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Chapter 230, Page 229: Countdown to Destruction - Ten Months

In the living room, wisps of incense smoke rose, adding weight to the pervasive silence.

"—Seria, what do you think?"

Gu Yuan snapped out of his reverie and turned to look at the elf beside him.

His doubts remained—the magic of foreseeing the future was indeed precious, but to have it delivered to him so easily made him feel somewhat uneasy.

What exactly is this so-called "Black Tide"? And why is it that only the power of monks can provide immunity to it?

Is it some kind of unknown demonic magic, or—a more troublesome monster?

A jumble of thoughts kept swirling in Gu Yuan's mind.

Upon hearing the question, Celia lifted her fingers from the rim of the teacup, her thoughts drifting away.

She coughed lightly, finally remembering the information about the "Vesagon" tribe. Looking at Isara, who stood before her in a humble posture, her tone returned to its usual calm: "This child—shouldn't be lying."

Celia said firmly, "Leaving aside whether she has the guts to lie to us, is this plea a trap for you?"

"The very fact that the Vesagon tribe possesses precognitive magic is itself a closely guarded secret."

"If she can say that, her identity must be genuine."

Her golden eyes met Isara's, and she cut straight to the heart of the matter: "How long until the prophesied catastrophe occurs?"

Isara abruptly looked up: "Within a year!"

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, her voice tightened abruptly, "No—it took me almost two months to get here from the tribe—"

"So, at most, there are ten months left!"

"Ten months————"

Celia repeated the number in a low voice, her eyes becoming serious at a visible speed.

She slightly clenched her fingers, looked at Gu Yuan, and said in an unprecedentedly serious tone: "What do you think? If the Southern Continent really suffers a disaster of that scale, the Central Continent will definitely not be able to remain unscathed."

"If the black tide can engulf the south, it's only a matter of time before it crosses the sea."

Gu Yuan nodded slowly; he certainly understood this principle.

Only ten months—that's far too short a timeframe.

He was unaware of the effects of tides, nor of their origins.

His power is enough to shatter any physical entity, but the abstract existence of "tides" is like fighting against invisible air or the entire ocean.

Gu Yuan suppressed his turbulent thoughts, trying to find more clues. His gaze returned to Isara, and his voice softened as he tried to soothe her tension: "Regarding the Tide, is there any other more specific information? For example, the signs of its appearance, or its lethal characteristics?"

Just then, a thought flashed through Gu Yuan's mind, recalling information from the original story. He turned to Celia and asked, "By the way, Celia, do you currently possess a spell called 'Precognitive Dream'?"

Upon hearing those three words, Celia's seated body stiffened slightly.

A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes: "How did you know?!"

Her surprise seemed genuine. "I've only had this magic for less than two years, and I haven't fully mastered it yet. I haven't even told my disciples about it!"

In an instant, several thoughts flashed through her mind—could Gu Yuan also foresee the future?

There's always a feeling of being completely exposed.

How many more secrets does he actually know about himself?

Gu Yuan remained unfazed, casually brushing it off with a pre-prepared excuse: "You told me when you were talking in your sleep."

But in his heart he thought that this was naturally due to his foresight regarding the original plot.

He knew that "precognitive dreams" were the only precognitive magic Celia possessed, allowing her to experience the future in dreams, and in the original story, she had foreseen her death.

Although the story was interrupted before it got there.

The more important question now is whether this magic can uncover more information?

Gu Yuan couldn't help but fall into deep thought once again.

"I...I remember now!"

At this moment, Isara seemed to have finally found a crucial clue from the depths of her memory.

boom!

She slammed her hand on the table in excitement, the sudden sound snapping everyone back to reality. She excitedly told Gu Yuan, "The prophet mentioned in his prophecy that there are two key figures who can resolve this crisis!"

She looked eagerly at Gu Yuan, a spark of hope rekindling in her eyes: "Besides you, Hero, there is another one, who seems to be an elf, and should also be a monk!"

"Unfortunately, the traces of elves are too difficult to find, and the visions we have foreseen are incomplete, lacking specific appearances and names. That is why we have chosen the more powerful you as our primary target for assistance."

"Elf—Monk—"

Upon hearing these two words, Gu Yuan immediately pictured Kraft in his mind, a strong sense of déjà vu washing over him.

When it comes to someone who can resolve a crisis on an entire continent and is willing to risk everything to help others, this is the only one among the elven monks.

Gu Yuan suddenly understood: "So that's how it is."

Isara asked expectantly, "Hero, is this information useful?"

Gu Yuan bluntly stated: "Completely useless."

The hope on Isara's face instantly faded.

But then he changed the subject, his tone softening: "However, it at least gave me a clear direction; I know where to start."

Isara breathed a long sigh of relief.

She once again held up the book containing the magic of predicting the future with both hands and respectfully handed it to Gu Yuan.

Gu Yuan glanced at the antique book, exchanged a knowing look with Celia, and then accepted it without further hesitation.

He himself has little interest in predicting the future, believing that knowing everything about the future would deprive life of too much of the joy of the unknown.

But this magic book is undoubtedly of great value and can be given to those who need it to study.

He also recalled that the "Vesagon" tribe in the original work seemed to have been wiped out a thousand years later, and even Seria had not recorded their inherited magic.

Having it now at least makes up for this deficiency.

As for how to deal with this crisis, Gu Yuan already had a preliminary plan in mind.

He got up and called to the waiting maid, asking her to take the almost exhausted Isara away to settle her down and rest.

He then said to Celia, who was still sitting there with a slight frown, "If you can use the 'precognition' magic, try your best to see if you can capture any fragments related to the tides."

Even the slightest clue is better than blindly guessing right now.

Although he knew this magic was somewhat flawed and not entirely reliable, any possible way to obtain information was worth trying at the moment.

Celia nodded, her face showing a thoughtful and weighing expression, indicating that she would do her best.

After finishing their conversation in the living room, Gu Yuan went into the study alone.

He closed the door, isolating himself from the outside world. With a slight thought, a clone identical to his original body quietly solidified and then left the manor, heading swiftly towards the "Lehasoldel" merchant guild.

If his intelligence was correct, the Chamber of Commerce also established contact with Kraft while publicizing its own achievements.

They should still have their contact information.