As he finished speaking, Fang Xiu flipped open the second page, revealing the words:
Lin Tianhe: "How is this possible?"
A collective gasp filled the room as everyone turned their eyes to Fang Xiu, staring at him like he was some zoo animal.
"What the hell! Is he for real?"
Fang Xiu continued to flip through the pages, and the next line read: "What the hell! Is he for real?"
"Something's wrong with the book. Like, is it recording what we say in real-time? Because if not, this prophecy is way over the top. It feels like we’re in some movie where he’s got a remote, fast-forwarding and rewinding, capturing everything," one person speculated, skepticism dripping from their voice.
Fang Xiu continued flipping through the book, and to everyone’s shock, the words lined up perfectly with the previous speaker’s doubts.
Then he passed the book to the Director.
"Simple. I'll just let the Director take a look for himself."
The Director, intrigued, began to skim through the pages, quickly noticing that nearly every page had pre-written words, not just recorded responses to what had been said.
When he turned to the next page, it boldly proclaimed: I want to drink a pool of liquor tonight.
The Director frowned, perplexed. 'What kind of absurdity is this?'
But just then, a psychic jumped up, announcing loudly, "I want to drink a pool of liquor tonight!"
The intent was clear: he was deliberately steering the conversation to an unrelated topic to deflect suspicion.
As soon as he finished, all eyes shifted back to the Director, whose face reflected deep shock.
Fang Moli and the others sitting nearby leaned in, their expressions mirroring disbelief as they stared at the little book.
In truth, they began to realize that only Fang Xiu could rightfully be Chief Commander.
After all, no one could lead them better than this foreseer. Under the guidance of the Foreseer, the headquarters would surely find the right path ahead.
“Now, the intimidation phase is done. Let me lay down my rule. In simple terms, I have just one command: never question my orders, and carry them out without hesitation.”
At that moment, Fang Xiu assumed the role of a dictator, permitting no dissent within the headquarters.
Oddly enough, faced with such authoritarian declarations, the crowd felt it was entirely reasonable—just how it should be.
“No matter how absurd or outrageous the orders might seem, even if you can’t comprehend them, don’t let your foolish minds question. I will not make mistakes. I have already seen the future. I am the Foreseer, and I will always stand on the side of what lies ahead.”
His calm declarations echoed in their minds and left them momentarily speechless.
This meeting would be forever etched in their memories. Fang Xiu was destined to be the most unforgettable Chief Commander in their lives.
With the prowess of a third-tier psychic, he had claimed the role from a fifth-tier without facing any objection.
Fang Xiu surveyed the stunned crowd with satisfaction. He had to die numerous times to get what he needed for this meeting, and now it felt justified.
A few more demonstrations of his foresight, and the crowd became even more entranced. His words engraved his concept into their minds.
Fang Xiu was still waiting for the right time. He knew that when that moment arrived, even if he commanded the psychics to march to their doom, they would do so without a second thought.
As Zhao Hao had previously stated, “If Xiu ever tells me to die, it must be because there's a worse fate waiting for me.”
The psychics of the headquarters would inevitably come to share this belief someday.
Fang Xiu wasn’t after power; he aimed for everyone to place their unconditional trust in his words. Only then could he unlock Xiao Chuxia's full potential.
It could transform lies into reality. The synergy of the Foreseer’s title with Xiao Chuxia’s deception was perhaps the most perfect pairing imaginable.