An Eccentric 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 Alpine original flavor lollipop in his mouth, wearing his usual lazy, half-asleep expression.

Carrying his neatly packed bag of divination tools from the day before in both hands, he strolled slowly toward the plaza where the club recruitment was being held.

He wasn't setting up shop today because he lacked points; his account was sitting comfortably on a million-point fortune, more than enough for him to squander for a long time.

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 flow of people during the club recruitment period at the start of the semester was the golden window to continuously build popularity and reinforce his brand.

By capitalizing on this wave of hype to increase his presence, he wouldn't have to worry about a lack of "fated ones (and their points)" coming to him, even if he fished for three days and dried his nets for two, setting up shop only when he felt like it later on.

Steady, long-term gains and earning points while lying down were the only ways to ensure his slacker life remained stable and worry-free.

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 bag 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 automatically popped out its frame, quickly expanded, and locked into place.

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

The exquisite velvet box containing his tarot cards and his 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 Clairvoyance - 150,000 points/session. No bargaining, pay before the reading" "floated" up and stood firmly at the very front of the stall, ensuring everyone passing by could see it at a glance.

The entire process was fluid and effortless, 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 epitome of ultimate laziness—the type who would never stand if he could sit, and never sit if he could lie down.

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

Given the "walked in with a worried face, walked out with a joyful heart" effect of Sato Yuta from the day before.

Coupled with the fact that several second and third-year seniors had raved about the jaw-dropping precision of the details in his predictions after their own readings, 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 that the cafeteria has free vegetable salad and you won't starve, do you really have to live like emperors at the start of the month and eat dirt at the end?)

There were even many students who had heard the news and rushed over specifically from the dormitory area and teaching buildings, including quite a few upperclassmen.

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

The hype was even more intense than yesterday, and it had clearly become one of the most eye-catching focal points in the club recruitment plaza.

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

"I heard he's super accurate! He can even tell what color your crush likes!" (What kind of perverted senior's reading is that?)

"For real? 100,000 points a pop... that's so expensive."

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

"Line up, line up! Don't push!"

Linmu leaned back on 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 process of "draw cards (or choose crystal ball) - interpret - collect payment," never saying a word of small talk, let alone offering enthusiastic sales pitches.

Occasionally, a wealthy third-year senior (perhaps with love troubles?) would grit her teeth and choose the more expensive crystal ball clairvoyance. Linmu would accept the order, stare at the crystal ball for a moment with a feigned look of concentration, and then spit out a few "prophecies," which were just as accurate. (What 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 through his precognition related to the client.

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

A few brief words were often enough to hit the nail on the head, even pointing out details that others didn't know and the client hadn't even voiced themselves.

Those whose fortunes were told were all left in shock, which quickly turned into amazement and conviction. Most would excitedly share their magical experience with those waiting in line as they left.

The name "Divination Immortal" spread like wildfire, completely taking over the club recruitment area and even every grade level.

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

Of course, there were occasional voices of doubt. Some felt the price was outrageous, 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 customers whose "prophecies" had been accurately fulfilled would naturally step up to clarify for him, and some even showed "evidence" of how the divination results perfectly matched their real-life experiences.

After a few times, the voices of doubt quickly faded, 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 clubs nearby, which originally relied on performances and demos to attract people, looked deserted by comparison.

Many club leaders looked at the bustling scene at Linmu's stall and could only sigh with secret envy.

Lin Mu repeated the reception process mechanically while glancing out of the corner of his eye at the point balance that kept jumping and climbing on his terminal screen.

His face remained expressionless, but he was silently calculating his "working hours" and "hourly wage" for the day, figuring it was almost time to pack up and go 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, different from the typical commotion of the queue, suddenly drifted in from the edge of the crowd.

The noisy chatter was as if pinched by an invisible hand, dropping low, and a delicate silence spread out like ripples.

Two figures walked slowly through the crowd that had automatically parted, approaching his stall.

(Event duration: May 1st to May 5th)