Main World·Space Agency
He Ao walked into the hall, looking at the sowhat flustered staff, and quickly asked, "Where is the Navigator now?"
"Just received the photos," a young researcher saw He Ao, paused for a mont, then quickly took out a photo and handed it to He Ao, "It’s reached the War God Star, and it’s estimated that in at most two hours, the Navigator will reach the orbit of the War God Star."
"Reached the War God Star?" He Ao frowned slightly and took the photo.
The spacecraft, riddled with cracks, stood at the center of the photo, surrounded by dim starlight.
The War God Star is the closest planet to the Main World, and also the one most similar to the Main World.
"Yes, we didn’t capture the Navigator’s journey to the War God Star; it seems to have suddenly jumped through ti and space, appearing next to the War God Star," the young researcher took out a printed image and handed it to He Ao, "This is our approximation of its current position."
He Ao looked at the image in his hand, which used a spacecraft icon to indicate the Navigator’s position. Not far ahead was a red planet, the War God Star, and further ahead was a blue planet, the Main World.
In that extrely short mont, the Navigator directly jumped from the position it just passed the orbit of Ceres to the vicinity of the War God Star, directly skipping the Sky God Star and cutting off He Ao’s possibility of using the Sky God Star’s force for another block.
At that mont, He Ao realized the effect of the mysterious connections that burst from the Navigator at the last mont.
By directly burning all intense mystical connections in one go, it greatly shortened the distance to the Main World, achieving so sort of ’jump’ effect.
These mystical connections didn’t seem to be stored in a short period of ti; most likely, they were built by the Explorers who died on the Navigator during relic activations over ti.
It seems that over a long period, the Tuning Master probably brought people from the Main World into the Navigator more than once, only that those explorers never successfully returned.
Their lives ultimately beca the mystical connections between the Navigator and the Main World.
However, the God of Machinery did not initially use these mystical connections to quickly push the Navigator forward.
It seems likely that these mystical connections were held as a backup.
The original plan might have been to directly jump to the Main World when everyone thought it would still take so ti for the Navigator to approach it.
Like saving energy for a final sprint in a long-distance race.
Only He Ao’s ’blockade’ triggered those mystical connections, consuming the ’jump’ opportunity at the sa ti as the barrier was shattered.
"How much longer does it need to reach the Main World?" He Ao quickly asked the researcher.
"The Navigator itself seems to have suffered so damage," the young researcher quickly replied, "Its speed is much slower than before, but even so, at this close distance, it will reach the outer regions of the Main World in at most another day."
A day more?
He Ao glanced at the countdown in his field of view.
There was only a day until the next Copy World opening.
"Continue monitoring," he said, looking at the young researcher, collecting the images and photos, and said softly.
"Dean He," the young researcher looked at He Ao’s body, hesitated for a mont, then softly asked, "Your body?"
He Ao glanced down at the massive wound crossing his entire body, dividing him into two.
At that mont, the power from the Main World was continually pouring into his body, and the inner side of the wound had already fused together, with a core near completion of repair, though the outer surface still had so crystalline jade-like material that looked scary.
"It’s not a big problem." He Ao gently raised his hand, and a piece of jade material fell from the surface of the wound, revealing the crystalline skin underneath.
He Ao observed his hesitant expression and softly asked, "Is there any other problem?"
The young researcher was montarily stunned, then looked at He Ao and back at the large screen behind him displaying the Navigator’s photos and hesitantly said, "Dean He, what will happen when the Navigator reaches the Main World?"
The mont he spoke, all the busy researchers paused, and the whole hall fell into silence, with eyes from the crowd subtly glancing this way.
"I don’t know," He Ao shook his head, smiling at the researcher before him, and softly said, "But as long as I’m alive, nothing will happen."
Hearing this, the young researcher was dumbfounded and looked up at He Ao.
"Alright," He Ao raised his head, sweeping his gaze over all the researchers present, "I need everyone’s assistance now, trying to report the Navigator’s progress every hour, as this might be crucial!"
