The Psychic Girl

Past Times Cafe.

The dazzling sunlight shone in obliquely from the floor-to-ceiling glass windows facing the street, lightly spreading on the dark gray round wooden table.

The cafe is elegantly decorated and filled with a light aroma of coffee.

The young man was wearing a flowery white shirt, casual trousers, and silver-rimmed glasses on his tall nose. He looked gentle and elegant, yet exuded an artistic and melancholy temperament.

Opposite him sat a middle-aged man, about thirty or forty years old, dressed in a royal blue business suit. Unlike the leisurely and comfortable young man, this man had a tense expression and his manners were steady and solemn.

"Aren't you treating me to a drink? Just coffee? I see there's a milk tea shop across the street, how about... going there?"

The young man held his chin with one hand and said with a smile. The middle-aged man took a sip of the coffee in front of him and replied.

"I've ordered everything. Don't you want to try it first?"

The middle-aged man leaned slightly and moved the coffee towards the young man. He called the young man "you", but his voice was full of vigilance and alienation.

"But I don't like coffee. It's very bitter."

"I've really liked it in the past two months, especially this store,"

The middle-aged man's eyes never left the young man, as if as long as he moved his eyes, the young man would disappear in the next second.

"The coffee beans of this shop are all produced in Yirgacheffe, Ethiopia. It's their signature product. And..." The middle-aged man continued, changing the subject.

"According to the timeline, that place will be destroyed by war in forty days, and we won't be able to drink there anymore..."

The young man's hand, which was originally holding the coffee cup, paused for a moment, as if he was thinking. Under the other person's gaze, he picked up the cup and acted as if he didn't want to drink it or not.

Seeing the young man's reaction, the middle-aged man's deep and deep voice sounded again.

"I almost forgot. If you want to drink, you can drink it anytime. How can the greatest time lord in the universe, Vichys, be restricted by the timeline? Besides, this is the time and space cage you created."

The hot coffee in his hand made a white mist on the young man's glasses, which made his gentle temperament reveal a hint of cuteness and childishness. But when the middle-aged man stopped talking, the white mist dissipated, and the young man's literary and bookish air disappeared.

With a raised eyelid and a wry smile, Vichy looked at the middle-aged man opposite him. The eyes hidden behind the lenses revealed an ancient, profound and heavy wisdom, which was sharp and went straight to the heart.

"As expected of you, you are a mortal that even the Lord of Life Ali'er is afraid of, the leader of the cosmic rebel army. You discovered the existence of the space-time cage in just one year. You really surprise me."

The tone was frighteningly low, revealing the strong sense of oppression that the ancient gods of the Creator lineage possessed.

"Tell me, General Gu Nian! When did you discover my identity? There is clearly no flaw in this space-time cage I created."

"It is indeed perfect, including the life you created for me in this cage. The development of the world is logical and everything is very real, but... fake is fake. If I guess correctly, this is a timeline you extracted from the real parallel world.

The reason why it has no flaws is that it did exist objectively, but it is a copied world after all, it has no past and will not have a distant future. "

"You guessed right. This is indeed a time slice that I extracted from a real parallel world, so there is no reason for you to discover it."

"coming!"

Gu Nian did not continue to answer, but finally moved his eyes away from the young man and turned to the glass window. Following his gaze, he saw a long-haired girl in a white dress holding a bag of sunflowers, standing opposite the cafe on the pedestrian walkway near the intersection with the cafe, waiting for the traffic light in two and a half minutes.

"Every Saturday afternoon at 3:57, the lady would appear at the intersection of this road, not too early or too late, and then disappear out of thin air three minutes later.

That is not a living person, but a trace of time and space. Time and space traces are the remnants of consciousness. To be more precise, they are the remnants of your consciousness as the Lord of Time and Space. How can a real world have a trace of time and space?"

Because the girl stopped, Vichis's gaze stayed on her, listening to Gu Nian's words, until the girl disappeared three minutes later, then he withdrew his gaze.

Even he himself did not expect to see that figure again under such circumstances.

The passing of her on the sidewalk was the first and only time he had any contact with her since he exiled the girl.

Without Vichis's knowledge, his consciousness retained that moment, and when he created the space-time cage, he inadvertently released that afterimage of space-time.

"The person who can leave a residual image in your consciousness must be very important to you. As the Lord of Time and Space, you once created a living being with your own hands, but you let her wander in various small worlds a long time ago. The residual image of that lady in time and space must be hers."

The surrounding environment suddenly changed drastically. The originally elegant cafe scene quickly dissolved, and the waiters who were still busy in the store also melted into cosmic sand and scattered like inorganic objects.

In the void, there were only the young man who had already taken off his silver-framed glasses and the middle-aged man standing with his hands hanging down.

"This topic is indeed a taboo for him."

The ancient god born from the dark abyss was angry.

But Gu Nian knew that even if he guessed the identity of the Lord of Time and Space and saw through the cage of time and space, he would not be able to escape from here.

The power of the Time and Space Lord is not something he can resist.

Compared to the Life Lord Ariel, Vichis, the first born in the Chaos Civilization, is even more powerful and terrifying.

"Since you are the leader of the rebels, I wanted to let you live comfortably here. Wouldn't it be better for you to continue to sink into ignorance?

As a living being created by Ali'er, you have already surpassed all mortals and gone far enough, yet you still want to subvert the authority of the ancient gods."

The world around him fell into black and white, a cage of time and space without color, and the atmosphere became gloomy.

"Betrayal is an unforgivable crime. She is as shameful a betrayer as you are! You betrayed Ali'er, and she betrayed me!"

Although I am not interested in the fight between you, since I have agreed to Ali'er's request, I will do it.

Without a leader, the rebels will be in disarray, and the war will soon be over. And the ideal world you expect outside is already collapsing!"

Although it is not known how Ariel convinced the neutral Vichis, from the moment the Lord of Time and Space took sides, this cosmic war that affected the fate of thousands of small worlds was doomed to failure for the rebels.

He must turn the tide!

"Are all the ancient gods as conceited as Ali'er? He thinks I am a traitor, and you think your spirit is also a traitor. But everything I do is just to comply with the changes in the order of the universe, and Ali'er never accepts change.

Have you ever thought that the creatures you created may have never betrayed you? "

There is neither light nor darkness in the space-time cage in the void.

Vichys undid the beautiful illusion he had created, leaving Gu Nian alone standing there.

No one knew that the commander that all awakened people from other worlds had been searching for, the leader of the cosmic rebel army who had been missing for a year, was now imprisoned here.

Although he didn't know how much of a stir his words would cause in Vichy, the countless times he had turned the tide and escaped from desperate situations made Gu Nian have a premonition that even if he was not there, the rebels still had a glimmer of hope.