"Had you planned this from the very beginning?"
In an instant, the balance of offense and defense had reversed. After a long silence, Harbinger stared fixedly at the single sentence Fu Qian had written.
That depended on what aspect they meant. The idea of time parasitism had indeed existed in similar forms for a long time.
That was all Fu Qian thought to himself.
As an intruder with a more direct perception of it, he would have been unqualified if he had not considered it.
As for why he had insisted on making the other party predict the contents of the judgment?
At its core, it really was the curiosity he had mentioned earlier.
So far, this mission had been rather unusual.
It involved not only Lasik, an old acquaintance, but even the Abyss Notebook.
Which was why Fu Qian was genuinely curious about what Judgment Day—the event that would cause the mission to fail—would be like.
Unfortunately, in his judgment, the odds of Harbinger helping to answer that question were low.
That was suppression by the mechanism itself; it had little to do with subjective initiative.
Drawing on his experience from the earlier Virtue mission, Fu Qian did not believe the judgment would be something like heavenly fire, floods, or holy light.
Even if it was not as abstract as an endlessly looping videotape, it was still possible that the entire sanatorium world would meet its true end in some unconventional way.
Which meant that even if his prophetic ability was real, what Harbinger needed to do was far more difficult than merely perceiving the anomaly of time.
Then why make such a demand when he knew all that?
Simple. This was now a three-way contest, and theoretically, he was Selvis's accomplice.
What he wanted was for the other