The young researcher in front was montarily stunned, then stood upright and quickly responded, "Yes!"
"Good!" the surrounding researchers echoed consecutively.
He Ao nodded, smiled, and exited the hall.
After completely leaving the space agency, the expression on his face slightly darkened.
He reached into his pocket and took out the photo of the Navigator, gazing at the dense cracks on the Navigator in the picture.
Those cracks weren’t caused by him, but were affected during a suspected power burst from the God of Machinery.
Although that power displayed imnse intensity at the ti, in retrospect, its core wasn’t strong, not as intense as the oppressive feeling He Ao experienced in that instant of peering at the underlying world ’tentacles.’
That power was likely not temporarily projected onto the Navigator, but a one-ti power always hidden there.
As a sort of backup or ’monitor,’ accompanied by the God of Machinery’s gaze, under special circumstances, it could also activate the Navigator’s own mystical connections to complete a ’jump.’
This also explains why, when He Ao went to the Navigator, the power didn’t activate.
If it had activated then, it couldn’t have been used later, nor pulled off the final sprint ’jump.’
But why doesn’t the God of Machinery directly send his power?
He could force the Navigator into the Main World’s space-ti, so why not project so energy onto the Navigator?
Or is this forcible temporal crossing mystical academic style, has an inherent limitation?
In this limitation, even the Divine Being cannot descend with massive power?
Too formidable power might cause the entire technique to collapse?
Hmm, it should be more than that.
If unrestricted, the God of Machinery might have used this move long ago.
Following the principle of equivalent exchange, the more efficient and powerful the technique, the greater the cost and stricter the rules to adhere to.
The mysterious addition from the Secret Wizard does have so value, and He Ao suddenly comprehended many previously unclear matters in an instant.
So, in that prophecy dream, ’himself’ charging into the space-ti barrier and clashing with the Starlight Silhouette was not just to destroy the Navigator but to use the powerful force of the clash to destroy this mystical academic style?
He Ao gazed at the photo in his hand, at the Navigator’s dense cracks.
These cracks were identical to those seen on the Navigator in his dream realm.
So, the ’wounds’ of the Navigator in that prophecy dream were actually ford because of him?
The Divine Being’s power was consud beforehand, so in his final battle, he didn’t experience the Divine Being’s attack.
He Ao put down the photo in his hand and looked at the rising morning sun in the sky.
What is this? A self-fulfilling prophecy?
The jade-like remnants on his body completely fell off under the sunlight, revealing the crystal-clear skin beneath.
Under the repair of the Main World’s power, his injuries had fully healed.
He gazed at the fiery morning sun. Everything seed to be proceeding according to the prophecy from the dream.
In the end, will things really happen as operated in that prophetic dream?
Sacrifice himself?
That’s probably the conclusion the hidden prophet wants to see.
Well, from this aspect, that prophet really has so skills.
If I can find this guy...
He Ao picked up his phone and glanced at the myriad of ssages.
He clicked on one of the dialogs, it was sent by Yan Yue.
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Western Lands
"Minister He, this is the list," Yan Yue handed the file in her hand to He Ao, "Currently, we have confird that when the ruins were opened before, there were attempts to break through the Knight Order’s evacuation into the ruins; there are thirteen people in total, twelve of them successfully entered the ruins and have not returned yet."
She raised her head to look at He Ao, "One person was stopped by us. The first page has the information of that person; the remaining pages contain the information of friends and relatives of the twelve people who entered the ruins. Nearly all of these thirteen people obtained wealth by various ’fortunate’ ans before entering the ruins."
"What do you an?" He Ao flipped through the information.
"So won tens of thousands in a lottery, so picked up a valuable antique, others hit the jackpot in horse racing,"
Yan Yue pondered, "In short, the ways they won are bizarre, and from the descriptions of their relatives and themselves, they all claid to have received Divine Inspiration from a certain dream, winning the prize, and it wasn’t the first ti the Divine Being allowed them to win, so they are particularly superstitious about that ’Divine Inspiration.’
