I'm not a drama god

"[The Prophet], becoming... a villain?"

Jing Si had never considered this possibility, but as a diviner, he thought about it briefly and understood the Marquis's meaning.

Not every diviner can predict the future directly. Most of them can only make vague judgments about the future based on their abilities. Furthermore, diviners can influence each other through their abilities. For example, a high-level diviner can cause a backlash against a low-level diviner, or even mislead their divination results.

When a group of diviners gathers together, the results of their divinations become even more chaotic. If a powerful diviner with overwhelming strength emerges, he can even turn all the other divinations into errors... for example, predicting things that would never happen, creating panic, or using it to kill someone.

At that time, the Prophet will become a chaotic organization, with no one knowing whether their divination is right or wrong. With just a little guidance, it will be divided to the point of life and death.

"So... in a way, the emperor forcibly dispelled the [Prophet], which actually nipped the source of the disaster in the bud?" Jing Si murmured to himself.

"That person's thoughts are far deeper and more far-reaching than you imagine." Lord Wei sighed softly. "Sometimes, I even have a feeling..."

"How does it feel?"

"Are we truly worthy of the title 'Prophet'?" Lord Wei paused for a moment.

“In this world, there are people who, even if they are not from the Divination Path… know more and see further than we do.”

"Perhaps they are the true human [prophet]."

Jing Si didn't understand some of it.

How could one possibly foresee the future without divine guidance?

And judging from what the Marquis said, besides the one in the palace... who else could be such a "prophet"?

"My lord, what exactly did you foresee?" Jing Si couldn't help but ask.

“That’s the problem…” Lord Wei turned to look out the window and smiled bitterly, “About him… I can’t foresee anything.”

"Him? Who exactly is he? Is he the emperor?"

Lord Wei closed his eyes and did not answer.

Just as Jing Si was about to ask something else, a figure dressed in the uniform of Chengtian Prefecture strode in from outside.

"Lord Wei." The man bowed respectfully to Lord Wei, then took something from his robes and handed it forward. "His Majesty has decreed that you must now perform a premonition every two hours... If you foresee the exact moment, press the button inside immediately..."

"Leave the rest to us."

Jing Si took the object from the Marquis. It was a hard, heavy black box, and there was nothing special about it... When he heard the following words, he immediately frowned and looked at the other person.

"A prediction every two hours? Do you even know what you're saying??"

"The Marquis's current physical condition simply cannot withstand such frequent premonitions... His body and mind will be completely exhausted!"

"Besides, Lord Marquis is an eighth-level diviner, capable of foreseeing events far into the future in a single instance. What's the point of predicting things every two hours? Does he expect the outcome to change each time?!"

Jing Si has never heard of such an unreasonable request in all his life... Does that emperor really not understand the way of divination, or is he out of his mind?

"Jing Si!" Lord Wei's face darkened.

Jing Si immediately fell silent. He just glared angrily at the people from Chengtian Prefecture, thinking they were all idiots.

Lord Wei beckoned, and Jing Si bowed his head and handed over the black box... Lord Wei took the black box and calmly spoke:

"Wei Chen...receive the imperial decree."

After the people from Chengtian Prefecture left, Jing Si immediately turned back to look at Lord Wei, puzzled:

"My lord! This is clearly..."

"Alright." Lord Wei shook his head. "Jingsi, you must believe His Majesty... He must have his reasons for doing this."

Since the Marquis had said so, Jing Si naturally couldn't say anything more. He bowed to the Marquis and then turned to leave.

Just as he was about to leave, Lord Wei suddenly spoke:

"and many more."

"My lord, what are your orders?"

"Go and fetch some incense, some dried fruit for the guests, and my tea set... two sets of cups and saucers. Then leave the door wide open and don't close it for the next few days."

Jing Si was taken aback, and asked blankly, "My lord, is a distinguished guest coming?"

"...Perhaps."

Lord Wei glanced at the open door with a complicated expression, revealing most of the Ruoshui Prison beneath his eyes.

"I will first prepare the hospitality for my guest... Whether the guest comes or when he comes... that depends on his wishes."

Jing Si couldn't understand. The Marquis's status was already so noble, what kind of guest would deserve such a solemn ceremony? ... It could only be the Emperor, right?

But the emperor is far away in the Chengtian Realm and will not come over at all. So who does the Marquis want to invite?

After a moment's thought, he respectfully replied:

"Yes, my lord, I'll take care of it right away."

……

The swaying shadows of the trees gently brushed against the courtyard.

Under a locust tree in Ruoshui Prison, a figure sat at a simple stone table, holding a black chess piece in his hand, deep in thought as he looked at the intricate chessboard before him.

There was no opponent opposite this figure, only an empty void.

A gentle breeze swept through the courtyard, lightly lifting the ends of his hair, revealing a pair of ruby-like eyes as serene as still water.

“Lord Red King.” A figure draped in a black dress appeared silently behind him. “All members of the Twilight Society have arrived at Ruoshui Prison and are in a state of infiltration and standby.”

"Hmm." The figure nodded slightly. "Has Clubs 8 arrived as well?"

"We've arrived. Now let's move together with Heart 9."

"These two guys... no matter which world they're in, they always like to hang out together." The figure chuckled. "The Twilight Society members of the new era, the Ghost Society members of the old world, are all in the Ruoshui Realm now... it's been many years since it's been this lively."

“It’s not just us.” Liu Qingyan hesitated for a moment, “We also discovered traces of the Fire Usurper in the Ruoshui Realm.”

"Hmm." Chen Ling seemed completely unsurprised; he waved his hand dismissively.

"Ignore them."

Liu Qingyan pondered for a long time, seemingly hesitant about whether to ask about Li Laide... but seeing Chen Ling's gaze, she didn't press the matter further, and simply nodded:

"……Yes."

“There’s one more thing.” Liu Qingyan seemed to remember something and spoke solemnly, “The Ghost Society members sent word that the Chengtian Imperial Palace has ordered Wei Chen, an eighth-level Divination Master, to perform divination every two hours… This is the only thing I don’t quite understand.”

"The divination method should not change easily. Once it predicts, it should be able to know the approximate time of Ruoshui Jun's awakening... So what is the point of repeated predictions?"

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There's one more chapter, it'll be a little later.