead of geography when he took the college entrance exam.

As he pondered, he looked up at the vast sea and the rising sun outside the window.

Atop the mountains, beneath the sky...

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Middle-earth Costa Rica

The howling wind whipped up clouds, stirring up the thin oxygen and the trembling snowflakes.

A fully armed mountaineer stepped past a corpse turned into an ice sculpture, struggling forward to look at the summit of the entire mountain.

He was very close to there.

His body was also extremely tired.

He struggled to raise his hands and feet, continuing his ascent.

In that instant, his foot slipped, and his entire body lost control, tumbling down the snow-capped mountain.

The immense impact shattered his oxygen tube, and thin air rushed into his lungs.

He struggled desperately to stop, but rolled into an even steeper cliff face.

Darkness seemed to descend at that moment.

He was utterly despondent. Unless there were gods in this mountain, he was destined to become an ice sculpture in it.

Just then, he felt a hand grab his collar and lift him up like a chick.

He vaguely saw a thin figure.

The figure, dressed in thin clothes, stood in the snow at the highest point in the world, the light reflected from the snow-capped mountains shining behind him, like a god standing in the kingdom of the heavens.

He struggled to open his mouth, wanting to ask something, but before he could utter a sound, he felt as if the ice and snow beneath his feet had formed a slide, and he was placed on that slide, sitting on a piece of solid ice.

Immediately, his body slid rapidly down the ice, and the towering snow-capped mountain receded backward as if a tape were being rewound.

He Ao glanced at the climbers who were rapidly sliding down the ice and snow slide he had made, and clapped his hands.

It seems that the power of the Martial Angels can not only control major natural disasters, but also create some simple terrain, although it takes a lot of effort.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, He Ao turned his gaze to the mountain peak ahead.

In the raging blizzard, the place was deserted, as if no one had ever been there.

(End of this chapter)