Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2809 The Thirteenth Day Talk (Sixty-One)

So you finally understand?

I've experienced timeline issues firsthand for a long time.

The prophet's tone grew increasingly somber, almost uttering each word carefully, his expression as solemn as if he were proclaiming the heliocentric theory.

However, the specific content is really lacking in novelty for us.

Only two core messages can truly be extracted. First, by the time I finished writing the second sentence, another day had already passed.

The characters in the second sanatorium were truly oblivious to the timeline that was practically at the edge of a black hole.

I don't understand what you mean.

However, some people were even slower to realize it. At that moment, Servais frowned and even admitted his shortcomings.

"That's why I think the intruder is the hope. You've been immersed in this place for too long and have become dulled."

Seemingly anticipating this reaction, the Precursor let out a series of cold laughs and pointed at the two latest posts.

"The reason these two sentences can coexist is simple: they were both true at the time they were written."

"However, a whole day has passed in the time it took to write just two sentences. Didn't you think that something was amiss?"

……

As expected, there was a backup plan; they didn't expect to win this round completely with just a self-contradictory statement.

When Selvis remained silent, Fu Qian's thoughts were confirmed.

He just asked what the date is today, and that's exactly what he meant.

Writing these two sentences together doesn't necessarily mean there's a problem with the notes.

In certain extremely rare circumstances, it is still possible for this to be true.

As we all know, right and wrong are also time-limited.

When Fu Qian first flipped through the Abyss Notes, he realized a problem: the contents were far too unserious.

"Rael doesn't really have feelings for me"—this diary-style writing, clearly reflecting a highly time-sensitive nature, is openly and brazenly displayed.

Not to mention descriptions of age, which are things that change steadily over time.

Therefore, the only explanation is that, regardless of whether it is the Abyss or the True Word Notebook, the judgment is based solely on the circumstances at the moment it was written.

If it's wrong, it disappears; if it's over, it remains, and it won't be re-evaluated over time.

This is its operating mechanism.

The specifics are quite simple here. When Brother Buyi was on the 54th, he did not believe in the prophecy of the oracle.

But the next day he changed his mind and suddenly felt it was true.

Even for Servais, figuring this out shouldn't be too difficult.

After all, it's commonplace for undercover agents to be turned against their own side.

Does Bu Yiren truly always steadfastly carry out his will? Is there not even a moment when he experiences inner struggle?

At least in the initial encounters, Fu Qian felt that this character's arc was somewhat complex.

And those who foresee this seem to have grasped this point and are using it in turn.

If self-contradiction is not the main point, what specific effect does the forerunner want to achieve?
"Time here is decadent, and I've finally realized this as I keep glimpsing the future!"

As expected, the forerunner pointed at the light above his head, his cold laugh suggesting he was about to overturn the entire world.

"It's not objective; on the contrary, it's like a parasite of will, and therefore susceptible to the latter's interference—so now you realize how absurd it is that we've been in here for two whole days?"

……

Indeed, breaking through the barrier of preconceived notions, he truly has the air of a prophet.

The sheer darkness on Servis's face revealed the ferocity of the Precursor's offensive.

But for Fu Qian, the latter interpretation is more appealing. As mentioned earlier, the people in the nursing home have a unique sense of time.

On the one hand, they have an unreasonable biological clock, and they don't even need a calendar. They can accurately determine what day it is as soon as they open their eyes.

On the other hand, they have an extremely high tolerance for things like yawning and then a few days passing by, so they don't find it strange at all.

At this moment, the forerunner seems to be the first to peek out from the nutrient tank and realize the absurdity of this situation.

Even the metaphor is quite apt: time becomes a parasite of will, and is therefore easily disturbed.

One can only say that his willingness to go to the meeting alone shows he has some skill.

“I never thought of rejecting this notebook, and I won’t get entangled with you over such trivial matters.”

At this very moment, a fatal blow is clearly brewing.

"I just want to ask you a question. Since I'm in a higher position than you in terms of time, why am I not the one who can see further?"

He casually tossed the pen aside, then stroked the Mantra Notebook, looking at Servais calmly and resolutely.

"Was it really you who was cooperating with me the whole time?"

……

It really is about destroying someone's spirit; that's the right approach.

It's common knowledge that it's rare to have a complete victory in verbal sparring, especially in situations like this where you can create a nested narrative.

Do you think the prophecies I wrote down will come true because you secretly cooperated? You even want to use this to refute me?

Is it possible that your covert cooperation was also part of the prophecy? I've always known this, and I was prepared to tell you on this day?

The meaning of "omen" is quite simple, and it has a certain power to strike at the heart.

But as mentioned before, even if this thing temporarily gains the upper hand, the other party can still be stubborn.

Faced with such a difficult problem, the forerunner actually found a breakthrough.

I do not deny the truth notes, but I deny time itself.

If even time is no longer reliable, what's so strange about a prophet?
This is a true example of a superior, dimensional-reducing attack.

"I understand, so I'm very curious... what exactly is being judged on Judgment Day?"

In such a time of crisis, it seems that it is time for us, as theoretical allies, to step in.

Seeing that Selvis was speechless, Fu Qian decisively spoke up and took over one of the previous questions.

"Or is five days too long, and we can't predict that time?"

Amidst the unanimous stares, Fu Qian continued to add to the list.

"You know perfectly well that this will hasten the trial, yet you still want to know?"

The oracle's response was full of mystery.

"Yes, I'm very curious... Also, the attending physician asked me about it earlier."

Fu Qian nodded, even bringing up Selvis as well.

No, I didn't.

The latter, who had remained silent until now, had a truly remarkable expression at that moment.

The question was indeed asked, but it's clear that the idea of ​​a trial still instinctively puts people on their guard.

According to the principles of prophecy, one might try it and die, directly leading to Judgment Day.

"Judgment Day is a real day."

Unfortunately, Fu Qian did not give him a chance to retract his statement. He turned back to the previous page of his notebook and pointed to the sentence he had written.

"If you can't predict its contents, does that mean your ability is fake? It's just that the attending physician's cooperation gave you an illusion."