It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

"You should be able to sense that this world is somewhat chaotic. When you were with the Rain Spirit, you fought against the pestilence known as the Plague. It was something from another world and shouldn't exist here."

"Huh? You're not saying some other world is going to invade us, are you? That's so clichéd?"

Bai Lin couldn't help but wonder, and the poet shook his head, denying Bai Lin's idea.

"No, it's because of some reasons that caused the world to be in turmoil. They had no intention of coming to our world, but after being accidentally born, they became incompatible and had no choice but to clash. There are actually more than just these incidents, and they come on various scales. Sooner or later, you will witness them."

How could that Huang Shen not tell me about something like this? But she had absolutely no reason to hide it from me... Could it be that the old Huang Shen had planned for me to meet this guy, and she was deliberately hiding it to disgust me?

Bai Lin couldn't help but think so in her heart, and she also gained a little trust in the poet. Seeing that Bai Lin didn't interrupt again, she continued,

"Also, the girl you fought against earlier, who looked similar to you, was also an unexpected situation caused by something that went beyond the normal laws of this world. If left unchecked, more incidents like this will only continue to occur, and by then, it will be difficult to contain them."

That's quite true. If that guy creates a hundred or eighty Saint Qili, that would be unacceptable. Regarding these words, although Bai Lin was a WeChat customer, she also had her own thoughts. After thinking for a while, she stroked her chin and looked at the other party and replied,

"But the current situation is okay. The scale of the disaster is within a reasonable range. Have you gained a good understanding of the root cause of the incident? Let me be clear, I can't do anything about this magnitude except fight. Something as profound as world instability, I absolutely have no idea."

"If it's truly that dangerous, why don't you ask the elves for help? Even if they have their own world, they certainly won't let it go. They're an intelligent race, they understand the dangers of such things, and they're better fighters than I am."

Bai Lin's point was simple: this matter sounded a bit too far-fetched, and she could only handle matters visible to the naked eye. But if they were short of help, why would the entire Poet Clan single her out, and only bring someone like Bai Lin into the picture? Clearly, this might be a particularly ethereal matter, so Bai Lin was just trying to shirk responsibility. Her point was simple: if the disaster wasn't serious, there was no need to bother her. If it was truly world-threatening, there were more powerful figures who could step in, and she wouldn't be needed.

"The disaster is already great, Holy Son, but those lives haven't perished before your eyes."

The poet's tone suddenly deepened, and he nodded at Bai Lin. As soon as these words came out, Bai Lin's heart sank. The seriousness of the situation suddenly came to Bai Lin's eyes from a distance. However, she quickly replied,

"If nothing is clear and you're just short of rescuers, I won't come no matter how many people die. That's your own problem."

Chapter 732: So Generous

"I'm human, a Son of God who descended upon the human camp. Our current problem is preventing aliens from causing chaos here. I've only seen so-called world instability here. So, if it's just this level, I'll definitely prioritize dealing with the human side."

Even though Bai Lin's heart softened a bit after hearing about the possibility of death, he remained firm in his stance. This meant that something like a natural disaster had occurred, and Bai Lin was required to help. However, even if the disaster was quelled, humans would still be a vulnerable race in such a precarious situation. Wouldn't the possibility of being attacked by others be even higher?

From a human perspective, perhaps the best approach would be to take advantage of the natural disaster to quickly develop our own side and then deal with other issues later. Once we understand the source of everything, it won't be too late to devote ourselves to resolving the natural disaster.

"...Even though it's been predicted, hearing you say it in person is a bit different."

The poet's tone suddenly became dull, and the ambiguous words made Bai Lin feel a little cold, as if she had something on the tip of her tongue but couldn't say it. The poet continued,

"Let me be frank. I'm not asking you to save the world, but to be the one who understands where all this started and how it should end. That's the absolute future I predicted. From a long time ago, I was born because of you. You are the one destined to save the world, and everything I do is only to achieve this goal, and for you."

