Die, Replay, Repeat

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. 

No matter how many times they experienced this extraordinary ability to predict the future, it left them in constant awe.

"What you just said is exactly what’s written here," the Director stammered, his astonishment evident as he displayed the page to the group.

A few skeptical psychics racked their brains, trying to conjure up obscure phrases, even tossing in some other languages.

But each of their utterances was already inscribed in the book.

Now, everyone was utterly stunned, struck by a wave of confusion and a creeping sense of dread.

It felt like an unseen force had grabbed their hearts.

They had believed they were in control of their destinies, but now it seemed their futures were preordained, meticulously recorded, even down to their spoken words.

This realization made them question whether they were merely puppets dancing on the strings of fate.

Their expressions shifted from shock to sheer horror as they gazed at Fang Xiu.

In their eyes, he had transformed into a figure from the future, a being who knew every move and word of the attendees. No matter how desperately they tried to alter their paths, it was all futile.

Their destinies had already been inscribed on the pages.

As the crowd stood in stunned silence, Fang Xiu finally broke the tension.

"What I’m doing isn’t about showcasing my power. I’m here to show you that while the future may feel unpredictable and enigmatic to you, to me, it’s just a stage I can observe and manipulate at will. If I choose, I can even foresee your deaths and warn you beforehand. I can sift through endless possibilities and select a path that allows you to survive, thus saving you from your fate."

As his words resonated in the air, a flicker of fervor mingled with the crowd’s shock. “Avoiding death!? What incredible power!”

In that instant, they grasped Fang Xiu's true worth: he wasn’t just a guide to the future or a key to breaking through to the fifth tier—his ultimate value lay in his ability to avert death!

“I believe some of you have already figured out my purpose. Yes, I am establishing my authority. I intend to intimidate you first and then offer you hope—carrot and stick. I’m not shy about this, nor do I fear you recognizing my intentions, because the future I speak of is one you can’t afford to ignore.”

Fang Xiu’s composed words ignited a whirlwind of emotions in the hearts of his audience. No one dared to challenge him; they felt cornered, with no alternative.

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.

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