Chapter 661: Chapter 372: Prophet, The Truth Behind the World’s Destruction

"Let’s not talk about prophets and whatnot for now, Minghuan, have you been exhausting yourself too much lately?" Red Dragon suddenly asked, "Pay attention to your mental state."

It scrutinized Ji Minghuan’s face through reading glasses, and even in the spiritual world, that small body showed exhaustion, the back slightly hunched. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"What could possibly happen to me?" Ji Minghuan asked, unconcerned, as he fiddled with a puzzle on the ground.

In the Spirit Library, all was silent; the warm twilight enveloped everything, yet today the sunlight was especially red, and the spectral image of the white-haired girl was absent.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, reached out, and yanked hard on a hanging rope above his head.

Then he looked up, silently watching the four bodies hanging from the ceiling twitch back and forth, like a pile of rotten meat squirming.

After a while, the Black Cocoon’s restraint belts suddenly slid out from beneath the coat hem, drooping to the ground in loops like a pile of dead snakes.

Soon, the belts on the floor had piled up like a mountain.

Then they started writhing, surging like waves as if dancing, sometimes forming the shape of a bubble dragon, other times twisting into the shape of My Little Pony, and occasionally transforming into the likeness of Kong Youling.

"Oh, something burst!"

Ji Minghuan released the rope and lay on the ground, curiously watching the pile of restraint belts.

"Are you sure you’re alright?" Red Dragon withdrew its gaze and asked again.

"No worries, it’ll all be over in a few days anyway," Ji Minghuan said while toying with the restraint belts on the ground, "We’ll attack the Salvation Society in September, what’s dead is dead, what’s alive is alive... it’s all up to fate. Restricted-level superpower users aren’t gods, I can’t decide who lives or dies at will, is there any point in that?"

He paused, his lips moving slightly, "Otherwise, Li Qingping wouldn’t have died."

Ji Minghuan cupped his cheeks with his hands, raised his head, and gazed calmly at the hem of the Black Cocoon’s coat.

The restraint belts pouring out from the black coat flowed like a tide, drowning the entire library in no time.

But then, suddenly, a loop of the restraint belt from the ground reached over, as if long foreseen, and in an instant, rose up to wrap around Ji Minghuan’s neck, lifting him off the ground, hanging him above the ceiling.

Ji Minghuan’s body hung from the ceiling, tongue out, looking down at the restraint belts on the ground. They writhed into human shapes, hand in hand, gradually transforming into a hundred images of the white-haired girl.

The girls spun lightly, their lips twisting upwards in smiles.

From the ceiling looking down, it was like a white circle rotating endlessly. But every now and then, restraint belts would slip out of the figures of the white-haired girls.

It was as if springs fell out of a doll’s body, and a moment later, a sea of black covered the white circle.

Ji Minghuan expressionlessly tugged open the restraint belt from his neck, wrapping it around his right leg.

He then released the restraint belt; his body drooped down, arms dangling limply, palms hanging powerlessly outward, like a puppet with broken strings hanging in mid-air.

"Speaking of which, too many things have happened in these past two months. Generally speaking, do events usually erupt this concentrically? It’s almost too coincidental," he murmured softly.

"Have you forgotten what your superpower is?" Red Dragon retorted.

Ji Minghuan turned to look at the Red Dragon Wales.

"Altering reality?" he pondered, "So, my superpower is guiding the progress of reality, that makes sense, it always feels like the whole world revolves around me."

"Exactly." Red Dragon said, "So what do you need to worry about? That prophet can’t affect you in any way, his superpower also alters reality, but he affects the future while you affect the present, the here and now."

"Honestly, I’m a little worried."

"What’s there to worry about?"

"After all, I still don’t know the prophet’s true identity... and now that everything is fully prepared, after working so hard for so long, if something big happens, I won’t be able to handle it."

Ji Minghuan said as he tore off the restraint belt biting around his leg with his fingernails, tumbling down from mid-air. He crashed headfirst on the floor, and at that moment a hundred images of the white-haired girls shattered simultaneously, the restraint belts disappeared without a trace.

He sat down, propped his hands on the ground, and looked up with a slight sigh.

"Don’t worry," Red Dragon adjusted its reading glasses and lowered its eyes to the book, "I can confirm... you are the most unique, most powerful being in this dimension, no one can threaten you."

"But he can threaten those around me, they aren’t damn restricted-level superpower users," Ji Minghuan said quietly, his eyes lowered, staring at the shattered puzzle on the floor.

"That’s true."

"I ask... from the perspective of a deity, why design humans to be so fragile? It always feels like they could die ’snap,’ just like that. If they weren’t so fragile, it would be great. If everyone’s builds were as tough as Superman, I wouldn’t have to worry so much."

Upon saying this, Ji Minghuan lowered his voice, "I always feel like I’m befriending a bunch of ants, constantly anxious they might get stepped on, drowned, or blown away by the wind, isn’t that exhausting?"

Red Dragon was silent for a moment, "Those who haven’t experienced smallness and ordinariness can’t understand the preciousness of life, nor maintain reverence for it."