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Sylvia's uniqueness naturally left her with few friends, and even her roommates moved out quickly.

But she didn't care; in fact, she didn't have much in common with ordinary people.

Yes, the reason she is so unconventional is because she is not an ordinary person.

From a very young age, she discovered that she seemed to have a special ability: she could draw future events on paper.

The ability to predict the future is something many people dream of, right? But when this ability goes out of control, and one is unaware of or unable to restrain it, it becomes a nightmare.

Especially in Sylvia Forens' paintings, there are generally terrible and tragic futures.

She unintentionally drew scenes such as her maid breaking her leg, stray cats being shot to death nearby, large-scale fires, bank robberies, murders, and drug addicts dying from overdoses in dirty alleys.

The biggest blow to her, the painting that made her a strange person in the eyes of others, was her father being hit and killed by a car!

That day, she vehemently prevented her father from going out, and he had no choice but to stay home all day. Just when she thought she had changed the course of her terrible future, her father, who had just driven onto the road, was hit by a large truck…

She didn't change the future; she shaped it.

From then on, she lived in a pitiful state of "predetermined fate that could not be changed".

That day, while resting in her dormitory, she entered that state of unconsciousness again. When she came to, she had already finished several paintings. This situation of completing multiple paintings at once usually indicates a major event, but she was already used to it.

She lazily flipped through her paintings and saw a terrifying, smoke-like monster crawl out of the mirror, kill a girl, and then crawl into the girl's body through its mouth.

The second painting shows another girl angrily kicking and screaming through a door. Inside the door is the newly born, still-forming monster.

And in the third painting, she saw herself!

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Chapter 95 Monsters, Come Quickly!

Sylvia saw a horrible hand pierce through her chest. Although the color was indiscernible due to the pencil sketch, the dripping liquid was undoubtedly blood!

The fingers of that hand were thin and long, beyond the range of normal people, and had terrifying nails that were nearly ten centimeters long, as if they were the dried skeletal specimens of some kind of terrifying creature.

"I...I'm going to die!" Sylvia's pupils dilated, and she was plunged into despair as she faced death.

In her nearly ten years of "prophetic paintings" to date, she has guaranteed 100% accuracy. This includes the car accident that she tried so hard to prevent, but which inadvertently led to her father's death.

Her fear and submission to fate had reached its peak. This is why she wore outlandish clothes and smoky makeup, living like a freak. It was her final act of defiance against a cruel fate.

"Am I...am I going to die?" The fear gradually subsided, leaving only confusion in my mind.

What should I do in this final stretch of time of my life, the length of which is unknown?

Call your mom and apologize, telling her you've always loved her?

Did he write a will as a simple summary of his nineteen years of life?

Or you should leave the books you borrowed from the library on the table and wait for people to return them.

By this time, the fear of death had gradually subsided. Sylvia felt a mix of regret, helplessness, and resignation, as if she were facing the prospect of the cafeteria only serving mashed potatoes the next day.

She picked up the last painting and looked at it carefully; she noticed some details.

This is a recurring clue in her "prophetic paintings," and Sylvia once used many details in the paintings to locate the scene of an incident.

This time, in addition to the murderer whose hand is only visible, there is also a black man in the painting!

"This...this is that big guy?!"

Sylvia recognized the large black man in the painting. After all, Winston was one of the few black people in the school, and he was so tall and big that she could recognize him even from fifty meters away.

Therefore, he is quite recognizable. Regardless of his attitude, many people know that there is such a person in the college.

Why was this person so close when I was dying? He didn't seem afraid; instead, he was extremely angry. No, he was furious!

Because the painting was so exquisite and the details were so well rendered, the anger seemed to overflow from the paper.

Sylvia suddenly became curious: why was this tall black man nearby at the end, and why wasn't he afraid? The thing that killed her, possessing those terrifying claws, couldn't be human, could it?

The content appearing in multiple prophetic paintings usually refers to a single event.

In other words, the monster that crawled out of the mirror, took over the girl's body, and was separated from another Asian girl by a door was the murderer who killed her!

Sylvia recalled the previous prophetic paintings, which also depicted some impossible creatures!

"I have to go find this big guy. Even if it's... even if it's my last stand!"

Sylvia suddenly made up her mind. Since she was going to die anyway, she might as well make a final stand.

The painting doesn't mention what happened to the large black man; perhaps he's still alive.

In that case, I have to remind him!

……

At this moment, Zhao Hao was in his dormitory at school.

Zhao Hao originally didn't have a dormitory room, since they weren't cheap, and he figured he might as well go home to sleep every day and see Elena more often.

However, the new roommate Winston was indeed unpopular; within just two days, his white roommate had contacted the building manager and moved out. Although he hadn't shown any discriminatory attitude beforehand…

In this way, Zhao Hao could get a bedroom for free in the two-person dormitory. Since it was free, Zhao Hao would sometimes rest there.

Especially during the day, when the intervals between classes are sometimes very long, going home is impossible. With this bedroom, at least I don't have to waste time in the cafeteria or library.

