A Bizarre Divination "Knowledge" Has Increased

Time flew by until the next day.

The spring sun was warm, casting bright, cozy patches of light onto the wooden floor through the dormitory window.

Linmu Fujimiya had an Alpenliebe lollipop dangling from his mouth, still wearing that lazy, half-asleep expression.

He carried his bag of divination tools, neatly packed the day before, in both hands, strolling leisurely toward the plaza where the club recruitment was taking place.

He was setting up shop today not because he lacked points—his account held a steady million, enough to last him a long while.

The main reason was to solidify his reputation as the Divination Immortal. A reputation is like a boat sailing against the current; if you don't advance, you retreat.

The dense crowds during the club recruitment period at the start of the semester were the golden window to continuously build popularity and reinforce his image.

By capitalizing on this momentum to increase his presence, he wouldn't have to worry about attracting "fated ones (and their points)" even if he slacked off later, fishing for three days and drying nets for two.

Steady, long-term gains and earning points while lying down were the keys to a secure and worry-free life of laziness.

He arrived at yesterday's spot, a relatively quiet corner on the edge of the plaza, though it wouldn't stay quiet for long.

Linmu set down his luggage without even bending his waist much.

His fingertips twitched imperceptibly, and his psychokinesis activated silently, acting like invisible, nimble hands.

With a series of soft, rhythmic "pop" and "click" sounds, the folding tent's frame popped open, quickly extending and locking into place.

The small folding table unfolded steadily, its four legs landing firmly on the ground.

The exquisite velvet box containing his tarot cards and the crystal ball (along with its black velvet base) floated out of the bag on their own, landing precisely on the dark velvet cloth covering the table.

Even the small blackboard that read, "Tarot Divination - 100,000 points/session; Crystal Ball Scrying - 150,000 points/session. No bargaining, pay before divination," floated up and stood firmly at the front of the stall, ensuring every passerby could see it at a glance.

The entire process was smooth and fluid, taking barely ten seconds to set up a professional-looking (and mysterious) divination stall, as if invisible servants were attending to him.

Only then did Linmu sit down on his small stool, adjusting to his most comfortable position with his legs crossed casually, the plastic stick of his lollipop swaying gently with his breath.

He remained the picture of ultimate laziness—never standing if he could sit, and never sitting if he could lie down.

However, the stall's quietude did not last long.

Given the "walked in worried, walked out overjoyed" effect of Sato Yuta from the day before.

Coupled with the rave reviews from several second and third-year students who had been amazed by the jaw-dropping accuracy of the details in their predictions, his reputation had spread like ink dropped into clear water.

The first-year students who had hesitated the day before due to limited points seemed to have reached a tacit understanding today. Having spent another day getting familiar with the campus environment, they felt more confident in their "spending power" and flocked over.

(Knowing the cafeteria has free vegetable salad so you won't starve, do you really have to be emperors at the start of the month and eat dirt at the end?)

Many students even made special trips from the dormitory area and teaching buildings, including many upperclassmen.

In just a moment, the previously empty space in front of the stall was packed tight, a sea of heads and a rising tide of noise.

The buzz was even more intense than the day before, making him one of the most eye-catching focal points in the recruitment plaza.

"It really is here! That white-haired fortune teller!"

"I heard he's super accurate! He can even tell what color the person you have a crush on likes!" (What kind of perverted senior's divination content is that?)

"Is it for real? 100,000 points a pop... that's so expensive."

"Expensive for a reason! A senior from the Economics Department came yesterday for a group project reading, and he even predicted who in their group would slack off and who would end up fighting!" (What kind of bizarre gossip is that, bro?)

"Get in line! Don't push!"

Linmu leaned against his small stool, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding clamor, his lollipop spinning constantly in his mouth.

When business came, he naturally turned no one away, but his attitude remained the same—a standardized "draw cards (or choose crystal ball) - interpret - collect payment" process. He never said a word of small talk, let alone offered enthusiastic sales pitches.

Occasionally, a wealthy third-year senior (perhaps with romantic troubles?) would grit her teeth and choose the more expensive crystal ball scrying. Linmu would take the order all the same, pretending to stare into the crystal ball for a moment before spitting out a few "prophecies," which were just as accurate. (It's a scam, what's the difference from tarot cards? There is a difference, brother; this way you can free up your hands.)

He used his psychokinesis to subtly control the order of every deck of tarot cards drawn, ensuring the card combinations corresponded to the key fragments of the future he captured via his precognition.

Combined with the subtle expressions and tone of voice the client used when asking questions, as well as the surface-level anxiety or anticipation he read through telepathy.

A few sparse words were often enough to strike the heart of the matter, even pointing out details others didn't know and the clients themselves hadn't voiced.

Those who were read were all shocked, their expressions quickly turning into amazement and conviction. Most would excitedly share their magical experience with those in line as they left.

The name "Divination Immortal" spread like wildfire, thoroughly circulating through the recruitment plaza and across every grade level.

Even some second and third-year students who weren't interested in divination had heard of this magical white-haired student from Class D.

Of course, there were occasional voices of doubt. Some thought the price was absurd, while others simply didn't believe in metaphysics.

To this, Linmu couldn't even be bothered to lift his eyelids, let alone waste breath on explanations.

The clients whose "prophecies" had come true would naturally step up to clarify for him, some even showing "evidence" of how the divination results perfectly matched their real-life experiences.

After a few times, the voices of doubt faded rapidly, replaced by an even more surging curiosity and desire to try.

The line in front of the stall grew longer and longer, winding like a snake.

His popularity was so absurdly high that the stalls of several other clubs, which had originally relied on performances and demos to attract people, looked deserted in comparison.

Many club leaders looked at the bustling scene around Linmu, able only to sigh in secret envy.

Lin Mu mechanically repeated the reception process while glancing out of the corner of his eye at the point balance continuously ticking upward on his terminal screen.

His face remained expressionless, but inwardly he was silently calculating his "work hours" and "hourly wage" for the day, figuring he could wrap things up soon and head back to catch up on sleep.

Just as he was interpreting a tarot card for a nervous third-year senior regarding "whether she could pass a certain important qualification exam," he was interrupted.

A subtle, unusual sound, distinct from the typical commotion of the queue, suddenly drifted in from the edge of the crowd.

The previously noisy chatter was stifled as if by an invisible hand, dying down until a delicate silence rippled outward.

Two figures slowly walked through the crowd, which parted automatically, and approached his stall.