I was probably already on the blacklist of the various kings, dukes, and tribe leaders. That was because every time I spoke, I would bring bad news and prophecies of misfortune.
Those who tried to refute me or mock me were all proven to be shallow by time and reality.
The prophecy of the Holy War, the prophecy of the Undead Calamity, the elves facing a demon wave … It was quite strange to call it a prophecy. I only made my judgment based on the information I obtained and then informed others so that they could be on guard.
But sometimes, people who spoke the truth were the most annoying. Some people refuted or angrily criticized the opinions of others, but it wasn't just because they had their own opinions or had sufficient evidence. Instead, it was simply because they hated that person, or that "prophecy" shattered their own expectations and affected their own interests.
That was why the majority of true prophets and fortune tellers could only choose between the gallows or the stake.
Although some people would probably regret not listening to the prophet's opinion at that time, and some might even try to punish the person who made such a ridiculous suggestion, what meaning would there be to the prophet and the calamity that had already occurred?
Actually, being able to make prophecies and provide information support was already the limit of what an individual could do. Even I felt that I was doing quite well. You couldn't expect me to fight to the death against a country or even a world-class calamity by myself.
Gathering information and planting seeds was normal. Revealing information when necessary, deceiving or inducing others to develop the situation in the direction I wanted was also normal. From a certain standpoint, I was fortunate.
Although Emperor Yongye had a terrible reputation, the prophecy of an infamous Demon King would always carry more weight than the prophecy of a nameless prophet.
My numerous prophecies had been ominous. At first, I didn't believe them, but then I became doubtful. Now, I was "that damned crow's mouth" and "let's hear who's the unlucky one this time."
My hard work wasn't in vain. Perhaps it was only the seemingly unimportant information support. Only I, who knew the game's history, knew how much had changed.
The early warning of the Holy War and the spying from the Chaos Abyss stopped the human countries from making trouble. The catastrophic human civil war in the game's history didn't occur.
Due to a combination of factors and my guidance, the Underground World's invasion was stopped right at the beginning. The entire Order Faction didn't suffer too many casualties before the Holy War, which was much better than the game's history.
As the Holy War progressed, more and more powerful enemies would appear, and the future would be impossible to see. All the leaders of the various countries would remember my previous prophecy.
Maybe they still won't like me, but at least they will listen to what I have to say.
The leaders of Bardi, the Mist Alliance, the Ottoman Empire, the wood spirits, the Mage Country, and so on had all signed this joint declaration. Cavendish and his companions had become public enemies of the entire world.
Benefits would lead to strife, and strife was also for benefits. What benefits did Cavendish have?
He wanted to open the Dimensional Door. In that case, the sealed Cycle of Reincarnation and the Holy War would become meaningless. The future of all life would become unknown. This sounded quite good, but the premise was that in the ancient era, Aichy had almost been destroyed by foreign invaders. Most propaganda and fairy tales would never mention what was "outside". If it was mentioned, it would involve the dangerous dimensional invaders that attempted to destroy the world.
However, as a spellcaster, reason and knowledge were the most fundamental weapons. It was meaningless to oppose for the sake of opposing.
We can assume there's something out there.
The most likely scenario would be the same as the ancient God Wars, where a group of hungry beasts were waiting for delicious food.
In that case, the entire mortal plane would suffer a calamity. If we could survive it, Aichy's sealed natural cycle would be broken, and our world would be filled with the existence of multiple universes. This would be a good thing for the entire world of Aichy. The sealed path of evolution would be reopened, and technology, magic, and civilization would all develop explosively.
If we couldn't survive it … Actually, just like in the Chaos Abyss, where demons had invaded the mortal plane, there would probably still be some original inhabitants that would survive. However, it was unknown what would happen to the mortal plane, whether they would become slaves or food.
But no matter if we could survive it or not, the powerless ordinary humans would likely suffer tremendous losses. Since the mortal plane had entered a natural cycle where the strong preyed on the weak, it was necessary to be prepared to be eliminated. I didn't know how many people would die in the mortal plane, but the ones who would die first and the most would definitely be the ones who didn't have the power or status to protect themselves.
Of course, it was also possible that the hungry beasts had already left, and there was nothing outside. That would be the equivalent of opening the door for nothing, and Cavendish would have done all this for nothing.
The dimensional walls were jointly sealed by the two Goddesses of Order and Chaos. Theoretically speaking, it would be impossible for the creatures of this world to leave … Don't ask me how Roland managed to leave, as he had done so many times in the past, far beyond the realm of theory.
However, my unreliable cheat told me that the mortal plane had been sealed in order to guard against the outside world. It would still be possible to leave, but it would be impossible to enter again.
