Vishy's Ambition

Haha, that idiot!

Vishy could barely suppress the wild joy in his heart. He hummed a distant Elf nursery rhyme, his face breaking into a brilliant smile that would have chilled anyone who knew the Phantom Prophet to the bone.

In the chaotic era when Vishy was active, almost everyone knew this saying: "When you see the Phantom Prophet with an expression on his face, run, or you're dead. When you see the Phantom Prophet smiling from ear to ear, kill yourself, or you're about to wish you were dead."

Because it meant he was about to get what he wanted.

If anyone thought Vishy had only relied on the "One-Week Walkthrough" to be reborn and then slaughter the mortal world until it suffocated, they were looking down far too much on the genius arcanists of his era. Getting lucky once or twice was one thing, but every single time, he managed to snatch the largest share of the spoils at the most suitable moment. Not to mention he had repeatedly disguised himself, infiltrated other factions, and stolen treasures he had absolutely no way of knowing about. After enough time passed, even if people could not be certain he was a regressor, they would still regard him as a Prophecy Spell user ahead of his age.

By the time Vishy became a Legendary Arcanist, his "One-Week Walkthrough" had basically lost all meaning. After all, the reality he had drastically interfered with was already completely different from the first run.

Yet that was when his recklessness truly began—since those intricate and complicated plans were no longer possible, he would simply use the most effective method.

Kill.

In ordinary people's impression, an evil Prophecy Spell user should be the kind of schemer who had everything in hand, sowing discord in human nature,