The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"Perhaps she is right."

Ning Feng raised his hand to wipe the still-damp sweat from his forehead, then shook his head self-deprecatingly:

"There might really be something wrong with my brain."

I am abnormal.

Ning Feng had always been aware of this.

He was unmoved by death and had very little emotional capacity.

However, he had always been on the move, driven forward by death and the sense of responsibility on his shoulders.

As the crowd behind him grew larger and larger, and as more and more people's eyes were drawn to his back, he was changed.

Ning Feng, this emotionless being, began to change, began to... change in the direction they expected.

A great leader, an all-knowing prophet, a miracle worker who can always find a solution...

Ning Feng was deified and changed by the people behind him.

It wasn't like that at the beginning. That group of people just hoped that Ning Feng could help them survive and escape from the endless pursuit.

That was very difficult, practically impossible for a group of unarmed runaway slaves.

But Ning Feng did it.

He led his hundred-plus men through the harshest and most terrifying forest, leaving their pursuers behind.

Later, more people hoped that Ning Feng could lead them to wealth, clothes to cover their bodies, and enough weapons to fight.

He did it.

He found a forgotten secret chamber in an abandoned castle, from which he obtained a fortune and purchased everything he needed.

Later, their expectations became more numerous, more difficult, and more impossible to achieve, truly like making a wish.

But... when he actually did what they expected, the feedback to his followers was even more shocking.

They had never seen a god walk on the ground, but before their eyes was a living miracle!

Therefore, they craved more.

Ning Feng also noticed those things, but he did not refuse.

Because he can do it.

Even if those expectations seem difficult or unbelievable, the cost is only a few lives, and the right path can always be found.

He wouldn't mind dying a few more times, it's just a matter of life and death.

But these expectations placed upon him still had an impact; aside from the direction he was heading, he had no time or energy to think about anything else.

Keep going, keep going, keep going.

Going back is never an option.

Ning Feng trampled death underfoot, walking ahead of everyone else, exchanging his own death for theirs.

Now, he has to stop.

Because he can't die.

What does it mean if a train that only knows how to move forward is forcibly braked and told that it can no longer continue?

This means it will lose its reason for existence.

It was scrapped.

But the train, unwilling to be scrapped, could not stop and continued to move forward out of control.

The train doesn't cry out or try to save itself, but fortunately, Ning Feng will still struggle.

However, although they managed to brake from the brink of collapse, they could easily fall back down again.

What's next? What should we do then?

"Sir, you're here."

Who?

The voice behind him made Ning Feng slowly raise his head, and he saw the old man who had walked up behind him.

“...Turs”.

Chapter 490 What stands before us has never been a god.

"Is that Turs?"

His voice was hoarse and unlike his own. Ning Feng looked wearily at his original follower, who had been standing behind him from the very beginning.

“It is I, sir.”

Turs paused for a moment when he saw Ning Feng's state, then smiled kindly and bent down to extend his right hand to Ning Feng:

"My lord... you don't look well. Has something happened?"

what's going on?

Ning Feng raised his hand and, with the help of Turs, stood up from the ground, catching his breath.

No, nothing happened.

Nothing happened.

Yes, there's nothing there...

Shaking his head, Ning Feng released the old man's hand and turned to leave.

But his hand was grabbed, and he instinctively turned around to look.

"grown ups!"

Turning around, Ning Feng saw an unexpected sight.

The old man's expression had lost its usual kind and gentle quality; it had become unusually serious and earnest as he stared intently at Ning Feng's still slightly trembling eyes.

"Please tell me what happened."

"........."

Once he was certain that Ning Feng would not escape, Turs released his grip and bowed deeply to him.

"Sir, please don't shoulder everything alone."

“We are your followers. I think you don’t have to bear all the pressure alone. You can actually rely on us more.”

The old man sat up and gazed into the prophet's eyes, seeing only confusion.

But Tulls did not hesitate; instead, he became even more serious than before and spoke in a deep voice:

"Please trust us more."

"So, can you tell me what happened?"

Under the silent gaze, Ning Feng felt the strength supporting him gradually slipping away, his shoulders drooping involuntarily, and he sighed.

Should we really tell them?

Can I tell them?

Should I tell them the truth?

If they knew the truth, would they choose to leave?

"……Ha ha."

Hahaha.

Leave.

I can't believe I'm even thinking about these things.

That's really strange!

Shaking aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Ning Feng shook his head with a wry smile at Turs and said softly:

"I can't see it anymore."

We can't see any glimpses of the future, and we can't find any possibility.

So said the prophet, who was all-knowing in the eyes of the world.

他 说:

"I can't see a future."

……

……

After explaining the current situation, Ning Feng suddenly felt as if he had broken free of invisible shackles.

Feeling a sense of ease in his soul, he laughed self-deprecatingly:

"Not only that, I am actually not the prophet you expect me to be."

"I am nothing more than an abnormal person who has no human emotions and craves death."

Having gained two years of experience, Ning Feng had enough knowledge to know what others would call someone like him.

Chosen One, Divine Child, God's Chosen...

But none of these apply to him. No deity has given him any divine revelation or oracle, nor has any deity ever intervened.

Therefore, there is another name that suits him even better...

monster.

"I am a monster."

Ning Feng, having cast aside his shackles, said this with a relaxed smile.

"Therefore, I can no longer guide you."

The leader who guides mortals to escape the monster is himself the greatest monster.