I play prophet in Salvation Organization

Chapter 3 Ten Seconds
ten seconds.

This is what Bering discovered after testing his abilities.

His ability seems to be based on how much his consciousness can sink. Right now, his consciousness can only dive a very shallow distance, which is reflected in his ability to peek into the future "ten seconds later".

Compared to Bering in this world, this ability can be said to be so tasteless that people can't help but sigh...

Although I don't know how deep the "Bering" in the original world can dive into the "ocean of consciousness" and how far into the future he can see, but based on the information in the diary three years later, Bering feels that it is probably more difficult than he should be. It is a million points stronger.

Well, that is to the extent of the Milky Way between fingers, it is easy to make up for it with more practice!
Rubbing his temples and pressing his palms on the diary, Bering's eyes became serious again: "However, it's not that there is no good news at all."

According to "Bering" in the original world, every time he used his ability, he would feel very weak and tired, and his whole body felt as empty as if his body had been hollowed out.

This is the price of using abilities, and it is also the reason why the original world itself was unwilling to use more abilities before.

But Bering found that he didn't seem to have any troubles in this regard.

"Although it may be due to the fact that my ability is too weak now, I have used it hundreds of times this morning, and I have never felt tired. According to the original world, when the ability is weak, within an hour He can only use it twice at most..."

Rubbing his chin, Bering came to a conclusion: "That is to say, the plan of card ability bug seems to be successful?"

Now that he is a "dead person", he no longer needs to pay his life as a price to use unlimited abilities?

If so...

He slapped the table hard, and a happy smile filled Bering's pale face: "Then I can be called a superpower now?!"

Wuhu, take off!
The ability to "predict the future" is a BUG level no matter what work it is placed in. In order to limit this kind of BUG, ​​the creators have to desperately lock and restrict this ability.But now, as an out-and-out "prophecy" ability user, I am not subject to these restrictions at all!

In other words, you can see the future as you want!
Touching the bullet hole on his chest, the smile on Bering's face gradually disappeared.

"But this world seems quite dangerous," he looked at the sky outside the window, "and according to the diary, in the next period of time, this world will become even more dangerous..."

There will be more and more monsters called "alien species", and there will be more and more disasters.In the future after a few years, the living conditions of human beings will gradually shrink, weaken, and even perish.

Lying on the table, Bering sighed a long time: "Although I am a superpower now, I still can't do anything."

He looked at his pale and colorless palm, and couldn't find the blood vessels on the palm at all: "Now we must find a method that can effectively avoid future disasters, and at present I am a 'corpse'."

Although it looks like I can run and jump right now, if I just leave it alone, I will stink...

And maybe as time goes by, I will slowly swell, explode, intestines will flow all over the floor, and even become a skeleton...

hiss!
Just thinking of this made Bering feel scared!
That's right, we must find a way to avoid it!
At least don't let yourself stink!
Thinking of this, Bering continued to flip through the diary.

I have to say, perhaps because of the ability to predict, my own thinking in the original world is much more meticulous, and I have more preparations.

At least Bering found some methods left for him from the diary, and the original world itself provided some ideas that seemed to be effective.

For example, find a coffin to bury yourself, maintain the necessary physiological functions, or give yourself glucose, or even suck some blood and other messy whimsical ideas...

After slapping it heavily on the diary, Bering gritted his teeth and said, "Am I a vampire?!"

Sitting on the chair, Bering continued to look down.

After looking at it for a while, he let out a soft "Huh".

It seems that it was just a joke before, and the description at the back of the diary is a little more serious.

"Establish an organization?" Looking at this line of words, Bering's eyes flickered slightly, "Yes, after all, it may be difficult to solve so many difficulties by relying on me alone."

But the words of the organization.

Although a qualified organization can bring a lot of convenience to people, and can also improve the means of coping with danger, how to establish an organization and how to operate it is a difficulty for Bering...

However, it is not completely impossible.

Tapping the table with his fingers, Bering's eyes fell on the open diary again.

It is to prevent similar situations, so the original world has provided Bering with many excellent talents.The past, present and future of these talents are all summarized in a highly succinct way, lying quietly in the diary.

For those with the ability to "predict", it is often a simple matter to find talents.

A "prophet" is a person who can look beyond the long river of time and break the flow of time.In the eyes of the "prophet", the time that people cannot understand is just a clock that can be counted.

Probably for the former "Bering", the world was like this.

Looking at the many people whose names were recorded in the diary, Bering pursed his lips.

"Let's go to this place first." He opened the phone's map and pointed to a certain place. "Before creating an organization, you need a good enough assistant."

That place is not too close to Bering's current home. It is located in the outskirts of the city, with beautiful scenery, quiet environment, and fresh and good air conditions. The contrast with the urban area is quite sharp.

This is also normal, after all, as a "funeral home", it is indeed a bit strange to be close to the residential area.

Looking at this place named "Xiping Funeral Home", a faint smile appeared on Bering's pale face.

"...Anyway, I have to find a way to keep my corpse from stinking and turning into bones."

(End of this chapter)