Divination Immortal

He raised a finger to point at the simple price board he had just "written" using telekinesis—a small blackboard with chalk text that read: Tarot Divination - 100,000 points/session;

Crystal Ball Clairvoyance - 150,000 points/session; No bargaining, pay before divination, and spoke in his signature lazy tone:

"Tarot is one hundred thousand, crystal ball is one hundred fifty thousand. Pay the points first, then the divination. Get in line, no cutting."

Following the complete spread of how Sato Yuta had left in such an "animated" state, along with the subsequent attempts by a few skeptics.

Most of them were second and third-year students with relatively loose point balances, and after they also received "prophecies" that were shockingly accurate.

The once-deserted stall instantly became one of the focal points of the club recruitment plaza.

The queue grew longer, including many upperclassmen, while most first-year freshmen were still watching from the sidelines due to their limited points.

The questions asked by those who came for divination were varied: whether they would pass academic assessments, how to handle interpersonal relationships in class, whether their crushes were interested, and even minor strategies for class competition...

Lin Mu turned no one away, yet he maintained that same lazy demeanor, following the order of the queue without wasting a single word on small talk.

Every time, he would have the person draw a card, with the order of the cards naturally controlled by him in secret.

Then, he would combine the fragments of the future seen through his precognition with the person's current state of mind to provide an "interpretation."

Each time, he hit the nail on the head regarding their inner thoughts, even getting the smallest details exactly right.

The students whose fortunes were told were all filled with amazement and wonder, and the title of "Divination Immortal" spread rapidly.

Some were skeptical, but Lin Mu would occasionally use his telekinesis to have the tarot cards shuffle themselves or make the crystal ball glow with a faint light, creating a sense of mystery that left the doubters feeling uncertain.

Most others were simply won over by the high-priced yet "worth it" accuracy of the results.

There was even a girl from Class B in the second year who, after receiving a positive answer to her question about whether a boy in her class would accept her confession.

She ran off to verify it on the spot, and half an hour later, she returned with a flushed face, excitedly announcing that not only had he agreed, but he had also invited her out for a weekend shopping trip!

She immediately became Lin Mu's "volunteer promoter," taking the initiative to help maintain order and recommend him to new students.

The line in front of the small stall grew longer and longer, its popularity so great that even the bustling club stalls nearby seemed somewhat deserted.

Lin Mu mechanically repeated the "draw card-interpret-collect payment" process while distractedly monitoring the point balance on his terminal.

The numbers soared like a rocket: twenty thousand, two hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, eight hundred thousand... In less than half a day, the balance in his personal point account had already broken the million mark!

After deducting the sixty thousand points spent on props, his net profit was nearly a million! Far exceeding his initial expectations.

He was so happy inside he could almost hum a tune, but his face remained that same expression of indifference toward everything.

The self-cultivation of a professional "charlatan"—maintaining a persona of mystery and composure in front of customers.

When the lollipop in his mouth was almost finished, Lin Mu glanced at the reassuring seven-digit number on his terminal and decided to quit while he was ahead.

A million points were enough for him to comfortably slack off for a long time, and he could even stock up on a full year's supply of top-tier lollipops and various desserts.

Once a slacker has earned enough, they can pack up; he would never waste his precious energy and leisure time just to earn a little more.

He picked up the small blackboard price sign and, facing the crowd that was still queuing and looking at him with eager eyes, announced in a flat tone:

"Divination for today ends here. Closing up shop. If you still want a reading, please come earlier next time."

"Eh?!"

"How can you do this! I've been waiting for so long!"

"Classmate, can I pay extra? I'll pay double!"

"Are you coming back tomorrow?"

Sounds of regret, pleading, and offers of higher prices erupted instantly. Lin Mu ignored them all, too lazy to waste his breath.

He coordinated his telekinesis to begin packing up the stall.

The tent folded itself up, collapsed, and tied its own ropes; the table folded shut, and the supports returned to their places; the tarot cards flew into their box, the crystal ball dropped into its velvet bag; the small stool folded itself automatically...

All items were handled as if by invisible, skillful hands, completing the storage at a dazzling speed and precision, finally landing steadily at Lin Mu's feet, packed into two lightweight luggage bags.

The entire movement was fluid and surprisingly fast, leaving the nearby students who hadn't yet dispersed completely dumbfounded.

They assumed this "Divination Immortal" had simply maxed out his wilderness survival and organization skills, and no one thought to attribute it to superpowers.

Picking up the lightweight bags, Lin Mu turned and walked away, his short white hair fluttering in the afternoon breeze, deaf to the pleas and discussions behind him.

He walked briskly toward the dessert specialty store in the school's commercial district—having earned his first pot of gold, and a huge sum at that, he naturally had to treat himself well.

The dessert shop was filled with a dazzling array of goods and fragrant aromas.

Various exquisitely shaped cakes, fluffy and crispy cream puffs, colorful macarons, smooth and delicate puddings...

Lin Mu's eyes brightened as he entered "shopping spree" mode. Strawberry pudding? Take it! Chocolate lava cake?

Take it! Mango mille-feuille, matcha tiramisu, durian puffs... He took some of every flavor he liked, without even looking at the prices.

He even specifically selected a few boxes of high-end-looking handmade cookies and nut tarts, planning to stock up for afternoon tea and late-night snacks.

When checking out, his terminal deducted nearly one hundred thousand points, but he didn't even frown, feeling completely confident.

Carrying two full bags of sweet-smelling delicacies, Lin Mu found a quiet, sunny corner under a tree on campus to sit down.

Leaning against the thick trunk, he unwrapped a strawberry pudding and scooped a piece into his mouth with a small spoon.

Cool and smooth, sweet but not cloying, the fresh scent of strawberries instantly permeated his mouth, traveling through his taste buds to every limb and bone.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled, flickering spots of light onto his short white hair and cold, sharp profile.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his entire being wrapped in an almost tangible sense of comfort and laziness.

With a million points in hand, he had dessert freedom, and the pressure of personal points had been swept away entirely.

Finally, he could slack off in Class D safely and securely, without a single worry in the world.

This was the perfect life of doing nothing that he had dreamed of.

He ate his pudding at a leisurely pace, already calculating in his mind: from now on, this divination stall would only open when he felt like it.

There was no need to go every day; his points were more than enough to spend. Occasionally showing up to do business would be enough to maintain the reputation and mystery of the Divination Immortal.

The rest of his time would be spent sleeping, playing games, tasting desserts, and properly enjoying life...

The sunlight was warm and cozy, and the sweetness seeped into his body and mind.

Lin Mu leaned against the tree trunk, completely immersed in the immense happiness he had traded his "superpower" for.

(I've been a bit busy with work lately, so updates will be irregular. Once I'm on vacation, I'll go back to two updates a day.)