"No." Rotten Taoist spoke at last.
"Why not?" Walter asked unwillingly.
"Your efforts are like a circle. In the end, you'll return to where you started, unable to change anything," Rotten Taoist said coldly.
If Walter had known more, he would have been utterly horrified.
Because Rotten Taoist's prophecy was completely accurate.
Even if the mission succeeded, the Miken People would only occupy the place. They would slaughter all the natives, then turn it into a base for The Matrix.
If the mission failed, the outcome would actually be better. At least the Eastern Continent People would retain their original way of life.
Of course, Rotten Taoist did not know any of this. He had merely predicted a vague outcome from the signs given by the chess pieces.
"That's impossible. As long as someone is willing to work hard, there will always be change," Walter said earnestly.
"Leave. Don't delude yourself into thinking you'll get anything else from me!" Rotten Taoist waved his only intact arm, driving him away.
With no other choice, Walter could only try to find the other two Prophets.
Golden Bodhisattva and Evil Stone Buddha.
Then he lost an eye, an ear, a kidney, a ball...
He ended up in an even worse state than Rotten Taoist.
At last, he staggered back into Rotten Taoist's home.
"Hmph. Do you regret it now?"
"No, I don't. Wanting change without making any sacrifices is the kind of fantasy only a naïve youth would entertain," Walter said firmly.
Of course, another major reason was that he was a player. If he died once, all those injuries would disappear.
Compared to the mission rewards, these costs were far too little.
"Hmph. If you weren't a Heavenly Human, I might actually believe you. You Heavenly Humans only know how to sweet-talk