You Are Not Worthy of Being My Teacher

Derivative Space. Snowflakes drifted down, landing one by one on the tiny slip of paper.

Though this prophecy was supposedly meant for Lain, its true spearhead pointed at Li Ziran himself.

Soul Plasma trade, soul mentor, Soul Transformation.

Everything seemed to have come true completely, and next, this man would teach him the knowledge of Soul Transformation.

At that moment, Bowente's face appeared before him again. When they had parted, the other man had still carried the warmth and kindness of a close friend.

But now, things were completely different.

Impossible!

Li Ziran refused to believe it was true, yet wasn't the Soul Severing just mentioned knowledge related to Soul Transformation?

This was absolutely impossible.

Li Ziran forcibly calmed himself—more precisely, he shifted his attention away from the slip of paper.

If everything could be predicted, then what was the point of struggling desperately?

In Li Ziran's understanding, survival had always been difficult at every step, never something easily attained.

Yet now, that very belief was being shaken.

If one could truly roam through the future, then whenever one was hungry, one only needed to go where prey would appear.

This slip of paper was assailing his very philosophy of survival.

But in Lain's eyes, Li Ziran's evasion seemed like an acknowledgment of fate.

He stepped forward and lightly patted Li Ziran's shoulder. "Li, I didn't believe it either. When I first obtained this slip of paper, I thought it was someone's joke. After all, it mentioned Soul Plasma. But when I saw you, I felt something in the dark." Lain smiled and shook his head. "I am convinced now. It is real. Someone came back from the future. He is fulfilling us—no, more accurately, he is fulfilling you!"

Li Ziran felt no joy at being flattered. Instead, fear rose