Isaka's Telepathy / Isaka's Precognition

"Huh?"

However, the scene shifts to the other side.

The interior of the shop was bright and clean. Cakes were displayed in the showcases, and elegant ladies with straight teeth and radiant skin sat at the tables. They held forks, rested their cheeks on their hands, and squinted their eyes.

"This is...?" Isaka asked.

The image in my mind split in two, with two images side by side. On the left was a chilling, messy room piled with human bodies; on the right was the glamorous scene inside a trendy shop.

Shirou's voice appeared in Isaka's mind, and a beautiful image flashed in his mind, "This café..." The cursor then moved to another desolate scene, saying, "It will become like this."

"Huh?" Isaka understood, but still expressed his doubt, because the information he received was simply too far -One Thousand and One Nights.

Humans are creatures that constantly ignore the lessons of history, with each generation repeating the mistakes of the previous one, endlessly repeating the same errors.

"On the left, there are many human corpses. Yes, there are also many human corpses outside this shop."

"Why?"

"Because of the Enemy Alliance, the heroes of this world lost, but later the Enemy Alliance also messed things up, so in the end there were no real winners."

"How is this possible?!" Isaka was so shocked that he laughed. "What on earth is going on? Where is All Might? He's the man known as the symbol of peace!"

"He lost too!"

"How could that be! That's the number one man on the rankings!"

"It's just the hero rankings that are publicly listed, isn't it? Aren't there enough examples of evil prevailing over justice in this world? Enemies stronger than the heroes on the rankings are like cockroaches; you kill one batch and another batch will sprout up."

"What exactly happened?"

"In a few years, he will suffer a severe injury in a battle with a powerful enemy, which could easily be fatal. He will find a successor, and his own power will gradually fade. His successor is growing too slowly."

"If everything had gone as planned, we might still have won, but the world has changed," Shirou said in a deep voice.

"The original direction? Does it refer to the point of divergence?" Isaka asked, still very concerned about what was said back then, even though five years had passed.

Shirou shook his head. "No, it's the world itself. When a higher-ranking white god intervened in this world, the world changed. It's not the leaves; it's not the branches; it's the tree itself that's the problem."

The gruesome image of the mountain of corpses was magnified to its maximum and imprinted in Isaka's mind.

"Several years in the future, the world will look like this. In order to unleash even greater terror, the Enemy Alliance created a plague-level pathogen. When that pathogen infected pigs, it mutated and became highly resistant to drugs."

"Yes, the Enemy Alliance messed things up. Humans are falling one after another, heroes and Enemy Alliance alike are all finished. Forget about being afraid of the corpses, they don't even have time to deal with them."

Isaka stared motionlessly at the image above, noticing that there were indeed insect-like things flying around the motionless human mound. The thought that they might be flies sent shivers down his spine.

"So, we want to turn this serious situation towards a calmer state. In fact, it's the same coffee shop, but the difference is so significant because of the different times we've been there."

At that moment, Isaka remembered an advertisement for weight-loss products—it would turn into something like this, as if saying, "Of course, the thinner side is better." A coffee shop where you can leisurely enjoy cake is definitely better than a coffee shop piled high with corpses.

"But, even if you say this will turn out this way, what should we do?" Isaka, although he could use his awakened abilities and the special items he had obtained to help fight crime.

But if those heroes lose in the future, there's nothing he can do about it.

"That's right." Shirou pointed his index finger at Isaka. "At this time, your assistance is indispensable."

Isaka's expression remained unchanged.

'Is it finally here?' I braced myself, raised my chin, straightened up, and stared intently at him, thinking: Is it my turn? Then, all sorts of thoughts I'd never had before flooded my mind.

Although I really want to say this...

But the future is too terrifying. All Might has lost? He is the hope of all mankind. Isaka tried to imagine seeing All Might lying on the ground; what a despairing sight that would be.

"Could it be that I'm to go back in time and change the course of the world? Like being sent as a secret agent to do some work to transform this world into that world?"

Isaka felt his heart race slightly, but not out of fear. Was he to be asked to participate in this job? Infiltrating, like a spy working for world peace—the image of a manga with a similar plot flashed through his mind.

Shirou shook his head. "To be precise, it's pointless to create divisions in the world. As I just said, we're in World A, and the goal is to prevent these divisions and transform the world into a better, more ideal state. Besides, we need to traverse the wormhole. Without regenerative abilities, we won't survive once inside. So, this is the work that Yuli and I are doing."

"What can I do?" Isaka was even more confused. Was he really that important?

