"Even if you know, what can you do?" The old man turned and looked at the black shadow.
There was no surprise in his eyes; after all, he had already seen the answer.
As such, there was no need for him to ask this question.
As such, he was not asking for himself.
He was asking for the black shadow.
Even if he knew the answer, what could he do?
The black figure swallowed his saliva. He was only a person in charge of passing down orders. He couldn't even take a single step out of this absolutely sealed room, let alone do anything.
"No matter what I do, it's better than doing nothing." The black shadow clenched his teeth, but he suddenly calmed down. "Even if failure is the inevitable outcome, I don't want to spend my last days in fear and emptiness."
That's right, rather than saying that he was struggling for hope, it was more like a subconscious struggle before death.
This included Su Yao, and everyone else who knew about this but did not give up.
The old man grinned.
The smile on his thin and withered face was definitely not a good-looking one.
However, in the black shadow's eyes, it was incredibly moving.
"I've struggled my entire life, and I've already accepted the result of failure. I'm tired, and in my remaining time, I just want to let go of everything and die in my memories. However, for the sake of the 'black shadow' who has been with me for generations, I'll tell you everything you want to know." The old man's expression was peaceful, as if he had let go of everything.
For those who were about to die, some would be unwilling to give up until the very end, while some would be indifferent to everything, leaving only peace in their hearts.
The old man was the latter.
Perhaps it was because he found that in his memories of his life, the thing he remembered the most was this black shadow whose face he did not know, whose voice he did not know, and whose heart he did not know.
He paused for a moment.
Then, he told the old man what he had seen.
"Fate has been changed."
Just these few simple words made the black shadow's heart beat violently.
He asked anxiously.
"Is it a change that you only discovered now … or is it a change now?"
There was an absolute difference between the two.
There was a saying about prophets.
Only prophets could change fate.
It could also be understood the other way around.
If the prophet saw fate and did not do anything to change it, then fate would definitely come true.
This was why the prophet was placed under house arrest here. It was to seal the original butterfly in a black cage and strictly control the occurrence and influence of the butterfly effect from the root.
But now …
"It's the latter," the old man said.
The black shadow's mind buzzed.
This means that.
This change was not caused by the old man. It also meant that there was a second person who could change fate.
"Can you confirm who it is?" the black shadow asked.
"What do you plan to do after you find out?" The old man glanced at him and sneered. "Lock her up in a cage, just like how you treated me? Isn't one failure enough? "
"You … knew that there was such a prophet!" The black shadow's voice was trembling. Even he did not know what kind of thoughts were running through his mind. Anger, confusion, fear. He could not help but raise his voice. "Do you know what kind of impact a prophet can have on fate? Perhaps our fate of failure was caused by that prophet! "
His current emotions all came from his understanding of the world.
He clearly knew the terrifying influence of prophets.
Everyone's warning, this impenetrable castle, the knowledge and understanding based on the butterfly effect in his mind, and the sacrifices of countless people, all proved this point.
But now, there was an unknown prophet who had been wandering outside for who knew how long.
It was as if the virus they protected with their lives had been leaked long ago, and all their efforts were in vain.
"Hahaha."
The old man suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter was very loud, and even his mechanical chest was heaving up and down. Even tears were coming out of his eyes.
The black shadow only trembled and listened to the laughter silently.
This was a mockery of them.
A mockery of their futile efforts.
"This is the only time I've succeeded in deceiving you." The old man seemed to have laughed enough, but he still had a smile on his face. It was a mocking smile. "I just wanted to see if the freedom I lost had any meaning. I wanted to see if a prophet who did not lose her freedom could bring about the disaster that you fear."
"Crazy, crazy …" the black shadow muttered.
His identity represented a kind of authority, an authority that tried to control everything and eliminate the unknown and risk.
But now.
That authority had been completely torn to shreds by a wandering prophet.
Everything was torn to shreds as well.
It was the result of fate, disaster, and countless people's efforts.
"Don't you want to know the result?"
The mocking smile on the old man's face widened. He was able to express the secret hidden in his heart before his death, and the mockery and mockery towards the people who imprisoned him.
This was perhaps the happiest moment of his life.
He said what he wanted to say the most.
"The result is that the prophet who lost her freedom lost, and the prophet who has her freedom won!"
Won?
The black shadow's body trembled again.
He looked at the prophet.
The anger and fear from before were suddenly suppressed by some indescribable joy.
What did it mean to win?
"Although the final future is still dark, the danger in 22 days has been resolved." The smile on the old man's face disappeared, and it was replaced by some complicated emotions.
Shock, yearning, envy.
Something that he could not achieve after paying a huge price was done by another prophet without paying a huge price.
Even if it was only a temporary victory, it had far surpassed him.
At the very least, it could make those rulers who brought death and despair fail once.
"It's resolved?" the black shadow muttered.
The joy gradually turned into indescribable gratitude.
He was moved by salvation.
Even if the future was still dark, even if the situation had not changed, the death sentence had been extended, and everyone's lives had been extended.
There was no joy that could compare to the gratitude he felt at this moment.
Even the fear and anger from before seemed so insignificant compared to his current feelings.
If he could save all of humanity …
What did it matter if the prophet hid it and their efforts were wasted?
In his heart, the gratitude and gratitude he felt for the other prophet had reached an unparalleled level. In fact … there was even a tiny bit of hope that even he himself could not be sure of.
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