Yan Yue recalled sothing, "But they never won any big prize; the prizes even gradually increased. We suspect that the mastermind behind them is using small prizes to bait them, keeping them from being easily satisfied for better control."
"Hmm, I understand," He Ao put away the file, "Give the addresses, I’ll go et the people on the list."
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Yika Republic · gendarrie interrogation room
"I’ve said it many tis; I don’t know what that guy actually wants," the young man with a nose ring sat behind the table, his chin raised. "I only know I dread about him several tis, and then he gave so horse racing numbers, I won the prize, and I didn’t even have ti to spend the money before he told to go to city center, saying I could make big fortune there."
He impatiently scratched his head, "How was I supposed to know it was a dead end? Can you let go now? I didn’t rush through the checkpoint, I was stopped, wasn’t I?"
"Why do you have such dreams?" He Ao looked at him, a faint purple glow flashed in his eyes, "Have you done any ’blessing’ type rituals?"
"What ritual?" The young man looked baffled at He Ao, "I don’t understand what you’re talking about."
"It’s okay," He Ao put away the file in his hand and stood up, "I’ve finished asking my questions."
Then he turned and walked out of the interrogation room.
In that brief encounter, He Ao had completely scanned through the young man’s mories; the routine questioning was just to see if anything was hidden or missing.
The young man indeed had no mories of conducting any ritual, but he had bought lottery tickets and had one burned by the staff at the lottery shop.
Since then, he began to have ’dreams.’
He Ao stood in the hallway, and his body vanished in the next instant.
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Central Earth · Nandu
He Ao looked up at the sun in the sky; by now, it was nearing afternoon.
He glanced down at the rune in his hand.
This was the Fate Guiding Rune he obtained from Levi, and by tracing this pattern, he would gain so degree of fate’s guidance.
This ti, he hoped to use this rune to find the mastermind behind the prophecy.
But the feedback he got was ’no feedback.’
Specifically, it wasn’t entirely no feedback; rather, it couldn’t provide accurate feedback.
He Ao tried three tis; the first two feedbacks were completely different and diatrically opposed, one asked He Ao to find soone nearby, the other asked He Ao to find soone he didn’t know at all.
The third attempt gave no feedback, and it couldn’t locate.
Clearly, this ’Fate Guiding’ was affected by so invisible force, like a compass disrupted by a magnetic field, losing its sure direction.
This was the first ti the Fate Guiding Rune failed, unable to give a definite direction.
This indicates that the hidden prophet possesses a power capable of ’interfering’ even with fate.
Honestly, this sounds quite incredible.
With this ability in the Main World, he should have already risen to power long ago.
Unless his power does not originate from himself.
Erasing the rune from his hand, He Ao raised his head to look at the lottery shop ahead.
While in the Western Lands, He Ao had already visited everyone on Yan Yue’s list.
Aside from the young man who was stopped, He Ao found so commonalities in the mories of the others who were ’chosen.’
They all liked buying lottery tickets, claid to receive ’Divine Inspiration,’ and even wrote pieces of paper in handwriting that wasn’t their own and lost related mories.
Moreover, the places they bought lottery tickets also overlapped, at three lottery shops; of note, five people were confird to have burned lottery tickets at these locations.
When He Ao found these three lottery shops, all three shop owners had disappeared.
These three shop owners had no mysticism connections with He Ao; they were outsiders without any relatives or friends locally and had arrived months ago to open lottery shops.
He Ao speculated that these three shop owners were probably already dead.
But in this world, everything leaves a trace; Yan Yue was currently investigating the financial tracks of these three owners and searching their identities through the databases of the three major organizations.
He Ao raised his head, looking at the gaudy building ahead.
This was also a lottery shop, frequently visited by the man influenced by the ’dream’ who wrote the ’prophetic paper.’
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