"Do what only you can do! Uncle, you're a big shot! Only you can change that hopeless future." At this moment, the girl, who had finished showering, chimed in.

"That phrase again, 'Big shot'? What did I do in the future?!"

"Or, Yuli -chan, why don't you hold my hand and let me see what the future looks like? That way I'll know what to do, okay?" Isaka released his hand from Shirou's and offered it to the girl.

"No, just keep doing it the way it is now," Yuli said coldly.

"Eh..." Isaka withdrew his hand, somewhat hurt. "Then why did you come to find me?"

"They're here!" Shirou walked outside.

"Let me see! They've really arrived! It's the quintuplets' clone ninja. An envoy from somewhere outside this place will come to subdue them." This time, Isaka pulled out a tablet from the table, opened it, and spoke.

"What are you looking at, sir?"

"Future Notes, isn't that what you gave me?" Isaka asked the girl in surprise.

Shirou and Yuli exchanged glances.

Chapter 1178 Isaka's Telepathy

"No, no! Where would you find such a convenient gadget that can automatically show the future? Is it some kind of ability like Shirou's?" Nakamura Yuli shook her head repeatedly.

"No, it's notes. The notes that appeared on my computer." Isaka added, "This thing suddenly appeared, and having it is really bothering me! I'm afraid it will cause some point of contention. I've always been very careful with this kind of information."

"It really wasn't left to me by you?" Isaka looked at Shirou again and asked to confirm.

His notebook differs from the evil illusion ability that Shirou saw; the contents of his notebook have a broader scope, revolving around those who have shaken hands with him.

At that moment, a mysterious current of air wafted in from outside the door, appearing and disappearing as if nothing had happened, but the environment had indeed changed.

"No, we didn't leave anything like that behind." Shirou shook his head and walked outside. "Let's deal with those ninjas first."

At that moment, a telepathic message from Isaka echoed in Shirou's mind.

"First, the figures are on the left side of the outer entrance; then, the figures on both sides are fake, the real ones are hidden at the twelve o'clock position."

Shirou walked to the outer door, and sure enough, a masked ninja suddenly lunged at him from the left. Shirou braced himself, and as soon as he saw the shadow, he pulled the trigger.

More ninjas rushed at Shirou from the left and right, Shirou ignored them and pulled the trigger in the middle.

"Ugh..." A ninja appeared in the middle, lying face down on the ground, blood flowing from his head.

With Isaka's hints, Shirou didn't need to think at all; he could win even with his eyes closed simply by following instructions.

The other two ninjas, hiding in the bushes, were killed while hesitating whether to rush out.

The last ninja turned and ran away.

However, Shirou's bullet had already stopped in his path, and in the instant he turned around, it pierced through his skull.

"Monster... monster..." The ninja collapsed to the ground.

"The monster isn't me, it's the one inside. Well, what a convenient ability," Shirou said, turning to the man inside the house.

"Uncle! Your abilities are too overpowered. It's like having X-ray vision in CSOL, the kind where your teammates and spies report enemy movements to you. Try teaming up with me next time." Yuli, also wanting to experience the feeling of dominating the battlefield, patted the man on the shoulder and said.

"Eeya..." Isaka smiled with obvious pleasure, but felt a little disgusted by the girl's sudden comment.

Because of his abilities, many mid-tier heroes are now willing to cooperate with him, but beautiful and charming female heroes are hesitant to work with him. In fact, there are even rumors circulating in the community that Isaka is a lecherous wolf.

He has gone through many hardships to get to where he is today.

Five years ago, Isaka developed a high fever one night.

Then Isaka awakened a special ability, or rather, the potential hidden within him was unleashed.

Isaka first discovered this ability of his when he invited a group of contracted writers to a cocktail party at a publishing house's annual meeting.

When he arrived there, Isaka, as a senior member, would talk to some of the newcomers, shake hands, comment on their work, or encourage them to work hard.

The Japanese novel publishing industry is not so simple. Even winning an award is only the first step into the field. To cross the threshold, you still need to write a best-selling book that can be reprinted.

Strictly speaking, only those who can live off royalties without having to work can be considered true writers.

Only when you've published many books and a publisher is willing to publish a collection of your works can you be considered to have reached a higher level.

Only when a work can be sold overseas and win an internationally recognized award can it be considered first-rate.

In fact, many newcomers who win newcomer awards can't even publish a complete book on their own. Some, after publishing one book, simply run out of ideas.

The winner of the newcomer award at that time was a 28-year-old young man.

