I play prophet in Salvation Organization

Chapter 18 Creation of Adam

prophet……

The "Weaver of Webs" looked at Bering in a daze.

After a while, it said in disbelief: "Wait, do you mean that you saw my future?!"

Bering nodded slightly when he heard the words: "It can be understood in this way, but to be more precise, I am just watching the spinning of fate, and the end of the spinning happens to be you, that's all."

After receiving Bering's answer, the "Web Weaver" became even more bewildered: "No, this is absolutely impossible..."

"The domain of 'time' is absolutely impossible for human beings to touch!" It glared at Bering viciously, "Even we are just sand immersed in time!"

"But you, you actually told me that you can predict the future?! No, you are absolutely lying, ridiculous! Extremely ridiculous!"

Seeing the "Web Weaver" with "You're lying to me" all over his face, Bering couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

"Time is not the domain of human beings?" He thought thoughtfully, "Then why can I predict the future in the original world?"

It's interesting, this is the first time I have encountered a serious alien, and I have obtained such a large amount of information from the other party so casually.

And it seems that not only time, the self in the original world has even touched the concept of "space".

The evidence is that Bering from another world appeared in this world and occupied this body.

After thinking about it, Bering's eyes flickered slightly.

That's right, after all, alien species are things produced by distortions of reason, thinking, and rules. Before they are twisted into twists, they may indeed be able to glimpse some ultimates that are difficult for humans to understand.

In other words, basically every alien species can understand the secrets that humans cannot understand.

"It seems that we must increase our enthusiasm for dealing with alien species," Bering thought in his heart. "If these guys can handle it properly, they may be able to learn a lot of interesting clues. To a certain extent, alien species themselves may be evading the future." One of the 'keys'."

But now, it seems that the unbelievable guy in front of him should be appeased first.

"The Weaver of the Web" seems to be because his world view has been completely subverted, so that he has developed some kind of manic depression that is difficult to resolve, so that the face of its derivative body has become very ugly.

This gave Bering another clue, that is, the emotions of the alien species seemed to fluctuate extremely violently.

Well, this guy really gave himself a lot of treasures.

Thinking of this, Bering stood up from the gaming chair and looked straight at the "Web Weaver" in front of him.

After a while, he smiled and said, "Take a closer look."

"When did I give you the illusion that 'I'm actually human'?"

Eh?
Listening to Bering's words, the "Web Weaver" was slightly taken aback.

What an illusion, obviously...

Ok? !

In the next second, as if sensing something, "The Weaver of the Web" turned his gaze back to Bering's body, scanning up and down.

Its expression was tense and distorted, its eyes seemed to be nailed to Bering's body, and the eyeballs almost fell out of the eye sockets.

After a while, it slowly took two steps back: "No...impossible."

"What the hell are you?!" It tore its cheeks, its eyes were bloodshot red, "Human?! The same kind?! Alive?! Dead?! No, neither!!"

"Can't understand, can't perceive, nothing! No, nothing!!""

"You're empty, you're a scarecrow, you're skin, you're bone, you're a piece of meat that lacks strings..."

"Weaving" desperately tearing his face, his fingertips are sharp to pull down some muscles, and the bright red inside is exposed: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Its expression was so distorted, and its voice was so crazy that Lin He next to him subconsciously frowned, clasped his fingers tightly, and a little panic flashed across his face.

She is purely expressionless, but she is not without emotion. Seeing this kind of guy who looks like a demon, she will still feel resistance and fear.

She glanced at the people next to her, but was surprised to find that there was no one sitting on a chair besides herself.Everyone was lying on the table, unable to make a sound.

Empty and empty, just like the aura emanating from that alien species right now, this "Xingyuan Internet Cafe" seems to be separated from the world, and only the three "people" in the center can move.

Although this alien species is weak according to the prophet, its ability seems to be very tricky...

Can the Prophet deal with such a guy?
Lin He glanced at Bai Ling worriedly, wanting to see what he was thinking.

Then in the next second, she saw Bering reaching out his hand towards the collapsed monster.

Immediately afterwards, he gently touched the monster's head.

This movement was so abrupt that the maddened monster was also stunned, subconsciously looking up at Bering.

Facing the gaze of the monster, Bering smiled gently.

"As I said before, I am a 'prophet'," Bering said in a gentle voice, "I am neither human nor alien."

"In the final analysis, the addition of concepts should be a very stupid thing for you. Concepts can give people meaning, but for you, is concept such a simple thing that can be interpreted?"

Looking at the "Web Weaver", Bering's voice was like flowing water: "In the future, you should see a variant named 'Jason', and its existence should be the monster after the rules are truly abstracted away."

"If you lose your mind because you saw me, then after seeing that guy, I'm afraid you will really go crazy."

The future "disaster" level alien species "Jason" is an existence that truly makes its alien species fear.

For this guy, the diary only said [conceptual abstraction].Regarding this sentence, Bering didn't know the reason before, but now he probably understands that perhaps "concept" is the root of the existence of alien species.

After the "concept" is affected, the survival and development of the alien species will probably be affected, just like the current "web weaver" - Bering can clearly feel that its form seems to be disintegrating.

If it wasn't for being interrupted by Bering, perhaps this future "disaster" level alien species would end its "life" early today.

Alien species are products of distorted knowledge, reason, and thinking, but it seems that what constitutes their bones is still a "concept".

Looking at the "Web Weaver", Bering said with a smile: "If you really can't recognize and understand me, then you might as well remove me from all concepts, such as classifying me into the exclusive 'prophet' race Go. Call me whatever you like, if you like."

"Of course, this is just a trivial matter."

He looked at the "Web Weaver", and the expression on his face gradually became serious: "Actually, I didn't come here to destroy you. On the contrary, I came to save you."

save me?

The "Web Weaver" stopped its own disintegration, and looked at Bering again.

"That's right, to save you," Bering stretched out his hand towards the "Web Weaver", "let you escape the shackles of your identity, and walk in this world with a better identity."

"Your dream should be to walk in a physical form, right? You want to really walk in scenic spots, not in photos and film and television works. You also want to eat very spicy dishes, and you don't want to just be satisfied with words and words description. You also want to experience rain and running water, want to see the life of 'Xiao Hao', want to go to high school..."

Bering's voice was very soothing, and every wish was like a small bubble, shining with crystal clear light in the air.

"Weaver of Webs" looked at Bering blankly.

These... should all be hidden in the deepest part of its heart, and no one knows about it.

At this moment, Bering, who is holding up the secret buried deep in his heart, looks so soft and dazzling in the eyes of the "web spinner".

I have never mentioned it to anyone, and many things I even only have vague concepts can be explained in a soft tone by the guy in front of me.

Is this guy really something like a "prophet"?
Even if they are not "prophets", they can fully understand themselves, "similar".

The "Web Weaver" stared blankly at Bering and Bering's outstretched hand.

That hand looked so radiant to it now, as if it could be reached by reaching out.

It's like the pale "hand of God" touching Adam in a classical oil painting.

(End of this chapter)