These words sounded even more ambiguous, making Bai Lin's heart tremble. She looked at the other person with a strange look in her eyes. Bai Lin quickly cut off the tone and asked in a louder voice,

"Then you should come up with something. Who do you want me to kill to solve this problem? Or tell me what you predicted? At least you have to believe it."

"It's difficult to tell you exactly who you're going to kill right now, but in reality, there's probably only one person. As for the content of the prophecy, as you might imagine, it's not something I can easily reveal."

This riddle, even if it was said in such a pleasant tone as the Dark Poet, still made Bai Lin a little annoyed. Just when she was about to say a few more words, the Dark Poet suddenly spoke,

"However, I have a method that will convince you. It doesn't require a prophecy, but rather a mission and reward that you're most familiar with. You'll do the same things as before, but I'll be by your side, guiding you to various locations. Your reward will be a wealth of information on nonhuman species. You'll gain no less than if you acted on your own."

Would it even be easier to do the work because of such a powerful assistant like the Dark Poet? Bai Lin couldn't help but think about it. But the doubt still existed, and Bai Lin immediately argued.

"Uh, aren't you betraying your own people? And why should I trust you to give me information? Is it accurate or not?..."

"Although the elves won't openly share their knowledge with you, and they won't openly stand by your side, they can still help confirm the authenticity of some very detailed files, especially those provided by someone of my status. If you don't believe me, you can choose to ask them to verify it."

The poet quickly dispelled Bai Lin's questioning, and then spoke to Bai Lin in a more direct tone.

"If you still refuse to accept this offer, I will continue to attack you and disrupt whatever you're about to do. You've seen my abilities. Even if I can't kill you, I'll definitely significantly reduce your efficiency. So, I don't need to tell you which side you choose, right?"

The poet's words now lacked their previous tenderness. Even though the tone was similar, the meaning within them had already threatened Bai Lin's brows. Bai Lin bit her lower lip lightly. This feeling of being threatened was not pleasant. However, if she let go so quickly, she would no longer be Bai Lin.

After just a few seconds of consideration, she smiled and said to the other party,

"You seem to know me very well. Coercion and inducement will indeed make me not think of resisting you. After all, I don't have a strong sense of dignity. Even if I'm being manipulated by you, I'll just feel a little unhappy at most. However, since you have chosen to use this method, and you have already coerced me before, shouldn't you also show me some inducement?"

As soon as the words fell, the other party tossed a thick, somewhat messy volume, resembling a bound magazine, into Bai Lin's hands. The wax seal looked unusually traditional, and the elegant handwriting, much of it seemingly handwritten, was gorgeous yet effortlessly legible. The contents were, of course, the "information" the poet had promised Bai Lin—the information she needed.

Bai Lin looked at the thing in his hand in surprise, then glanced at the other person. He found that the eyes behind the mask seemed to be full of pride and satisfaction, and even seemed to be looking forward to praise.

"I'm a man of my words, especially to you. After all, we're on the same side. As long as we work together, you'll only gain more."

Hearing the poet's tone, Bai Lin felt a moment of confusion. He had gotten what he needed so easily, and the other party's attitude... It really made Bai Lin unable to guess her intentions.

According to the principle of hypothesis, when a fact requires more hypothesis to complete, then it is naturally less true than a fact that can be completed with fewer hypothesis. Bai Lin had already begun to discard the idea that the other party was harming her in some way. She calmly put the information in her arms, coughed twice, and began to re-evaluate the poet before her.

Although it sounds a bit strange that she knew me through prophecy and was willing to sacrifice everything for me and her common goal, on the other hand, it is really a good thing. Having such an amazing helper, approaching me of my own will and willing to help me, isn't that a good thing?

Thinking about his girlfriend, it seemed like she was also destined to be the "shrine maiden" by his side. The two of them had slightly different personalities, but if they accepted each other's opinions, it would undoubtedly be a very beneficial thing for him.

Chapter 733 We are very cunning

As the two of them communicated, the balance of trust gradually began to tilt towards the side of "yes". Bai Lin naturally began to think about things from this perspective. Everything suddenly became clear, and her mood also relaxed a little. Bai Lin grinned, slapped her thighs with both hands, and said,

"If you just wanted me to do the work, you could have just used threats and inducements from the beginning. But you also talked to me a lot, so I guess you really wanted me to trust you, right?"

