Wenren Sheng dreamed again.
A classroom, a teacher, four rows of students.
As the lesson changed, different tentacles and eyes grew from the students' heads, torsos, and limbs in each row.
Those tentacles and eyes appeared from time to time in Wenren Sheng's notes and exam papers.
A tavern, a piece of wood, a group of drinkers.
The drinkers wandered through the surrounding wilderness, drinking and urinating, while that piece of wood rested atop the tavern's roof.
Looking closely, their faces were those of students carrying backpacks.
Three suns appeared and crushed everything.
Only then did Wenren Sheng wake from his dream.
After waking, he remained silent for a long while.
What did these two dreams represent? He understood. He must have been constantly dealing with the Old Ones these past few days—what occupied his mind by day had entered his dreams by night.
It was time to do something else to dilute their influence.
But what should he do?
Just then, Inspector Liu called.
"Old Wen, the Mage System students recently asked for the most authoritative Otherworldly User to give them a lecture, so they can get a feel for the difference between the two systems."
Class, teachers, students, tentacles?
"No..." Wenren Sheng was about to refuse, but suddenly changed his mind. "I'm not too busy. I'll make a trip over."
Because he recalled that nearly every story mentioned one thing—
The more you went against a prophecy, the more viciously it got you in the end. Only by following the prophecy, then making the slightest turn in some insignificant detail, could you change even a little of the outcome.
The most typical story was about a child prophesied to become a future World Ender.
So his family distanced themselves from him and loathed him. His peers hated and