The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　A gentleman dressed in a suit, wearing a top hat, and holding a cane gave a very standard bow to the crowd.

　The gentleman's clothes are divided in the middle, with black on the left and white on the right. The lining of his suit is a black and white checkered shirt, his tie is white on the left and black on the right, and his cane is a black and white spiral.

　"Who are you!"

　A scream suddenly rang out from the crowd.

　Dark glanced over there and saw an old man who looked remarkably like Gargamel.

　Prophet.

　The prophet had already squeezed inside, very close to the tower master of the "Star Tower," and was now speaking with noticeably bolder confidence.

　The people around her were the same; they immediately became noisy, not at all like the mysterious prophet people had in mind. Instead, they seemed more like the hooligans and scoundrels you could find anywhere on the street.

　But at this point, manners don't matter.

　Edgar Swift and the others simply watched coldly.

　The gentleman in black and white smiled and said, "Who I am is not important, but you can call me A."

　Another prophet immediately asked, "Mr. A, where is this place? How can we get out? Why were we brought here?"

　Mr. A smiled and answered each question one by one: "This is the Chessboard of Destiny, a question-and-answer space. Every time you enter a square, you must answer a question. Your answers will determine your fate. As for how to leave here, please watch."

　After saying that, he turned slightly and pointed behind him.

　But then, about thirty squares away, an oval-shaped portal suddenly lit up.

　Mr. A smiled and said, "The exit is right there. Just reach the square where the 'door' is, and you can leave. But if you answer too many questions incorrectly, the location of the 'door' might change, or it might even close forever."

　"You still haven't said why you brought us here," the prophet asked again.

　Mr. A said, "Because my master has some doubts and needs someone to answer them."

　As soon as he finished speaking, the prophets started chattering again.

　"Chessboard of Destiny" and "Question and Answer Space" are familiar terms, but upon closer inspection, they seem to be terms I've never heard before.

　As for the "master" Mr. A mentioned, it was utterly baffling. They had never heard of such a person on this continent. "What destiny, what questions and answers? How laughable!"

　Suddenly, a prophet in his thirties or forties sneered and charged towards one corner of the grid.

　He ignored Mr. A, who was clearly a projection, and focused his attention on the "spectator" who was guarding one of the chess pieces.

　A faint red light appeared from his sleeve, and a moment later, a red wave of energy erupted from in front of him, engulfing the "spectator" like a tidal wave.

　But the "audience" remained expressionless and motionless.

　Suddenly, a white light flashed at the edge of the grid, completely blocking the red energy wave and preventing any energy impact from passing through.

　Mr. A smiled and watched without interfering.

　The prophet was physically strong. Seeing that his magical attack had failed, he lunged forward and charged at the enemy.

　Without a sound, the prophet's body passed directly through the white light barrier, then through the chess piece and the "spectator's" body, landing in an adjacent square with a dazed expression.

　The next second, a white light shone on the squares where the others had been.

　Immediately afterwards, everyone was teleported to a new grid. The four chess pieces remained with them, and Mr. A also floated in mid-air.

　If it weren't for the prophet who first stumbled into it, the others wouldn't even have noticed the change in the grid.

　If you tap the boundary again, you'll find that you can no longer pass through.

　Mr. A said calmly, "You have three hundred seconds to answer each time you enter a square. If you fail to answer within three hundred seconds, it will be considered a forfeit and you will be punished."

　Suddenly, a light screen lit up around the grid boundaries, and a 300-second countdown appeared on the screen.

　Then, the first question appeared below the countdown. Some people instinctively looked at the question on the screen, but most looked at Edgar Swift.

　The tower master of the "Star Tower," who was being watched by everyone, finally spoke, but suddenly smiled and said, "Interesting, why don't you answer first?"

　"The Sage of the Stars," Grinton Rossetti, immediately sneered, "The world's most advanced prophets are gathered here; what problem could possibly stump us?"

　If we're talking about "knowledge," then almost all the prophets present were rather "conceited," and many of them had similar expressions on their faces.

　It's just answering questions! This is what it means to be professionally competent.

　Many people have even lost interest in leaving immediately. Instead, they want to see what this "chessboard of fate" really is.

　“Dark…” Gina Grant said softly. Dark nodded slightly to her, which gradually calmed her down.

　Eudora, positioned between the two, was debating whether to take the opportunity to put her arm around Dark's.

　But surprisingly, she wasn't afraid in this scene that should have been terrifying. Would it be too contrived to go upstairs at this moment?

　"Dark probably wouldn't like this kind of behavior," she thought to herself, a thought that was quite unique among those present.

　When Dak saw her with her head down, he assumed she was nervous, but he never expected that she was thinking about these things.

　The ticking of the 300-second countdown was like a drop of water falling into one's heart, urging people to subconsciously look at the question and seek the answer.

　Dak couldn't help but look over as well.

　But what was displayed on the light screen was an astrological puzzle. For the many astrologers present, an astrological puzzle was like lambs to the slaughter.

　Forget about the 300-second countdown; right after Dark finished reading the question, someone had already shouted out the answer.

　“It’s too easy.”

　This idea

　Almost simultaneously, the image appeared in everyone's mind.

　Then one of the prophets, who was closer to the boundary, suddenly started walking towards the adjacent square.

　"Congratulations on your correct answers. Please proceed to the next section," Mr. A said with a smile.

　At the same time, the question on the screen changed into a big "V", and the countdown stopped.

　The prophet took a step forward, and without any further hindrance, stepped directly into the adjacent square.

　As soon as his feet touched the ground, everyone was teleported to the next square, and a new countdown and questions appeared on the screen.