Perhaps sensing Bai Lin's change in attitude, the poet nodded slightly and replied in a slightly weak tone,

"Yes, that's right. I've already said it. I'm completely on your side. Please believe me."

"That's fine. In that case, you have to do something for me first. Your sudden attack has messed up the camp I set up. Hurry up and help me set it up, otherwise I won't have anywhere to sleep tonight."

Bai Lin pointed at the other person mercilessly and began to issue orders. Such a simple request seemed to instantly stop the conversation between the two of them and enter another realm.

If you can't be sure whether the other party is trustworthy, then you should first confirm whether the other party is available. This is Bai Lin's idea. According to the poet, Bai Lin's request is probably within her prediction. Of course, she should agree to it. After all, she is wholeheartedly doing it for Bai Lin's good.

Not surprisingly, the poet quickly agreed. She immediately stood up, clenched her fists, and said with great enthusiasm,

"Of course, I've been waiting for this for a long time."

It was like reciting a text all night and then eagerly anticipating the teacher's call on him the next day. This sentence gave Bai Lin a feeling of confidence. Bai Lin's mind was also distracted for a moment. However, Bai Lin calmed down in an instant and continued to pursue the victory.

"Oh, and your sword looks really cool, it glows. Lend it to me so I can study it..."

"Of course you can. Use it this way, but be careful not to hurt yourself. And don't break it, either. If my fighting power decreases, you'll be the one who suffers."

"Also, tell me about your abilities and the details of your equipment while you're tidying up the camp. We're companions, after all, so it's better to know a little more. You must know me inside and out anyway..."

"No problem, just listen carefully."

Even though the requests were becoming increasingly outrageous, the poet still agreed to them all. It seemed as if, as she said, she was "born to be Bai Lin."

As a race like theirs, their broad predictions about the future are unwavering. However, smaller details can be altered through the race's own abilities. For example, the heads and tails of a coin—as long as both willpower and strength reach a certain level, they can definitely change it.

The most accurate prophecy in the world is the one that changes one's fate through personal manipulation. This is the way of prophecy by Stella Pulgaard. However, even with this level of distortion, they know better than anyone that some futures are simply unchangeable.

When each tribe member grasps the true "future," the first thing they see is always their own future of death. That is the only future that can never be changed.

"So some people started to feel lost, went crazy, and questioned the reality of all this. Some left the tribe, and some gave up their abilities. But the majority of those who stayed took it all for granted."

The poet narrated calmly, as if he was only talking about other people's affairs. Bai Lin tilted his head and said,

"You, who can manipulate even a small part of fate and predict the general future, must be very respected. The other races around you must trust you very much. You don't seem like the type to exploit others, but rather to guide them in the right direction. You are truly magnificent, performing divine tasks in human form."

This admiration came from Bai Lin's heart. This is like an external deity that doesn't ask riddles, and it also provides guidance to all of humanity on what to do next. It's really a very useful thing. Not using this for profit, but doing good things, really makes Bai Lin look at it with new eyes. However, the bard himself shook his head slightly and replied,

"That's not true. In fact, all fortune tellers are cunning. Although we will all meet our end at some point, almost everyone, no matter who we are, has tried to change the future. But when everyone ultimately realizes they can't change anything, they turn their attention elsewhere."

"Suppose a person who is trying to lose weight has to eat five meals a day. He will try every possible way to make the most of these five meals to avoid gaining weight back, or even to achieve his weight loss goal. For example, he might make all five meals into specific foods, making the most of everything."

"Perhaps for others, the future is something magnificent and unknown. But in our eyes, it is nothing more than a series of cold conditions. We will use this future to achieve our own goals, utilizing everything available, often even our own death."

The poet's speech speed gradually increased, and her tone became slightly heavier, as if some emotion was mixed into her words. Her hand movements slowed down a little, and then she followed up with another sentence to Bai Lin,

"So, all fortune tellers, including me, are insidious and cunning. Although the prophecies are accurate, it's best not to get too emotionally attached to them."