If Cavendish had any information that could explain the situation outside, he would have shown it to me long ago in an attempt to convince me otherwise.
I couldn't understand how Cavendish's "noble" goal would be able to benefit his companions in this situation.
Yes, I was only referring to his allies and companions. I could understand Cavendish's goal, as his will would be unshakable. But what could he possibly give his subordinates and allies?
A ticket to travel to the end of the world? In my opinion, it would be a ticket to the end of the world.
A higher status and more money? Since the entire world could be destroyed, these things like status and money would become meaningless.
More power? This would be somewhat meaningful, but didn't most people pursue power in order to have a better life? Besides, would the power given to them by a Chaos Main God be able to help them survive the Armageddon?
What meaning would power have if they didn't have it?
I couldn't understand what Cavendish could possibly promise others. No matter what kind of alliance it was, the most important thing would be mutual benefits. But if an ally's benefits became "murdering" others, then this alliance would naturally become meaningless.
It could be said that ever since Cavendish revealed and announced his goal, he had become the entire world's enemy.
Ever since he learned of his goal, all of his allies had already betrayed him. "Sophocles the Deceiver" was carefully creating a fatal trap to kill him.
His subordinates were probably also wavering. Apart from a pure lunatic, I couldn't understand why anyone else would continue to follow him.
And since I was trying to make my position unclear, I had to stand against Roland, even if I had to kill my own kin.
"Is it worth it? Even if the entire world becomes his enemy, even if the entire world is destroyed, he still has to accomplish his goal? "
By the time we finished the meeting, everyone had grim expressions. It would seem that they now understood how dangerous Cavendish was.
When I mentioned that I needed a fortune teller to help me find Roland, the Truth Symposium leaders instantly agreed. Not only would they send out the best fortune tellers and prophets, but they would also use the Mage Country's God Equipment reserves and the Cloud Tower's mana ocean to uncover Cavendish and his scheme at all costs.
The fairies immediately agreed that tomorrow, next week, and even next month, all the headlines would be about this news. The entire world would learn of Cavendish's evil deeds.
Halent promised that the Dragons would pay close attention to this matter and pursue it to the end.
Of course, there was something even more tangible. No matter if it was the Dragons, mages, wood spirits, elves, or humans, all these proud and arrogant individuals promised me that as long as the situation was urgent, all I needed was a single notice, and they would seriously take action.
That didn't sound like much? This was completely different from the usual battles where one would simply be a bystander on the battlefield. This was a battle where one would have to risk their lives.
Normally, when Level 4 individuals from different countries fought, unless there was a special reason, as long as the difference in power wasn't too great, there would usually be no fatalities.
After living for so long, they were all old foxes. They would always hold something back even if it wasn't important. They wouldn't use forbidden spells, and they would only use powerful ultimate techniques. They would fight until their mana reserves reached more than half, and they would use up more than half of their items. Then, they would say their goodbyes and go home.
The most obvious and shameless example would probably be the previous battle between the Undead Emperors and the Truth Symposium. Both sides had top-level mages, and they had more than ten top-level mages fighting for almost half a year. Yet, there were no fatalities at all. No matter how beautiful the battle was, the fact that there were no corresponding fatalities or battle results was the best explanation.
But since the Undead Emperors' scheme had succeeded, there would be no future for them. This gave the Undead Emperors a reason to risk their lives. The power they could use would be immeasurable.
It could be said that I, who had originally been weak, now had countless people supporting me. Meanwhile, Cavendish, who had originally been strong, was gradually becoming a loner.
As I expected, the next morning, the Calamity Rankings were updated. Cavendish, who didn't have many combat achievements in the mortal plane, instantly skyrocketed to the top. He kicked aside the mega nightmare who had been at the top of the Calamity Rankings for more than half a year and directly reached the top.
But when I took a closer look at the Calamity Rankings, my mood became quite terrible.
"Didn't your ranking drop by one spot? Why are you so unhappy? Could it be that you want to reach the top of the Calamity Rankings? "
But, that wasn't the only thing that made me unhappy …
"It's fine if they insist that I'm dangerous and don't take me off the Calamity Rankings. It's fine if they don't discuss with me and give me a new title, but why does Cavendish have the title of 'Chaos Destroyer' as soon as he gets on the Calamity Rankings, while I have the strange titles of 'Calamity Harbinger of the Dark Night' and 'Calamity Bird of Death'? What's the meaning of these shameful titles?"
"What nonsense is this? This doesn't seem like a fairy's style. Let me see … Calamity Harbinger of the Dark Night, Calamity Bird of Death. Oh, I get it. The first part is' black, 'and the last part is' bird. 'This is calling you a jinx."
"What? These bastards! I'm going to tear down their newspaper right now. "
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