Of course, is 28 years old still considered young? By today's harsh standards, it's hard to say. In fact, Isaka isn't much older than him, yet he's already a judge.

He's only just started out. Of course, there are writers who achieve great things later in life; in fact, that kind of person probably makes up the majority of writers. Where do you find so many geniuses who debut at their peak and can maintain that level of talent?

Take Murakami, for example. He only started writing after he turned thirty, yet now he can break out of the small circle of Japanese writers and write directly in English, making it onto the US bestseller list. Nationality, traditional culture, and mother tongue are not limitations for him at all.

At this moment, the newcomer, led by the editor, arrived at Isaka's side.

Isaka smiled gracefully and held his hand.

"Teacher Isaka, I've read your new work, it's absolutely wonderful, and I'm deeply moved."

"No, no, Ito-kun, as a rising star, this work of yours is very innovative and has a bright future."

Isaka thought to himself, 'Yeah, yeah, anyway, he just read the synopsis and thinks his writing will be a pioneering work that will lead the way, and that all the old guys are already out of touch.'

Ito looked surprised and blinked, but Isaka continued to smile, as did the editor, and the atmosphere around them remained pleasant.

'Am I hallucinating?'

Isaka was also taken aback. What was this auditory hallucination?

"Teacher Isaka, you flatter me. I know my limitations. I've only been in the literature club since junior high, and after many twists and turns, I finally made my debut at almost thirty. It's really embarrassing to admit."

"Writing is the freest thing, it has nothing to do with age or background. It's never too early to start writing in your mind while you're still in the womb, and it's never too late to write it out when you're eighty."

In the literary world, Ito-kun, at your age, you're still the rising sun, shining brightly for another fifty or sixty years. Please keep up the good work and inject fresh blood into the Japanese literary scene!

'Of course, there's only ever been one Haruki Murakami in Japanese history.'

"Yes! I will definitely do my best, Teacher Isaka!"

'I never intended to be Haruki Murakami! If that doesn't work, I'll just write light novels to make a living! Don't deprive people of their freedom to write! You self-righteous old bastards hogging columns!'

The words spoken and the words in their minds were intertwined and simultaneously circulated in their brains, allowing for seamless and unimpeded communication between them.

However, such smooth flow of traffic is highly inappropriate.

"Huh?"

"Huh?!"

Isaka and Ito stared at each other, bewildered. Why could they hear voices in their minds even though the other hadn't spoken?

Could it be...?

'Could it be...'

"Teacher Isaka? Ito-sensei? What's going on with you two?" The editor next to him asked with an awkward laugh, completely bewildered.

"Hahaha, I have something to attend to, so please excuse me. Ito, forget all the silly things I said, and go write what you want to write."

"Yes, goodbye, Teacher Isaka."

Even now, looking back, that scene was truly quite embarrassing.

Chapter 1179 Isaka's Precognitive Abilities

After that embarrassing incident, Isaka went to see a doctor and was transferred from the psychiatry department to the psychiatry department. She lined up with a group of children to take tests related to 'psychic abilities' and was assessed by the doctors in the psychiatry department.

"Congratulations, Mr. Isaka, your superpower has blossomed!" the doctor said.

"Really!? But in the past few decades of my life, I've taken the test no less than thirty times, and it's always confirmed that I don't have any superpowers." Isaka asked, not quite believing it.

In fact, he took the test every year; he never gave up. As a superhero enthusiast, he dreamed of having the abilities of the Superman he admired.

For example, using X-ray vision to see into the next room when going to a bathhouse or hot spring, or dreaming of being able to instantly teleport to your destination when you don't want to go out.

"Based on your previous medical examination data, that is indeed the case. However, this examination clearly shows that you possess highly fluctuating superpowers. Have any memorable events happened around you in the past?"

"I remember it vividly... If you put it that way, quite a few things did happen," Isaka said hesitantly.

These stimuli were so intense that he couldn't accept the reality and even felt some resistance. With great power comes great responsibility. In fact, his abilities were still uncertain, but the responsibility was already suffocating him.

I have a feeling that even bigger problems await me. If it were before, Isaka would probably be jumping and singing with excitement, but now...

"Yes, that's it. She must have been stimulated, which activated her potential. Mr. Isaka, you've probably heard of the mother who lifted a car with her bare hands to save her child;"

There are also cases like this: someone got their hand trapped in a canyon crevice by falling rocks and was trapped for 127 hours, eventually breaking their own forearm to bandage it before climbing out to call for help; and so on.

In emergencies, people can often unleash power beyond their limits, and you're probably in that situation.