(2) “I have another question…” Gerald no longer dwelled on Ron’s strength: “What exactly is your identity?” “Ron Kopofel, illegitimate son of the Kopofel family of the Spong Theocracy, scholar of ancient texts!” Ron answered directly.
Gerald’s smile remained unchanged: “Only that?” He believed Ron’s true identity and abilities were far more than what was recorded in the intelligence.
Although it seemed that Ron had been kidnapped by the Eternal Freedom Sect, attacked by Herman, and surrounded by Dawn Knights, from the process and outcome, everything was almost entirely under Ron’s control.
Ron originally didn’t plan to continue pretending, as it was getting a bit excessive.
But seeing the current situation, if he didn’t reveal something, it would be hard to reassure the old man.
A thought flashed quickly through his mind.
The smile on Ron’s face gradually disappeared, replaced by solemnity.
He slowly raised his hands, as if embracing something, his eyes slightly lifted to gaze at the sky above.
That posture made it seem as though Ron could see countless things others could not.
His voice was low and ethereal: “Or, you can call me…” “Prophet!” Prophet?
As soon as these words came out, the surroundings fell into complete silence.
Everyone’s eyes widened, mouths open, yet no sound came out.
After a long time, Herman was the first to break the silence.
He burst out laughing.
Laughing so hard he bent forward and backward, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
In this world, there are indeed some who claim to be able to glimpse fate.
They are astrologers, who can observe changes in the stars to glimpse the future to a certain extent.
But even the most outstanding astrologers can only sense vague and uncertain signs.
When astrology is cultivated to the extreme, it becomes the Great Prophet.
A Great Prophet has a better grasp of the future, but can still only glimpse fragmented pieces.
In the neighboring Spong Theocracy, there is a Great Prophet honored as the national teacher, yet half of his predictions are wrong, making people seriously suspect he is a fraud.
As for those beyond the Great Prophet, they are the legendary Prophets.
They are mysterious and elegant.
They know the future, perceive fate, and stir the tides of time.
They are ethereal and indifferent.
Even though just a few words from them could change the course of the world, whether war, disaster, plague, or famine, no matter how tragic, none of it can shake their stone-like hearts.
They see themselves as guardians of fate, believing that every person’s fate is determined at birth, and all life follows a predetermined path.
They do not allow any deviation in the threads of fate.
They will eliminate all who attempt to resist destiny.
And now, Ron actually claims to be a Prophet?
Why not be even more arrogant?
Why not claim you’re a god?
In the vast hall, only Herman’s laughter echoed, becoming even more piercing.
Ron showed no sign of offense.
He simply smiled and looked at Herman as if he were a clown.
Gerald only frowned slightly.
He was actually the most accepting one, having already suspected Ron’s identity was not simple.
Although Aurelia was shocked, there was no doubt in her eyes toward Ron.
No matter what Ron said, she seemed to believe him unconditionally… except for Transcendent Two-Star.
Virgil’s expression was extremely strange.
When he first heard the word Prophet, his first thought was that it was impossible.
Prophets were legendary beings, how could they really appear?
But thinking about what Ron had just said—he knew Gerald would come, he knew about Sister Aiseya, he knew she was a spy of the Spong Theocracy, he knew he would be betrayed by her and be burned at the stake for treason and heresy… If Ron really is a Prophet, then it all makes sense!
After a long time, Herman’s laughter finally stopped.
Being the only one laughing loudly felt a bit awkward.
Clearing his throat, Herman said coldly: “Since you’re a Prophet, then tell us, when will our world be destroyed?” “Sorry, that exceeds my ability.” Ron answered honestly: “Actually, the world will not be easily destroyed.
What will be wiped out are the beings living in this world.” “For example, humans, dragons, giants, elves…” “In the near future, a great race will decline.” “What follows will be a disaster sweeping the entire world.” As soon as these words were spoken, aside from Ron, the expressions of the other three all changed.
“What disaster?
When?
Which race do you mean?
Dragons or giants?” Gerald asked quickly.
He did not believe in Prophets, but for some reason, the moment Ron said this, an indescribable fear rose in his heart, making his hair stand on end.
At present, there are two races in the world that call themselves great races: dragons and giants.
Among them, dragons are the rulers of the world.
They exercise authority in place of the gods and maintain order.
They are proud and powerful, believing themselves to be the most noble and perfect existence.
Giants, on the other hand, consider themselves descendants of ancient rulers who once dominated the world, with great blood flowing through them.
“Come on, Gerald, you actually believe this?
Wake up, he’s lying to you.” Herman said impatiently, even forgetting to use respectful terms.
Gerald felt irritated and glanced at Herman.
If not for Herman’s father, he would never allow such a useless person to remain in Morol Grand Cathedral.
He hoped Ron would reveal more information.
Ron turned his gaze to the blazing sun in the sky, silent for a long time before slowly speaking, his voice low yet ethereal: “The city that never decays hides in the gray sky!” “When the blazing sun loses its light, it will descend upon the world and bring death!” “Look, that golden brilliance!” “Look, that lost power!” “But when a cold wind blows, only vast blood remains!” Ron improvised a prophecy poem with his mediocre literary skills, instantly feeling much more impressive.
A prophecy poem must be ambiguous, letting others interpret it, that is the demeanor of a master.
If they guess right, it means his prophecy is accurate.
If they guess wrong, it means their understanding is insufficient, unrelated to him.
Perhaps because Ron acted too convincingly, even under the blazing sun, Aurelia, Virgil, and Gerald all felt no warmth, as if a cold wind truly blew past them, sending chills through their bodies.
A creeping sense of fear quietly rose in their hearts.
The prophecy poem provided little concrete information, but the loss of sunlight, death, and blood all symbolized ominous signs.
A heavy oppression made it difficult to breathe.
Only Herman curled his lips in disdain.
In his eyes, Ron was just pretending.
“Phew…” After a long time, Gerald seemed to recover slightly from that fear.
He looked at Ron: “When?” Ron did not answer, only turned to glance at the clock hanging on the wall, then slowly raised five fingers: “Five!” “Five years?” But at that moment, Ron curled one thumb: “Four!” Everyone’s eyes widened.
Not five years, but… five seconds?
What kind of Prophet predicts something just five seconds later?
Are you sure you’re not joking?
Even Aurelia, Virgil, and Gerald, who had almost been convinced by Ron’s mysterious aura, couldn’t help but feel they had lost their minds to believe such nonsense.
Herman sneered: “If you predict it correctly, I, Herman, will kneel and call you grandfather!” Five seconds?
He’s asking for humiliation!
He couldn’t wait to see Ron make a fool of himself.
When nothing happens after five seconds, he would ridicule this idiot mercilessly.
“Three!” Ron ignored everyone’s expressions and continued counting down calmly.
“Two!” “One!” The moment Ron’s voice fell, the world suddenly dimmed.
Looking up at the sky, the once radiant sun developed a gap, as if a gigantic beast had opened its bloody mouth to devour the blazing sun hanging high in the sky.
When the blazing sun loses its light… Recalling the prophecy poem Ron had just spoken, an indescribable fear instantly crept into everyone’s hearts.
Looking at Ron again, that quiet figure standing still seemed unmoved even as eternal darkness descended!
Second chapter, five thousand words delivered.
Today’s update is eight thousand words.
I originally wanted to split this chapter, since it’s too long, but… breaking it would be immoral, I hope I can remember that.