Chapter 58#

Six of Creation#

The patterns on the back of the cards shimmered with a mysterious silver light. On the other side, the guide began to whisper to Bai Song about the so-called “card drawing.” Everyone who enters the Paradise has a chance to draw three prophecy cards from the hand of the God of Time, and this chance occurs only once in a lifetime.

Time is the most mysterious and just thing. The imagery on the three prophecy cards will tell you what kind of person you are and what kind of person you will become.

The guide said: “Back then, my third card actually drew the rare ‘Guide,’ so I was full of confidence and wanted to make a career in the Paradise, to be a hero in the most dangerous worlds, and to be everyone’s spiritual mentor and guiding light. Unexpectedly—”

The corner of the God of Time’s eye lifted slightly, with a hint of a smile.

The guide sighed: “Unexpectedly, it meant I was to be a tour guide. However, this profession really couldn’t suit me better; I love it. Of course, I also love you, Official Morphy; your cards are the guide of my life.”

Bai Song looked at the cards, developing a 120% interest in them: “How many kinds of cards are there in total?”

“As many fates as there are in the world, there are as many prophecy cards.”

Bai Song: “Brother Yu, hurry up and draw.”

For a moment, Yu Feichen didn’t answer.

“If you’re afraid to face an uncertain future, you can draw only the first two cards.” The God of Time seemed accustomed to this situation.

But that wasn’t the case; Yu Feichen was just thinking: if even he himself didn’t know where the future would lead, how would the prophecy cards predict his fate?

If fate is already fixed, then could the face of the prophecy cards serve as guidance?

After all, unless one is completely despondent, everyone has imagined their future fate.

According to the legends of the Paradise, as long as one can survive, a person can obtain everything they want from outside the Gate of Eternal Night. He wanted to obtain the power that truly belonged to him, wanting to escape the main god’s territory, but this was only because he didn’t like being ruled. Other than that, he was a person living without a direction—it had been that way from the beginning. Occasionally pondering the meaning of certain things, he found himself actually a complete blank. If the various worlds outside the Eternal Night Gate could help him find that kind of thing, then he wouldn’t mind sincerely thanking the so-called omniscient and omnipotent main god. If prophecy cards could, then the same applied.

With almost no further thought, he chose the position that looked most pleasing to the eye, a card at the top right.

The flames in the God of Time Morphy’s eye sockets flickered and jumped, and he spoke in the tone of a divination sorcerer: “This is the first card. It may indicate your past, or it may indicate your present. Shall I flip it, or you yourself?”

Yu Feichen flipped it himself.

A silver-purple light-flowing line framed an imagery painting: the gloomy earth and sky were filled with burning fire. In the center of the painting, a damaged long sword was thrust into the ground at an angle, entirely pitch-black due to being backlit.

“A Knight card,” Morphy said. “You obviously know the many qualities and virtues of a knight; I like this kind of person.”

“But the imagery of this prophecy card seems to have an ominous meaning: the Knight’s long sword guards a place of disaster about to be destroyed… the cracks in the long sword hint at a fragmented homeland and soul. But the problem lies not in this. Pitch-black represents the denial of one’s inner heart. Do you really practice the knight’s code from the bottom of your heart, or are you merely performing a tacitly understood pantomime? Standing on land that is about to be destroyed, what did the knight do?”

Now Yu Feichen felt that Morphy and Painter were indeed a pair of soul friends as the guide said, because both of their speeches were mystifyingly identical. However, he didn’t mind being a knight.

“Sorry, I spoke a bit too much,” Morphy sighed. “A diviner needs to be more sincere than others, so the main god bestowed upon me the power to peer into others’ fates and also imposed the restriction of ‘speaking all one knows.’ I cannot lie and must not hide the divination words.”

“The image is shrouded in mist, but it is still a Knight card, which is a noble profession. Let me check your information… In an era of the Paradise, you have completed many unimaginable tasks. Of course, the quantity is also extraordinary; you have saved many people in suffering. Not bad. The Paradise should thank you; you are a qualified knight.”

“What’s even more rare is that you have actually helped many, many teammates. You possess incomparable virtue—”

Bai Song murmured beside him: “Brother Yu, it turns out you are even more amazing than I imagined.”

The guide whispered: “But that was for money.”

Morphy: “…”

Yu Feichen: “…”

Is his inner heart defined as pitch-black just because of taking money? Although his price is high, there has never been business fraud.

Morphy sighed: “Let’s continue. The second card may indicate your past, present, or future. But the time it belongs to must be after the first card.”

Yu Feichen drew a card. The image on the second card was even simpler. In a dim environment, a beam of faint light illuminated a high Black Throne.

“The second card, a Monarch card. No extra divination words to say, but I want to warn you: be sure to control yourself and reflect on whether you are chasing the wrong things. Because this is a—Tyrant card.”

Yu Feichen, who was in fact not chasing anything, gave a flat “un-huh” to indicate he had heard, and then turned to the next one.

“Stop for a moment,” Morphy said. “Peering into your fate requires a lot of power. Please allow me a brief rest.”

Bai Song: “Whoa, it turns out card drawing can even cause a server crash.”