Even Bai Lin could easily hear these words. This topic was not only a little off track, but also very heavy. She was standing by and using words to break the heavy atmosphere.

"Actually, I'm quite curious. You said prophecies are accurate and can partially change fate. So, can the future actually be changed? Can I understand this as meaning that no matter how you try, you can't escape the predetermined outcome?"

"You can understand it this way. At least for us, we can't change the future. And to be able to achieve what I have is already very outstanding among my tribe, not to mention the majority of races that can't even interfere with their fate."

Chapter 734 Praise Me

This clear question and answer instantly calmed the poet's emotions. Her words were extremely clear, at least Bai Lin understood them. She sighed and said,

"I thought you could spoil the whole thing for me, and that I could just stop thinking and follow this so-called fate. It seems I'm overthinking it. It seems that when it comes to making my own decisions and working hard, I still have to use my brain and hands. After all, fate can be changed, even though you say it's difficult."

However, if Bai Lin hadn't done it because it was difficult, she wouldn't be standing here. She was an ordinary person, an ordinary person with no way out. So in her world, there was no option to retreat when faced with difficulties. If you want to do something, you must do it to the end.

Upon hearing this, the poet's tone slightly shifted, and she replied,

"No, just do as I say. If I hadn't observed a future that would actually allow me to achieve my goal, I wouldn't have come to you. If you trust me enough, you don't have to think about it."

"As for spoilers... that's certainly not easy to do, but if it's just this level, it's still pretty easy."

The poet's slow, relaxed words drifted through Bai Lin's ears. Between these words, Bai Lin felt increasingly reassured. After all, in cartoons and novels, the prophets weren't just riddlers, they were also incredibly frugal with their words, predicting things like "This child will be born a king" and "Go here and get the item that will kill the demon king," and nothing else.

And this fortune teller here is always by her side, supporting her unconditionally. This means that the poet can tell Bai Lin where to go tomorrow, and even easily solve the century-old problem of "what to eat for lunch". It's so convenient, isn't it?

Please don't have any ulterior motives, please. Bai Lin sincerely hoped that this big boss who came to entrust him with the task really just wanted him to do the work.

"Okay, it's set up, take a look for yourself."

Following the poet's words, Bai Lin looked inside the tent. This setup was truly perfect, even more perfect than the ones Bai Lin usually built. After all, Bai Lin was a lazy bum, and sometimes he didn't take anything seriously. Having someone help him with this job, and doing it so well, naturally made him feel much better.

I inadvertently remembered the time when we set up the tent together.

Thinking of this, Bai Lin glanced meaningfully at the poet beside him. She knew everything about him, so she probably wouldn't do anything foolish. Besides, she and he were just reliable partners; whether they could be considered his own was another matter. And someone who made predictions was unlikely to donate.

She seemed to be finding a lot of reasons for herself, trying to make herself accept the fact that she was traveling with someone else again. The poet was stared at by Bai Lin's complicated eyes for a long time, and she also spoke, interrupting her thoughts.

"Isn't it a good match?"

This question, which sounded a bit weak, suddenly made Bai Lin dazed. Surprised, she waved her hands repeatedly and replied,

"No, no, no, I guarantee it'll be a good match. Let's chat for a while, I still have a few small questions."

As he spoke, Bai Lin patted the floor, and the poet sat down on the floor. The two returned to the campfire. Bai Lin quickly got to the point and asked,

"Why did you agree when I asked you if you knew that guy? Was it just to start a fight with me? If you weren't a good fighter, this would have been a huge misunderstanding. You might even have lost your life."

The poet sat up slightly and responded to Bai Lin's question very calmly.

"I told you, the prophecy is absolute. I made this choice knowing full well that you couldn't kill me. The reason is exactly as you guessed. This is the best way to quickly negotiate and resolve everything."

"But regarding this aspect... I actually have a question as well. Who exactly is that person you're talking about? I know you weren't born in this world, and I know all about your deeds. But the only thing I don't know is who you're talking about."

