If she could not figure it out, she would not think about it.
That was Su Yao's personality.
Anyway, things could not get any worse.
The old man on the other side also did not care about anything. He was too old after all. After realizing the failure of his life, it was as if he had lost the last bit of his spirit.
Now, he just wanted to die quietly.
But —
He could not do it.
The instruments in this room, and even all the machines on his body, were firmly controlling all the changes that happened to him.
So, the light was turned on.
The black shadow appeared beside him again.
"What did you see?"
The old man did not answer. It was as if he had fallen asleep.
"You may be in despair, but think about your life. Just as you said before, if you give up, what is the meaning of your life?" The black shadow's tone had a trace of emotion that should not have appeared.
No matter who it was, as long as they still had emotions, they would not be indifferent to the end of the world, their own death, and the extinction of humanity.
In the end, the old man opened his eyes.
"You think too highly of me." There was obvious self-deprecation in his voice. "The Prophet is indeed the only variable that can change fate. However, the Prophet is unable to control the direction in which he changes fate. In the end, the only change I have made to fate in this life is from the enslavement of mankind to the complete destruction of mankind."
"Why don't you struggle?" The black shadow's emotions were growing. "If you give up now, not only your life, but the lives of countless people will be wasted!"
The old man turned his head and looked at him.
This was probably the first time he looked at his only companion like this.
Was this the third generation or the fourth generation?
He could not tell.
However, it was obvious that this was a young man.
"Is this your idea, or is this the idea of 'those people'?" The old man asked softly.
"…" The black shadow was silent for a moment.
"Giving up is not my idea."
The old man turned his head again. The first black shadow flashed in his mind. The black shadow after that, and the black shadow after that, he could not tell if it had changed or not.
He sighed faintly.
"I have spent my life trying to change the fate of humanity. However, just when I thought we were about to succeed, fate suddenly slid into an even crueler abyss. This does not only mean that I have failed, but it also means that we have an enemy, an enemy that we cannot defeat … Do you remember why I am here?"
This was probably the most the old man had spoken in the past few days.
The black figure's spirit was lifted.
Although he didn't know why the old man suddenly had the desire to speak.
But this was an opportunity.
His mind quickly went through the old man's file.
"Because you want to change a woman's fate," the black shadow said.
"Yes, for love." The old man's gaze seemed to have returned to the distant past.
Losing his freedom was his own decision. At that time, he thought it was worth it.
But … the current him couldn't even recall that woman's appearance.
It was one of the few memories he could recall in his life.
After a long while, the old man spoke again.
"I wanted to change her fate without paying any price, I wanted to grow old with her … However, I made countless attempts and devised countless plans, but none of them succeeded — because there was an enemy that I could not defeat with my strength."
There were some changes in the black shadow's heart.
There was nothing written in the file.
However, it was imaginable.
If it wasn't for the fact that he had no other choice, he wouldn't have to pay the price of his freedom.
As for that enemy, it was written in the file.
He was a tycoon.
At that time, the largest corporation on the planet had grasped the new energy technology and was about to start a third war.
It was a force that could make ordinary people feel despair.
Therefore, facing such an enemy, the old man had thought of everything and made countless plans, but he couldn't find a perfect future. Under such circumstances, in the end, he could only expose himself and use his ultimate trump card — a hundred years later, all humans would be stripped of their consciousness by an unknown force.
It was a scene like the end of the world.
What happened after that was the establishment of the Supreme Federation, the destruction of the tycoon, the stopped war … The old man before him changed the fate of humans with his own strength, and also changed the fate of that young girl.
It was a legend, an epic love story, a turning point in the fate of all humans.
But the black figure knew.
When the old man said that, he only emphasized the last word — enemy.
His throat couldn't help but swallow.
"Only a prophet can change fate," the old man said again. However, there was a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth. "That's why you controlled every bit of my influence on fate, wanting to completely control it. However, a prophet also has an enemy that he can't defeat. My life is the best proof. I used my freedom as the price to ask you to defeat the enemy. As for you, what price will you pay? Who will you ask to defeat this enemy that you can't defeat? "
The old man's words seemed to emit a suffocating chill.
Even the beating of the heart seemed to freeze.
The black figure finally understood.
Why was there no movement after he sent that terrifying message up there last time?
The chance for humans to struggle against fate was given by the prophet before him.
However, this chance was declared a failure the moment fate changed towards the abyss.
That was all.
In the room next door, the black figure's body was limp on the ground.
In a century, the Supreme Federation relied on the prophet's prophecies again and again, carefully making one choice after another. These were their efforts, their struggles. They had been struggling for a century for their own fate, but these struggles were just like the prophet's struggles back then, unable to change the final result.
Until recently.
They finally changed the result.
However, this changed.
In exchange, they received a fate that was crueler and more merciless.
Giving up now was not a lack of courage, but a failure after struggling with all their might.
So …
Was this it?
The black figure's face was pale, and his fists were clenched.
He told himself.
The Supreme Federation's meeting had been given up. After a century of hard work, generation after generation, they still failed.
What could he do?
However …
He was unwilling.
They had struggled and tried, so they could accept failure.
However, he hadn't struggled or tried. He had only accepted this position for a few years, and he had to give up just like that?
"I've already understood what you've said." The black figure looked at the old man again. "However, I still want to know, what did you see just now?"
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