Mind reading saves the whole family; I'm firmly in the role of a charlatan.

Chapter 485 It turns out to be you!

Du Anrao's expression changed drastically: "You mean, all these things were caused by the Heavenly Dao? No, what's its purpose? No, that's not the point, the point is..."

During this time, in order to protect her family and prevent some poor people from being harmed by strange and malicious people, she caused the deaths of so many chosen ones...

No wonder that thing called her an oddball; she, being an oddball herself, must have offended it quite a bit.

However, she has no regrets.

A cold glint flashed in Du Anrao's eyes. Wasn't this the way of Heaven forcing people to defy fate and change their destiny?
Having raised this child for over ten years, Du Anrao knew what the child was thinking the moment he looked up.

"Now you're scared, but it's too late. Haven't you ever thought about why so many things popped into your head the moment you stepped off the mountain?"

Du Anrao was stunned, then seemed to realize something, and said with a mournful expression, "So, it turns out I was also part of your play?"

Master: "...Be serious, we're talking about important matters!"

So, what exactly happened?

The person opposite remained silent for a long time before finally coming up with a simple and easy-to-understand explanation: "You can think of it as the company being in turmoil. The original boss was caught off guard and tripped up, his position became unstable, and he was temporarily sidelined. The new boss who was parachuted in is ambitious and has come up with a series of new measures, which have made the subordinates feel half dead. The company is in danger of collapsing at any time."

Du Anrao: "..." This metaphor is indeed both abstract and easy to understand.

"You mean there are two Heavenly Daos now, one is the old Heavenly Dao, which was relatively normal in the past, and the other is the new Heavenly Dao, which has written countless scripts in my library and manipulates everyone. It doesn't seem normal and its values ​​are very distorted. The one that is affecting Wen Xia Nuan now is the new Heavenly Dao. It is forcing everyone to follow the plot it has arranged in advance."

“That’s one way to understand it.” The old woman gazed at Du Anrao, her eyes filled with complex emotions that Du Anrao couldn’t decipher.

"As the saying goes, without rules, nothing can be accomplished. The so-called Way of Heaven is the rule for all things in this world. This rule has existed for a long time, teaching people good and evil, beauty and ugliness, yin and yang, existence and non-existence. It seems ethereal, yet it is everywhere. Logically speaking, the order of the Way of Heaven emphasizes that all things have a spirit and follow the natural way, and it will not easily interfere with the various things in this world. But now, because of its appearance, everything is different."

This is similar to something that was originally just a mascot suddenly acquiring abilities and methods that don't quite match its attributes, thus disrupting the balance between all things in the world.

"You recently experienced firsthand just how destructive a brat can be, so you probably know better than anyone else. Right now, it's like a reckless brat who's not being controlled by adults. It sees the world as its own, molding and shaping it according to its own whims. Fortunately, compared to the previous Heavenly Dao, it's still inexperienced and lacks the wings to grow. It's bound by the rules of the previous Heavenly Dao and can't gain more fortune to truly do whatever it wants. That's the origin of the library in your mind."

Du Anrao had a flash of inspiration and immediately grasped the key point: "It wants to use these to seize the fortune?"

"That's right, you've probably noticed too. Many of the male and female protagonists in the book are... well, not very human. They're all tools it carefully selected to steal the luck of others. And those unfortunate ones whose luck is stolen..."

Du Anrao's eyes flickered slightly: "They're supporting characters, cannon fodder!"

No wonder... no wonder she always felt that the books in the library were strange. They were clearly about selfish and immoral acts, yet they were praised as timeless tales and role models for all time, as if normal people were the odd ones out. It was truly terrifying to think about.

Even those who are chosen as protagonists, like my fourth aunt's cousin and his wife, are destined to suffer physical and mental abuse. They can't even guarantee the health of their own children. They are worse off than background cannon fodder. How can one word describe their misery?
In the end, those so-called protagonists who thrive and rise to power by stepping on the blood and flesh of countless others are the cream of the crop, carefully selected from the garbage dump for their own use. On the contrary, those persecuted supporting characters and cannon fodder are the ones who truly possess great fortune and should have stood at the top of their respective industries, but instead, their luck and glory have been taken away, leaving them destitute and even losing their lives.

That's why they say it's not hooligans you're afraid of, it's hooligans with education that's scary. Man fighting against nature is like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, and then the other side pulls this stunt, it's like killing someone invisibly, who can withstand that?

Du Anrao gasped, suppressing his panic and worry, and said casually, "Master, how could you know so much? Could it be..."

"Stop thinking about those unnecessary things. Your master isn't as powerful as you think."

Du Anrao let out a long sigh, unsure whether it was relief or disappointment: "That's true. I, as your disciple, know your own capabilities, Master."

Master: "???" What does that mean? Are you looking down on your master? Oh dear, my temper is flaring up!

The master monk was struck on the heart by his disciple, but before he could retaliate, his spell was interrupted.

"Then why didn't you tell me before?"

The person opposite him was stunned, and said somewhat guiltily, "In order not to alert the enemy."

The Dao of Heaven roams between heaven and earth, omnipresent. Du Anrao is the chosen one. If he makes too much noise and is targeted by it, this high-stakes gamble with all things in the world as stakes will probably be lost before it even sits on the table.

Therefore, everything must be done gradually. All the arrangements before this moment were for this moment, including the library and the heartfelt words.

Du Anrao's eyes flickered, and he probably guessed their intentions.

"Does Wen Xia Nuan's current state mean... that it has already discovered it?"

"Yes. The script related to them is the last copy it arranged for this world."

The demise of the old often signifies the birth of the new, and so it is with the way of Heaven.

The best way to establish a new order is to overthrow the old one. But this new Heavenly Way, which has emerged from who knows where, is not planning to overthrow it, but to rebuild it.

"Without you, this would have been a dead end from the very beginning. Your parents, brothers and sisters, and you all died before the great calamity. Your third brother, as a key figure who could potentially influence the final outcome, would have been subjected to a brutal collective attack. It can be said that all the suffering your family has endured so far has originated from Heaven's fear and resistance towards him."

Du Anrao: "..." I was careless. I was wondering why God kept targeting our Du family. It turns out it's all because of you, Third Brother!

Du Yihan, who had just put on her protective suit and was about to go into the lab to work overtime, suddenly felt an itch in her nose and couldn't help but sneeze loudly, spraying her face with it.

"..."