Seeing the old man freeze, Gawain kindly explained, "Taking the test is a form of immigration exam. This time, though, the threshold is a character test. Only those who pass it can immigrate to the Eastern Continent."
"Hmph, a character test? Humans are beasts best at deception. Calling someone a cunning fox is a complete slander against foxes." The old man snorted and resumed smoking his cigarette.
Gawain paused slightly. He said nothing more and simply stared intently at the old man.
After an unknown amount of time had passed, a scene emerged from the other man.
This was the upgraded version of Prophecy Power. It could not only see the future, but also the past.
And seeing the past was easier, more detailed, and naturally more accurate.
A house burned fiercely, thick smoke billowing out. The sight alone made it hard to breathe.
The old man, covered in blood, stood in front of two women barely clinging to life.
Facing him was a young man with a cold expression.
"Why did you repay kindness with betrayal? Why did you become an ingrate? We were the ones who gave you a Strange Seed!" the old man roared himself hoarse.
"Because I didn't want to help those boring ordinary people. They were the ingrates first. I was out there saving people, yet someone behind me tried to kill me and steal my Strange Seed. I merely did to them what they had done to me," the cold young man said flatly.
"You're an adult. Why can't you distinguish between the whole and an exception? Ingrates are only a tiny minority. Most people still know how to be grateful." The old man's voice lowered somewhat, as if he understood the young man.
"You're wrong. I specifically studied group psychology. Most people know