His vocabulary has expanded; it seems the knowledge ball is indeed useful.

“You’ve only been in the Paradise for one era, yet your fate is so hard to peer into. If it doesn’t offend you, I’d like to know, how old were you before you came here?”

“Category III unit of measurement, 21 years old.”

Morphy frowned slightly: “Pardon my bluntness, that’s impossible. Do not lie to time.”

Yu Feichen lost interest in speaking with this god. Many things have no reason, just as many people would offer high prices to buy his face pinch, while they wouldn’t do that for others. If every special point had to have a reason sought, then the rest of his life would be wasted in meaningless thinking.

When one of the palace’s hourglasses ran out, the God of Time’s rest ended.

Yu Feichen’s finger pressed on the back of the third card.

“The third card indicates your present or future, occurring after the second card,” Morphy said.

Yu Feichen turned it face up.

There was black in both of the first two cards, but at least it had a shape. This one did not.

A pitch-black pattern was spread irregularly on the card face—abstract, chaotic, without any shape or pattern to speak of, and even impossible to describe in words. It had its own chaotic order inside, while externally it expanded in a crazy posture.

Morphy’s finger touched this card and took it in his hand. At this moment, the flow rate of all hourglasses in the room suddenly accelerated, the speed of the pointers was also extraordinary, and every bird skeleton straightened its neck, raised its head, and pointed its sharp beak toward the sky—

“Meaningless prophecy,” Morphy’s voice was raspy, and his fingers also trembled slightly, as if he were trying hard to restrain and fight against something. There were even strange breaks in his voice.

He said: “Alright, you can go.”

Yu Feichen really turned and left.

The flow rate of the hourglasses continued to increase at a terrifying speed, and the entire space was completely occupied by the “rustling” sound of shifting sand. Yu Feichen stood with his back to Morphy, eyes slightly lowered, his whole body tense.

In the omnipresent rustling sound, the God of Time’s ethereal whisper suddenly rang out. His voice was mechanical and flat, as if he originally intended to remain silent but was controlled by irresistible rules and had to speak: “You will… walk on… the road… paved with… his blood, you—”

Bai Song’s terrified shout seemed to come from a very distant place: “Watch out—!”

A vast and cold power, like a high mountain pressing down on dust, swept toward Yu Feichen from behind him. He couldn’t breathe, suppressed by an extremely terrifying power, and couldn’t even move a bit. The instinct of facing danger and death suddenly exploded!

his gaze was vacant and blank; he had never felt death so closely.

But the next moment, he turned around under that power that was nearing the limit!

Everything happened in an instant. He saw the God of Time suspended in mid-air, with snow-white bone bird wings unfolded behind him, holding a blazing bow and arrow. The bowstring had just vibrated back to its original position, and the bow mouth was pointed straight at him.

Yu Feichen looked down. In front of his chest was a long arrow burning with golden-red fire, its sharp tip resting against the center of his chest and heart. The arrow shaft was held by him. One blink of an eye later, the arrow tip would have pierced through his chest.

Even so, grabbing this menacing long arrow had instantly drained all his physical strength. The confrontation between power and power was nearing the limit. His vocabulary was limited; the power contained in the long arrow could only be described as “terrifying,” “unimaginable,” and “irresistible.”

However, the God of Time’s situation was not much better. All the hourglasses had run out, and the space was in dead silence. His face was pale, and the flames in his eye sockets were also on the verge of breaking.

In the Paradise, humans cannot harm humans, but some gods can execute humans. However, there is also a power gap between gods. The God of Time was exactly the type with the strongest power.

Yu Feichen let go, and the long arrow dropped to the ground. Simultaneously, his third card also drifted onto the floor, revealing the pitch-black front.

Morphy’s voice was raspy and terrifying: “You could block the Arrow of Truth… impossible… you cannot live.”

Yu Feichen was expressionless: “Then how about another arrow?”

Something that could block it the first time, he could block it a second time.

Morphy’s right hand tightened on the bow body. In the next moment, a sharp cry echoed through the entire Tower of Creation: “Claros—!!!!”

Yu Feichen grabbed Bai Song and left. The God of Time’s arrow was blocked, but if another gatekeeper came, the situation would be unthinkable. Thanks to the gossip guide, a case of blood caused by card drawing.

Out of the corner of his eye, grey-purple mist suddenly descended in the center of the palace. This was Claros’s representative color.

Yu Feichen pressed the elevator button hard.

Bai Song was like a maggot on a hot pan: “Elevator! Hurry up! Quick, quick, quick!!!”

But the opening of the Gate of Eternal Night came so opportunely, faster than the elevator door opening.

“Gate has opened, countdown 10, 9, 8, 7…”

“Gatekeeper’s warm reminder: Dear guest, the world you are about to enter this time: intensity 5, amplitude 6, full score 10.”

“Good luck.”

“Good luck!”

Yu Feichen turned around and saw that Claros had already appeared in the center of the palace, the eyes under the hood looking at him gloomily.

“3, 2, 1.”

The surrounding scene completely blurred.

Paradise, bye-bye.