"It's like there are some blacked-out passages in the story. I just know there might be someone or something in between the stories, and maybe they did something. But I don't understand the details at all."

As soon as she said this, Bai Lin was a little confused. She let out a "hiss" and stroked her jaw, looking like she had a headache. Unable to stop herself, words flowed from her mouth...

"It seems that your divination is not that reliable."

"Although there is indeed a problem, it would be very troublesome for me to hear you say that, so I chose to ask you at this time. Otherwise, if I had discussed this with you before the fight, you would have thought I was useless and would have found a way to slip away, right?"

Facing these words of the poet, Bai Lin couldn't say a word of denial. She could only laugh and then replied,

"Nothing much. It's normal to have so many unusual situations. I just got anxious. That guy, like you, calls himself a bard. Since you don't know anything about him, he's probably someone who shouldn't exist in this world."

To Bai Lin, abnormal situations were abnormal situations. The white poet's creation of Saint Qili and the subsequent events were essentially the same as the lizardmen's ability to create large carrots. Everything was beyond her common sense.

But to this poet, she was an indigenous person, and from the sound of it, she was a very powerful race. How could a white poet be so beyond her capabilities that she couldn't even understand his existence? This probably meant that she needed to pay more attention to him.

After sorting out some of her business, Bai Lin felt her vision clearer than before. She took a deep breath and took a good look at the tightly wrapped poet beside her, whose style seemed out of this world. She was genuinely interested in this big boss she had come to visit.

Soon, Bai Lin leaned forward, stared at the other person, and asked,

"Oh, that guy, like you, calls himself a bard. He can sing and play the harp, and I think he can tell stories, just like what I understand as a poet, but he's just a bunch of idiots. I don't have much else in mind except to kill him."

"But the feeling you give me is exactly the opposite of his, even though you know me very well, to a degree that's a bit scary."

Chapter 735 Our Minds Are United

"Even so, I don't feel the slightest bit uncomfortable talking to you. Even though there was some distance at the beginning, I can talk to you very smoothly now, as if I've known you for a long time. Perhaps this is what you call fate. We share the same ideals, so you sought me out. We were destined to meet here."

At this point, Bai Lin wiped his chin with his fingers, and then his eyes lit up slightly. With a slightly more excited expression and tone than before, he said to the poet,

"But I really didn't realize you were a bard. You have a beautiful voice, and I completely believe you have a foundation in this field. But even so, I'm still very curious... You know?"

Bai Lin's words were very clear, how could the bard not understand? She sighed slightly, and then said to Bai Lin,

"My skills as a poet are quite good. Today isn't a good day for singing, so I can't fulfill your request for now. But don't expect too much. As a bard, I might not be that qualified. I'm far inferior to you as the Holy Son."

While the first half of the verse clearly expressed confidence in his skills, Bai Lin didn't detect a single smugness in the entire passage. The poet's slightly otherworldly composure vanished briefly, replaced by a tinge of inferiority and bitterness.

Bai Lin deeply sympathized with this. It was a feeling that one did not deserve a certain title. As a "savior", but only able to watch others die before one's eyes, it triggered similar emotions. Of course, if this happened to someone else, Bai Lin would still be very good at speaking. She opened her mouth and said,

"It's too early to say that now. You're not going to die anytime soon. You can take your time to decide whether you're competent or not. From your voice, you sound even younger than me. We humans become more sophisticated as we age, and those who have accomplished a lot are at least middle-aged. There's no need to rush things like this."

"Well, maybe it's not that urgent."

After hearing Bai Lin's words, the poet seemed to recover quickly. However, Bai Lin still keenly heard that the poet's words were actually a bit of a formality, a "consolation" to Bai Lin's words of comfort. This emotional shift made the previous words seem like a sudden emotional loss.

After all, the poet had already said it was fine, so Bai Lin didn't say anything more. Even if she still had plenty of time to save the world, she still felt the pain of not being strong enough. Some people might not have as much time as she did, and the poet probably had some similar experiences.

In order to ease the awkwardness, Bai Lin quickly asked the next question.