　That was still a question that was somewhat difficult for ordinary people. But for the prophets present, it wasn't a particularly complicated one.

　Answer instantly, move forward, answer instantly, move forward...

　He moved five squares towards the "door" in one breath.

　With the distance of thirty squares already shortened by one-sixth, the prophets felt a great sense of relief.

　Regardless of who the "mastermind" behind the scenes is.

　This "Chessboard of Fate" is a nice little Easter egg for the "Night of Prophecy".

　They moved on to the sixth square, looking at the sixth puzzle. "The answer is B!"

　Someone else answered instantly.

　But as soon as that sound was heard, many people felt a sense of foreboding.

　"Isn't it A?" someone retorted.

　But the question on the screen had disappeared, turning into a giant "x". The countdown stopped.

　Mr. A smiled and said, "I'm sorry, this gentleman answered incorrectly. Please accept the punishment."

　After saying that, he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers with a "snap." As soon as the snap ended, everyone instantly disappeared from their original spot and reappeared... on the grid they had entered from!

　"Go back six spaces." Everyone fell silent instantly.

　The prophet who gave the wrong answer instantly became the target of everyone's criticism. "I just accidentally misread the question. Don't look at me like that. Can any of you guarantee that you're 100% correct?" the prophet said, his neck red as he put on a show of how stubborn he was.

　A prophet who was on good terms with him tried to smooth things over: "Alright, alright, it's just going back six spaces. Although he accidentally answered incorrectly, it also lets us know the severity of the penalty for answering incorrectly. If that's all, it's just answering six more questions. Besides, we already know the answers to those spaces, don't we?"

　His words made sense, and the atmosphere, which was about to become agitated, quickly calmed down.

　Even the "Sage of the Stars" said, "Take this mistake as a lesson. Next time you encounter a problem, don't rush to answer; remember to discuss it before you answer."

　Everyone agreed, and then stepped back onto the square they had just passed.

Chapter 1143 Divination and Foresight: Where is God? (4k)

　Chapter 1143 Divination and Foresight: Where is God? (4k)

　After re-entering that square, someone subconsciously uttered the previous answer.

　But the mistake they just made was indeed a wake-up call, making them much more vigilant.

　Then, the completely different questions that appeared on the screen made the man break out in a cold sweat.

　But on the screen, a frequently asked astrological question was prominently displayed: "What will the weather be like tomorrow?"

　[A? Sunny day]

　[B? Thunderstorm] [C? Hail] [D? All of the above are incorrect]

　Knowing the weather is practically a basic skill in astrology.

　Even Darko Dimon studied it, but the success rate varied.

　But this might be difficult for him; what difficulty could it possibly be for these seasoned prophets present?

　Therefore, even though the topic had changed, the prophets immediately began to calculate based on the celestial phenomena they had observed that night.

　Dark glanced around, his eyes showing a strange expression.

　Predicting the weather isn't difficult, but how can the person asking this question determine exactly what the weather will be like tomorrow?

　The very existence of this problem is problematic!

　Even fortune tellers aren't 100% accurate in predicting the weather. But for a fortune teller, all they need to do is choose the answer with the highest probability.

　But as the person asking the question, you must be 100% certain, otherwise how can you judge right or wrong?

　Moreover, do these multiple-choice and open-ended questions actually help the person behind the scenes to "clarify" their doubts?

　Or is it that all the problems so far are just a "warm-up"?

　What about the penalty of "going back six squares"?

　It's just a demonstration.

　The more Dark thought about it, the more contradictions he discovered. But he didn't step forward.

　With the tower master of the "Star Tower" holding the reins, it wouldn't be his turn. Given this contradiction, it's impossible that he's the only one who noticed it. It's just that the other party hasn't revealed anything yet, and many are watching with great interest.

　Of course, there is also a way to be absolutely certain about tomorrow's weather.

　That means the other party has the special ability to precisely control the weather!

　If he could have whatever weather he wanted, then the answer to this question would naturally be found.

　He could even confidently mark all options as "X"!

　However, Dark still leans towards the idea that the other party isn't the type to pull this stunt; otherwise, it would be completely unnecessary.

　Continue answering questions.

　The prophets calculated the weather for tomorrow with a few quick calculations.

　Having learned from past mistakes, they became much more cautious. Even with such a simple question, they discussed it among themselves before finally submitting their most active "Star Sage," Grinton Rossetti, to provide the final answer.

　"Since you all think so highly of me, I will summarize the answers from now on."

　Grinton gave a slight smile, but it only looked ferocious on his naturally fierce face.

　However, this is what the "Sage of the Stars" looks like. Everyone here is an old acquaintance, so naturally they won't judge a book by its cover.

　After confirming, he replied, "The answer is A, sunny." As the question on the screen turned into a checkmark, Mr. A smiled and said, "Congratulations on your correct answer. Please proceed to the next square."

　Grinton glanced back at the crowd for a moment, then turned and continued on the path he had originally taken.

　The second question in the second section was completely different.

　Then came the third square, the third question, the fourth, the fourth question... Each square contained entirely new questions, and I didn't encounter the same questions again just because I had gone through them before.

　However, with Grinton in charge, everyone became much more united. With everyone working together, even slightly difficult problems were quickly solved. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the "sixth square" again.

　The difficulty of the "sixth square" problem has increased again, but it still hasn't posed any obstacle for them.

　The same applies to the subsequent questions.

　After all, this place is home to some of the most brilliant minds on the continent. However, not every question in the grid is difficult; there are a few that they consider utterly idiotic.