A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 665 - 343: The Future (Request for Monthly Pass)

Chapter 665: Chapter 343: The Future (Request for Monthly Pass)

“What is your power?”

Miya looked at the emaciated man, “Why is it so difficult?”

Even though she was burned by twilight, Miya didn’t blame Bai Luo; despite the unbearable pain, as soon as she recovered, Miya immediately focused on Bai Luo.

She had received a brand-new miracle and then faced a choice.

She had to choose the one that would be in Bai Luo’s best interests and be of the greatest help to him.

“Time.”

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The gaunt young man said to Miya, “I received the Secret Fruit; I saw our king’s destiny and witnessed his end.”

Even possessing miracles, even with the king’s immense power.

But the young man, at the moment he received the Secret Fruit, had seen the final future, the painful, even desperate fate that afflicted him: “I tried with all my might to change it, but in the end, I still couldn’t achieve my wish.”

“Oh, you kind and naive girl.”

The youth said, “If you choose my path, you will enter a world of utmost suffering.”

Prophecies, prophets, seeing through fate, yet played by fate itself, incapable of escape.

“Time, along with the power to foresee and change fate.”

Miya had not expected that this Secret Fruit would be such a miracle, to have such a terrifying ability: “I choose time, I want to see the future in advance!”

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If she had such power, Miya would be able to know what would happen in the future.

Though it was not the actual future, just a possibility.

But by knowing the possibilities, one could avoid danger and make the best choices; Miya felt that if she took this path, she could address Bai Luo’s blind spots.

The current Bai Luo, possessed Upper Tier miracles of profound development potential from Teacher Lilith and the Empress of the East.

Ali and Xiao Bai had world-class potential in terms of cutting-edge combat power.

Core elements like Lilith, Ancient Chronicles, and Greedy World, would make Yatun more diverse and prosperous.

Twilight, though a significant crisis, was their confidence in mutual destruction.

Perhaps they wouldn’t defeat all the Masters of Miracles, but if anyone dared to act against Yatun, Bai Luo could drag down a dozen or twenty with ease.

Military power, prosperity, culture, Yatun was lacking in none.

What it lacked was a prophet, a visionary who could provide Bai Luo with direction.

“Even if that future is not good, do you still wish to see it in advance?”

“The future will definitely be good!”

Miya disagreed with the young man’s statement; she firmly believed Bai Luo would reach the pinnacle, that he would surely become the greatest leader.

“That’s wonderful…”

The young man’s body began to dissipate into light particles, and as Miya bathed in the light drizzle, he started to vanish, imparting all his accumulated wisdom to Miya: “It’s been hard on you, child.”

“For our king, reveal that hidden path.”

“To her!”

“Give her all the power, just like that?”

“Why?”

Unlike the emaciated youth, the other four Mysterious Spirits who remained didn’t understand his intentions.

Because they hadn’t entrusted their everything to anyone, belonging only to themselves, they were kings, not subjects.

However, Miya understood, she felt the youth’s dedication and guilt towards her own king. Even though he was already beyond life and death, what remained here was just a fragment of consciousness, yet it still remained true to its original purpose.

“The miracle of foreseeing the future, seeing countless possibilities.”

Miya only felt power surging within her, a flicker of enlightenment in her mind: “Now! It’s now!”

She caught a glimpse of a world line, the one with the highest probability of occurring in the future.

“Brother Bai Luo.”

Miya’s expression grew more serious: “I, I want to protect brother’s future!”

The deep blue world faded, and the environment around Miya changed rapidly.

‘Crack.’

In the pouring rain, Miya saw a staff slowly falling down, hitting the ground and shattering to pieces.

“What is this?”

In front of Miya, a cat-eared girl faced her, weeping in the rain.

“Who is behind her? Who is she crying to?”

Miya hurriedly turned around, but the light and shadows dissipated before she could see the answer. Instead, there appeared an endless, pitch-black sea.

The water was chaotic, like an abyss, with streaks of crimson, lightning-like beams shuttling below.

“Boom!”

Miya stood on the deck, as a huge wave rushed towards her, and the entire ship trembled.

“Where is this?”

Miya found herself in the midst of it, as if she had really appeared in some place in the future. She looked ahead and saw a familiar figure entering her field of vision.

“Brother Bai Luo.”

At that moment, Bai Luo was facing away from Miya, his hands gripping the ship’s steering wheel tightly, navigating through this land of death.

Miya couldn’t see Bai Luo’s expression or know where this place was; she only knew that she was seeing the most probable future.

“Brother Bai Luo!”

Miya called out and moved forward, but before her hand could touch Bai Luo, the whole world once again dissipated like ink.

“Why won’t it let me see clearly?”

The inherited memories Miya received should have allowed her to understand the future clearly, but why were they only fragments? It was different from the knowledge the young man had given her.

Is it because I’m too weak?

Subconsciously, Miya found an answer.

Her talent was not sufficient to utilize the full power of the Secret Fruit; others could see the whole process, whereas she could only glimpse fragments.

“It has changed again.”

The scene shifted once more, and this time, Miya saw Bai Luo again: “That sword!”

Miya saw the weapon in Bai Luo’s hand—it was Twilight.

“How could this be?”

Even though she was severely injured, Miya knew that Bai Luo had destroyed Twilight, as Teacher Lilith had personally told her.

And now, Miya saw Bai Luo holding Twilight in the future: “Brother Bai Luo, could he call it back?”

“Where is the enemy? His enemy is…”

Miya immediately looked around, and with just one glance, she felt a chill through her entire body.

It was an endless, innumerable army, and Miya felt terror at the presence of some of the powerful beings there: “Legend, epic, even myths, and Miracle Entities are all present!”

Not just one; this was not an army that a single Master of Miracles could gather!

Who was Bai Luo fighting against, and what kind of enemy was he facing?

“You are right, Twilight.”

Bai Luo’s voice came from beside Miya, and in the next moment, the man raised the Flaming Cross Sword in his hand and gently swung it forward.

In an instant, Miya felt as if she had witnessed the end of the world.

Millions from the Miracle Army vanished into ash and smoke at the strike of Bai Luo.

“How could this be…”

Miya trembled: “How could this happen?”

In the future, Bai Luo would once again awaken Twilight and battle against countless Masters of Miracles, eradicating innumerable Children of Miracle and entangling himself in a conflict of life and death with them.

“No, this… this cannot happen.”

Even Miya understood that if this future came to pass, Bai Luo would be on an irreversible path of no return.

“Crack, crack, crack.”

Space shattered, the Star Realm, Sacred Beast Forest, the garden—Miyawas all too familiar with these; it was the Avalon World.

But now, it was breaking apart.

“Boom!”

Castles collapsed, the ground broke apart, and more and more people died.

Among them were members of the Yatun Clan whom Miya knew, as well as strangers who might join the New Yatun People in the future.

Flames spread throughout Yatun, and the People of Yatun wailed within them.

“Puh!”

The silver-haired girl embraced Bai Luo, but Twilight pierced through her back, passing clean through.

“!!”

Miya’s pupils dilated sharply, that familiar silhouette, though much older and more mature, Miya could not mistake her identity: “Inya, sister…”