On this day, Zhao Hao stayed at school because of a design assignment.

If he didn't want to cause a stir, he wouldn't be able to work out to his heart's content at the gym, so Zhao Hao didn't go and instead stayed in his bedroom watching TV.

Winston, on the other hand, went to the gym, and judging by his physique, he was a muscle giant.

Winston was very restrained; even when some troublemaking youths called him a "nigger" to his face, he wouldn't lay a hand on them.

He didn't want to cause trouble for his adoptive parents, so he restrained his anger from a young age.

However, self-control alone is not enough to protect oneself, so having a muscular physique is also a form of protection.

It's not just about the ability to take action in critical moments, but also about making many scumbags who only dare to bully the weak and the minority back down.

While Zhao Hao was watching TV, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

It shouldn't be Winston; he has the key.

Zhao Hao went to open the door, and was startled when it opened. "What are you doing in the middle of the night with such dark circles under your eyes and a clump of rotten straw on your head? Are you trying to play the vampire?"

Sylvia was right outside the door. Death was already on his way with his scythe, so naturally he had no time to care about his makeup.

In fact, it had already taken her more than ten minutes to find Winston's dorm room and get there.

This is all thanks to the fact that the college doesn't prohibit female students from coming to male dormitories.

"Where's Winston?" Sylvia asked quickly when she saw an Asian man open the door. She even peeked into the house while standing on tiptoe. Unfortunately, Zhao Hao's height and build completely blocked her view.

Zhao Hao, puzzled, replied, "Winston isn't here right now. What do you need him for?"

"Where is he then?"

"What do you need him for?" Zhao Hao asked again.

Less than a quarter of the people in this college probably hold an equal attitude towards Black people, so it's no wonder Zhao Hao is wary.

If Zhao Hao had mentioned that Winston was at the gym, and the woman had brought a dozen people to beat him up, he would have been in trouble.

"I need to speak with Winston!" Sylvia said urgently, adding, "It's very urgent!"

Zhao Hao found it even stranger. Winston hadn't had a single friend he could talk to in all these days!

Even those who don't discriminate against Black people worry about being isolated, so they don't dare get too close to Black people like Winston. People like Zhao Hao who are completely indifferent to social interaction are almost nonexistent.

Moreover, this girl's attire was so unusual that if she were placed in a park or on the street, she would easily be arrested by the police and taken to a detention center. If Winston knew such a person, he would not have left her unmentioned.

"So, girl, if it's urgent, you should speak up."

Sylvia was left with no other choice. Although her past experience told her that no one would believe her, she couldn't care less now. She would try one last time!

"Tell me where Winston is! He's in danger!"

Zhao Hao frowned, a deep frown forming between his brows: "Girl, if you don't mind, could you explain in more detail?"

Zhao Hao was surprised to see a pattern formed by spiritual energy above her head while she was speaking!

It was an easel and many paintbrushes!

This girl is actually a superhuman!

Zhao Hao subtly activated his demon-hunting senses, but then he didn't see any spiritual light on the girl.

This is actually normal. Often, without using psychic energy, there are no visible traces. Even the Bureau of Mystic Arts' psychic energy fluctuation detectors can only detect fluctuations of psychic energy that is currently in use or that was used in a short period of time previously.

Zhao Hao's mind raced: If it's a superhuman, this is no small matter! What do the drawing board and paintbrush represent? Is Winston really in danger?!

He felt it was better to believe it existed than not to believe it didn't.

“There’s… there’s a monster that’s threatening Winston. You need to find him quickly and make him hide!”

Contrary to Sylvia's expectations, Zhao Hao didn't question or ridicule her. Instead, he nodded and said, "Let's talk as we walk. Winston is in the gym downstairs... If you don't mind, could you describe that monster?"

"You...you believe what I say?!" Now it was Sylvia's turn to be surprised and incredulous.

Zhao Hao slammed the door shut and strode forward. "I believe you. So, can you tell me about that monster? What does it look like? How big is it?"

"I...I..." Sylvia could barely keep up with Zhao Hao's pace even when she was jogging, and she didn't know what to feel at that moment.

You actually believed that?

……

The two arrived at the gym, where Winston was doing squats, eight in a set of 140 kilograms, which was slightly less than Zhao Hao's usual training weight. However, among ordinary people, this was already an absolute pro.

For a regular weight class, to do that kind of weight without anyone around to provide protection is already incredibly impressive.

This is also why no one in the gym ever provokes Winston, because everyone knows that this tower can really kill someone!

Upon seeing Winston, both Zhao Hao and Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief.

Sylvia was even a little embarrassed. She had been so confident, as if Winston had been hunted down, but he was perfectly fine. It was as if she had deceived the boy.

For the first time in so many years, someone believed him without question, even his own father didn't quite believe him, and yet this happened.

At this moment, Sylvia even hoped that the monster in the painting would rush out quickly, so as to prove that she was not lying...