Uncontrolled Divination

In a house belonging to the Zimang Party in Backlund, East Borough.

"Mr. Gabriel."

A man in a worker's uniform spoke up, "Three days have passed; I think we can resume our operations."

The man's appearance clearly showed the features of people from the Southern Continent: dark skin and deep-set eyes. Although he was dressed like a worker, he possessed an undisguised fierce aura. He also seemed unfamiliar with the language of the Northern Continent, speaking Intisian in a stiff and monotonous manner.

"No need to rush."

Across from him, the man who had been enjoying his coffee immediately frowned and gave a perfunctory reply.

What a vulgar barbarian! It's a desecration for him to use our elegant and beautiful language.

The man Gabriel thought to himself.

"But His Your Excellency the Ambassador said..."

"Stop, please speak to me in Loenese."

The highland man was interrupted by Gabriel, a flash of displeasure crossing his eyes, but he still switched to the equally strange-sounding Loenese:

"His Your Excellency the Ambassador said we only have one month; our time is running out."

"Singh, are you taking me for a fool?"

Gabriel raised his head and glanced at the Greed and cunning highlander. "His Your Excellency the Ambassador is right. He wants you to regain control of the Zimang Party and become one of the underground forces in Backlund. He didn't ask you to occupy a large territory. Your current haste is simply to expand your power. Don't think I haven't noticed."

"Singh, I'm warning you. His Your Excellency the Ambassador can grant you Potion, making you an Extraordinary One to dominate the Zimang Party, but he can also kick you out at any time and reclaim your Characteristic. Don't try to outsmart us; it won't do you any good."

As if he had hit the nail on the head, Singh, the new leader of the "Zimang Party," became somewhat more subdued.

This is really troublesome.

Seeing this, Gabriel sighed inwardly, filled with emotion.

Life is unpredictable. He should have been chatting with girls in the sun-drenched, passionate land of the Sun, instead of scheming against a stinky man in the cold, dark, and foggy land of Backlund.

Ambassador, it's all the fault of the newly appointed Intis ambassador to Loen, who brought him to Backlund with a transfer order. His main task now is to assist this savage and cunning highlander in regaining control of the Zimang Party, making this gang a lower-level organization of the Intis intelligence agency once again.

In short, it's not a pleasant job.

"Even if Mr. Gabriel doesn't allow us to act, couldn't you at least use your abilities to analyze the situation?"

Singh was silent for a moment, then spoke again, "I believe our interests are aligned. If my influence expands, the ambassador will recognize your achievements and give you a higher evaluation, won't he?"

This time, Gabriel hesitated for a moment.

The ambassador had told me that if I could achieve good results, I could return home early.

"All right."

He finally agreed, taking a pendant from his jacket pocket—a pure silver chain with a clear blue gemstone hanging from it. Seeing this, Singh tactfully took out a bunch of things from the safe: intelligence and information about the gang, as well as some personal belongings.

What do you want to know?

Gabriel took the items and placed them on the table, while also taking out paper and a pen.

As Sequence 9 Seer, he can perform Divination through occult connections and obtain unknown information.

It was thanks to his assistance, and the strength of Singh, who had also drunk the Sequence 9 "Hunter" Potion, that the Zimang Party was able to rise again in a short period of time and once again become a respectable underground force in the East Borough.

"Please do Divination for me regarding the personnel arrangements within the Lyman Gang."

Singh quickly said.

Based on the distribution of personnel, a corresponding attack plan can be formulated. Unlike his predecessor, Meursault, who was reckless and only knew how to force his way through, ultimately offending someone and disappearing without a trace.

"Personnel distribution"

Gabriel wrote down the corresponding Divination text, recited it seven times, and then Dream Infiltration, but soon woke up and quickly sketched on a blank sheet of paper.

Singh watched from the side, a strange look on his face.

"They're so scattered. They seem completely unprepared. Didn't they consider that I might launch another attack after I take back the territory?"

He knew the leader of the Lyman Gang well; he was a shrewd guy, just like himself. Surely he understood something as simple as this?

Something's not right.

Singh, feeling slightly uneasy, said, "Mr. Gabriel, please continue your Divination and see what the leader Ciel, is doing on the other side."

Gabriel performed the Divination as instructed.

He quickly awoke from his Dream, looking somewhat puzzled. Meeting Singh's questioning gaze, he said doubtfully, "I saw him doing charity work?"

Through Dream Divination, Gabriel saw that Ciel had been very busy lately, taking in some homeless people and providing them with food and shelter. His gang members were also doing the same thing, making it seem like they weren't a gang but some kind of charitable organization.

"Impossible! They were no different from other gangs before! There must be some deeper reason!"

Gabriel was getting a little carried away. As a "Seer," his Divination were usually very accurate, though occasionally they could be ambiguous. But this was the first time he had ever seen anything so strange.

Before Singh could say anything more, Gabriel hurriedly wrote down the Divination text once again:

The reason for Ciel's sudden change in personality.

After silently reciting the Divination statement seven times, he leaned back and, through his Spirituality connection with the Spirit World, directly entered the Dream.

A hazy Dream slowly unfolded before him, like a picture composed of layers of mist. Through the picture, he saw a silent shadow standing beside Ciel.

The figure was blurry and indistinct; all that could be seen was that he wore a crimson robe, its color vibrant and fresh, as if just splashed with blood. No, upon closer inspection, the surface of that red robe bore the agonizing faces of countless dead people, wailing and struggling.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, the other party looked at him, and a golden light flashed by.

"Ah--"

Gabriel let out a high-pitched, terrified scream, and with a "bang," his eyes popped out.

"Mr. Gabriel?!"

Singh cried out in surprise, but Gabriel could no longer answer. He covered his bloodied face, rolled on the ground, and screamed.

He saw me!

Gabriel cried out in terror, "He's coming! Help! I can't escape!"

"Mr. Gabriel, what are you talking about? You're insane!"

Singh was startled and quickly distanced himself from the other person.

Because Gabriel suddenly drew Revolver from his waist, this extraordinary person who could Divination the future and usually appeared First Grade now had bloodshot eyes.

"It's insane, it's so painful. I don't want to know. I don't want to endure it."

He said in terror and despair, pressing the gun to his chin, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.