Chapter 144
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Chapter 144: The Friendly Feelings of Divine Fate Bearers
"Visions of the future?"
The Star God’s gaze sharpened. Did the God of Wealth mean to show everyone the future scenes he had foreseen?
Was it no longer enough for the God of Wealth to just speak plainly?
Or had the God of Wealth, after his second awakening, gained the ability to take them along to foresee the future together?
However, he had already grown accustomed to the miracles created by the God of Wealth.
Witnessing future scenes still fell within his comfort zone.
Foreseeing!
Since the God of Wealth could avoid the backlash of Heavenly Secrets, bringing everyone along to see wasn’t an issue.
"Yes."
Su Wen nodded slightly and then sent a message to Yuanbao, instructing him to project the scene of the Imperial Capital thirty years later.
The primary function of the Time and Space Projection was to allow everyone to watch together.
Otherwise, what was the point of spending money to buy these future scenes, aside from admiring the tragic sight?
In other words, since they had paid for the rights, wouldn’t it be a waste not to share it?
"Buzz!"
The Divine Artifact, Yuanbao, trembled slightly, and the projection from thirty years in the future unfolded before everyone.
The dilapidated and cramped Imperial Capital began to appear!
"God of Martial Arts, is this… the Imperial Capital?"
The God of Theater asked after watching.
"Yes."
Su Wen nodded and said, "The Imperial Capital thirty years from now!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire Theater World fell into a deep silence.
Even the idle Ao Xiu in the cage noticed the unusual atmosphere and quickly held his breath, not daring to make a sound.
"Thirty years…"
After a moment, the Star God sighed wryly, "It seems we have failed!"
The Imperial Capital!
The political center of Huaxia!
For a nation’s political center to be reduced to such a state of ruin spoke volumes.
As long as they were still here, the Imperial Capital would never look like this.
"Thirty years is neither long nor short."
The God of Theater murmured, "Especially with the impending war, thirty years is enough for far too many events to unfold."
Saying this, the God of Theater chuckled and added, "We should think of it this way: thirty years later, the Imperial Capital is merely damaged, not completely destroyed, which means our defenses still have some effectiveness!"
"I can only say that the Arrow Realm might just be stronger and have more numbers."
The Fighting God suddenly said, "But the fact that the Imperial Capital has fallen to this state means that many of us… must have died!"
Looking at the devastated scene, he suddenly remembered what the Star God had said about his tearful future in the rain.
If all his comrades around him died, would he shed tears?
Would he?
He didn’t know the answer, and he didn’t want to experience it himself.
But he knew that such a future would be filled with despair!
"The meaning of fighting hard lies in the process, not the outcome."
The Shadow God glanced around and said lightly, "This seemingly destined result is just one of the infinite futures we face."
"As Nietzsche said, every day that does not dance is a betrayal of life."
The Star God was momentarily stunned. Had the Shadow God been reading Nietzsche’s books lately?
"But Nietzsche committed suicide!"
The Fighting God sighed and said gloomily, "I’ve also heard some of Nietzsche’s words, like how the darkness gave him black eyes, yet he used them to search for light."
"Isn’t that something spoken out of despair?"
The Shadow God: "…"
Suddenly, she understood why everyone was reluctant to engage with the Fighting God.
It was clear that she wasn’t eager to talk to him either.
"Why are you being so sentimental?"
The God of Theater spoke up, "You’ve got such a tough fate. Even if we all die, you’ll still be around."
The Fighting God quickly replied, "God of Theater, don’t say such things!"
If something like that happened, he might as well be dead.
How lonely it would be to live in this world alone!
He couldn’t stand that kind of life!
"God of Martial Arts, I’d like to study this a bit. Is that okay?"
The Star God said after staring at the projection for a while.
"That’s fine."
"Good."
As soon as he spoke, eighteen mysterious Divine Artifacts appeared behind the Star God, including a royal purple clock, a black and white chessboard, and a blue bamboo rod.
Clearly, these were all the Star God’s Divine Artifacts.
In the next moment, the eighteen Divine Artifacts formed a profound star array, and as the star array took shape, a sense of mysterious fate enveloped everyone’s hearts.
"I’ll take a look too."
The God of Theater said softly, then with a thought, the entire Theater World began to slowly come to life.
Since the future of the Imperial Capital thirty years from now has unfolded before them in vivid detail, he naturally felt compelled to analyze it thoroughly.
This kind of task shouldn’t be left solely to the God of Wealth, right?
While the Star God and the God of Theater were busy with divination and analysis, and the Wind God and Shadow God debated future directions, the Fighting God was lost in thought, staring at the future scenes. Su Wen glanced over at Ao Xiu in the cage.
Catching Su Wen’s gaze, Ao Xiu shivered.
"I’ve thought it over, and I’ll keep you. Do you have any objections?"
Su Wen said softly, “If you have any objections, feel free to speak up.”
Ao Xiu shook his head so vigorously it was like a rattle drum, terrified that Su Wen might misinterpret his silence.
"No, no, I have no objections at all!"
"Good."
Su Wen gave a slight nod. His decision to keep Ao Xiu was driven by several strategic considerations.
First, as the successor to the God of Wealth, if Su Wen were to die in the future, Ao Xiu would inherit the God of Wealth’s position, ensuring that the successor remained under the control of the Star God and his allies.
Otherwise, killing Ao Xiu might lead to the God of Wealth’s position falling into unknown hands.
Between certainty and uncertainty, it’s wiser to choose certainty!
Second, his plan to fake his death and pose as the God of Martial Arts, though somewhat concealed by the Theater Protection from the God of Theater, still carried risks.
After all, he had been discovered in the last timeline.
With Ao Xiu here, he could be used as the God of Wealth’s successor to take the fall in crucial moments.
Su Wen had already shielded Ao Xiu from several timelines’ worth of troubles; now it was Ao Xiu’s turn to return the favor.
With multiple identities and strategic arrangements, he could best ensure his survival amidst the evolution of the main Time and Space!
Meanwhile, in the chaos in the time and space interface.
[Cautious God of Wealth! You quietly slipped into a narrow alley, removed your mask, and borrowed a set of clothes from a nearby household to blend in.]
[Thirty years have passed, and your attire is outdated and too conspicuous in these turbulent times.]
[Patched and tattered clothes are more in line with the current era’s fashion.]
[After completing your disguise, you began walking through the nearby streets, observing others as they observed you, staying alert to the passing pedestrians.]
[Being mistaken for a spy by a taxi driver once was enough for you.]
[After wandering three streets, you heard a video lecture from behind a house, and your Third Level physique allowed you to clearly hear the content inside.]
[There, you caught the phrase about the friendly feelings of divine fate bearers.]
[Intrigued, you leaned closer, pretending to be nonchalant, and began to wander nearby.]
