Deep in space, a spaceship was gliding silently.
The lights in the cabin were bright, and the display screen in the corner of the living room emitted a faint blue glow.
Kafka stepped in her high heels, walking unhurriedly toward the coffee machine.
Silver Wolf was lying on the sofa, her fair feet swinging back and forth, her head resting on the armrest, and her legs draped over the backrest.
Her long silver hair was spread across the sofa cushion, the tips brushing the floor, sliding slowly with her slight body movements.
She clutched a game console in her hands, its screen flickering with light and shadow.
Kafka picked up a cup and pressed the button on the coffee machine; the machine emitted a low hum.
Silver Wolf lifted her eyelids slightly, not stopping her game, and asked casually.
“Is the script about to begin?”
Kafka smiled slightly, a smile that seemed to have foreseen everything.
“Mm, soon.”
She paused, turning her head to glance at Silver Wolf.
“What, do you want to join in too?”
Silver Wolf rolled her eyes, her hands not stopping their operation.
“This script doesn’t include me.
At most, I’ll do some support work, run errands, or something.”
Hearing this, Kafka set down her cup and walked toward the sofa, her high heels making a “clack-clack-clack” sound.
Before Silver Wolf could react, a hand landed on top of her head and gently ruffled her hair.
“Alright, don’t be sad.
There will be plenty of scripts later that require your participation.”
Silver Wolf’s face flushed slightly, and she slapped Kafka’s hand away.
“Don’t touch my head, I’m not sad.”
Kafka raised an eyebrow, the smile on her lips deepening.
“Is that so?
Then who was crying and making a scene after their account got fully banned?”
Silver Wolf’s face turned even redder, but this time it was clearly out of agitation.
“I’ll say it again, I did not cry or make a scene.”
“Alright, alright, you didn’t.” Kafka smiled and walked back to the coffee machine, picked up the coffee that had finished brewing, and blew on it gently.
Silver Wolf huffed and refocused her attention on the game console.
On the screen, her character was being chased all over the map by five people from the opposing team.
“I give up, can you bunch of geniuses stop feeding?”
She cursed while operating, her fingers clattering rapidly on the buttons.
“No matter how fast I kill, I can’t keep up with you feeding.
Are you spies sent by the other side?”
Kafka held her coffee cup, leaning against the bar counter, watching Silver Wolf’s flustered state, and smiled softly.
Silver Wolf’s gameplay was indeed sharp; she had secured eight kills on her own, but she couldn’t compensate for her teammates feeding even faster.
The red defeat notification finally popped up on the screen.
“I’m really done, a bunch of geniuses I can’t carry.”
Silver Wolf was so angry she tossed the game console onto the sofa, flipped over, and stared up at the ceiling, her feet kicking against the sofa armrest.
Kafka carried her coffee, walking unhurriedly toward her room.
“Play less games, it’s bad for your health.”
“Got it, got it.”
Silver Wolf responded perfunctorily.
Once Kafka’s door closed, she slowly sat up and picked up the phone nearby.
I’d better read some novels instead.”
She opened the Fandian Novel App and scrolled through the rankings out of boredom.
She had basically skimmed through all the new books this month, and there was nothing impressive.
She had also read most of the older books on the charts; they were either repetitive tropes or had writing so bad it discouraged further reading.
There were very few worth reading.
“Why is there not a single decent book…”
As she complained, her peripheral vision caught a strange book title at the bottom of the Potential New Book chart.
“Huh?”
Silver Wolf’s finger paused.
She looked closely—17th place on the Potential New Book chart, the strange path of destiny”, author: WasteDog GoldRepair.
“What kind of crazy name is this?”
Silver Wolf grumbled, but clicked on it anyway.
The synopsis wasn’t long.
She glanced at it, and her originally indifferent expression slowly changed.
“Wait…
this premise is actually interesting.”
Silver Wolf became interested.
“A rarity, let me have a taste.”
She opened the first chapter, leaned back on the sofa, and shifted into a comfortable position.
Huo Wang raised the…
in his hand.
…
“Daoist Master, I have attained enlightenment!
Hahahaha!”
Seat of Divine Foresight.
Jing Yuan leaned back in his chair, holding a jade abacus in his hand.
He was originally just curious about what that foxian who had suddenly appeared was doing.
After checking, he discovered she was writing a novel, so he found this the strange path of destiny” that had just been written not long ago.
And then he couldn’t stop.
This feeling of sanity being eroded little by little—
Jing Yuan put down the jade abacus and rubbed his temples.
He was getting old; he couldn’t handle such crazy stuff.
“It seems this little foxian has quite a talent for writing novels; even I got hooked.”
He muttered to himself, suddenly feeling something was not quite right.
“But why does it feel like the protagonist of this novel is like a Mara-Struck?”
That sense of sanity crumbling, self-doubt, and inability to distinguish reality from illusion was practically writing the daily life of a Mara-Struck patient.
Jing Yuan was silent for a moment, just about to continue reading—
“General, you are slacking off again.”
Jing Yuan’s hand shook, and the jade abacus almost flew out.
He looked up to see Fu Xuan already standing in front of the desk, arms crossed, looking at him with an unfriendly expression.
Jing Yuan coughed and calmly put the jade abacus aside.
“Master Diviner, you are mistaken; I am not slacking off.”
“Oh?” Fu Xuan raised an eyebrow.
“I am monitoring a variable,” Jing Yuan said solemnly.
“The foxian who suddenly appeared at the Seat of Divine Foresight is the variable you mentioned.
She is writing a novel online, and I am checking what she has written.”
“General, is your method of monitoring variables by reading the novels she writes?”
“Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.”
Fu Xuan took a deep breath, deciding not to waste time on this matter.
“General, I have come for a serious matter.”
Seeing her serious expression, Jing Yuan also put away his joking demeanor.
“What is it?”
“The Matrix of Prescience indicates that the Luofu is about to face a great calamity.”
Jing Yuan’s expression changed slightly.
“Is it true?”
“Would I lie to you?” Fu Xuan said testily.
Jing Yuan was silent for a moment, tapping his fingers lightly on the tabletop.
“Can you see clearly what the specific calamity is?”
Fu Xuan shook her head.
“I can only see that it is related to the Ambrosial Arbor.
The rest…
is obscured by something; I cannot see it clearly.”
“The Ambrosial Arbor…”
Jing Yuan repeated the two words, his brows furrowing even tighter.
He was silent for a long while, and a scene suddenly flashed in his mind—the little foxian wearing a maid outfit, curled up on the floor of the Seat of Divine Foresight, her tail puffed up into a ball of fur, her eyes filled with bewilderment.
“Could all of this be related to you?”
Jing Yuan muttered to himself, his voice so low that only he could hear it.
“General?” Fu Xuan did not hear clearly.
“It is nothing.” Jing Yuan snapped back to reality and waved his hand.
“I will have people keep an eye on the Ambrosial Arbor.
Master Diviner, thank you for your hard work; go back and rest.”
Fu Xuan gave him a suspicious look, but did not ask further and turned to leave.
When she reached the door, she suddenly stopped.
“General.”
“Hm?”
“What is the name of that novel?”
Jing Yuan was stunned for a moment.
“Do you want to read it too?”
“I just want to know in order to investigate that variable.”
Jing Yuan smiled.
“the strange path of destiny”.”
Fu Xuan silently repeated the name and pushed the door open to leave.
Jing Yuan picked up the jade abacus again, but did not open the novel immediately.
He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling in a trance.
The Ambrosial Arbor.
A great calamity.
And that little foxian who suddenly appeared.
Sigh, what a troubled time it is.
Jing Yuan sighed and reopened the strange path of destiny”.