Prophecy

When the words "Eternal Moon" came out of Father Jing's mouth, Chen Miemie realized that the connection to himself was probably about to be revealed.

Sure enough.

Father Jing looked at Chen Miemie with a complex gaze.

"My [Mystery], disguised as a divination teacher in the school, is actually prophecy.

Of course, I don't have the ability to foresee the future out of thin air. I need a medium, which is a part of the target's body.

After obtaining the meteorite fragment of the Eternal Moon and making numerous preparations, four years ago, under circumstances I didn't even understand myself, I actually succeeded in making a prophecy directed at the Eternal Moon by accident.

The price was heavy. I regressed from the peak of [Mystery] 6 back to [Mystery] 5, damaging my foundation, which is still hard to recover from to this day.

But I think it was worth it.

I received an extremely vague prophecy.

Or rather, a possibility of the future.

'If a student in the school dies twice, the era of the Eternal Moon will descend.'

This is an unprecedented era of the Eternal Moon. If I could bring it about, what an honor it would be for me.

I didn't understand what 'die twice' meant, but I knew I had to find the person first.

Ecstatic, I disguised myself as Teacher Jing and began searching for this student."

Chen Miemie roughly guessed the direction of the rest of the story:

"So, it took you about two years, and you found me when I was in the fourth grade?"

"Yes, prophecies take a lot of energy, so I can't just cast them at will. Going through the students one by one, I finally found you.

After finding you, I made my move. I wanted to kill you once first."

"Did you ever think that the prophecy might not be true? What if you killed the wrong person, wouldn't I have died for nothing?"

Father Jing and the Clown were very much in agreement this time, saying almost in unison, "So what if we killed the wrong person? What does it matter?"

Chen Miemie looked at these two religious fanatics, deeply feeling that they were not on the same wavelength.

"Your mother, Chen Miaomiao, almost wiped out my forces that time. There are also people secretly protecting you in the city. I temporarily lacked the strength to take military action, and besides, I figured sending experts would just attract Chen Miaomiao again."

"Wait, who is protecting me in the city?"

"The Seventh Seat of the Witches' Tea Party, as well as certain people in the municipal government. None of them want anything to happen to you in Sixiang City."

"Alright, go on."

"Through my observations at the school, I found that ordinary people who aren't Mystics seem to be able to roughhouse with you, and even hurt you, without triggering the alarms the witch placed on you.

I also found a loophole in your protection: the things Chen Miaomiao herself occasionally sent you were not within the scope of items she considered 'a threat to you.'

Thus, after a full two years of preparation, I finally found an opportunity.

By manipulating Zhen Liulang, I found an assassin named Ash to carry out the assassination at your door."

Chen Miemie already knew what happened next.

"No, if you wanted to kill me, you could have just killed me. Why did you have to move me to Room 1803 in the South District Building? Wouldn't Paradise Building have worked?"

"No, that was the apartment Chen Miaomiao arranged for you. I didn't know how many countermeasures were left inside, and I couldn't take the risk.

That day, you were drugged on your way home and taken directly to the South District Building."

"Who signed for the package at Paradise Building?"

"Nurse Zhao, she lives right above you."

"There was a bodyguard named [King Kong]."

"My people killed him. He showed up unexpectedly and saw Nurse Zhao. Fortunately, he was also a senior believer of the church and agreed on the spot to cooperate with some of our actions."

"A believer. No wonder you sent time to his family after killing him."

"I didn't send time to his family."

"His family said they received an unknown transfer."

"I don't know, it wasn't me."

At this point, Chen Miemie had basically connected all the dots. Of course, there were still a few minor doubts, but he couldn't be bothered to ask them one by one in this situation.

Chen Miemie had no more questions, and the Clown grinned and began.

"You deliberately placed Chen Miemie in Room 1803 of the South District Building because you knew I lived on that floor. You wanted to frame me for his death afterwards, right?

When the Great Witch comes knocking... hiss, I'm so scared~

We really need to settle this score properly."

Father Jing smiled coldly. "We have plenty of scores to settle, one more won't make a difference. Shouldn't we talk about the main business? Who is going to repair the seal?"

The Clown put on an exaggerated smiling face. "You caused the destruction last time, you set up the trial this time, and you even assassinated Chen Miemie. Do you think this is a multiple-choice question?"

Father Jing ignored the Clown.

He faced Chen Miemie.

"In my eyes, you are a great one.

Shortly after the assassination, the Eighth Era arrived. The contents of my prophecy had been fulfilled. After that, I stopped all harmful actions and merely observed in silence.

Killed but not dead, turning danger into safety at every turn... I guessed that you are the spokesperson for the new race of the Eternal Moon.

I discovered a new, bizarre race in the city. She had visited the church. Combined with your existence, I knew that Sixiang City might be the chosen initial city. That is why I destroyed the seal.

Now that you yourself are here, representing the object of my faith, I will definitely execute your will."

Father Jing's canvassing tactics were not superb. He could have spoken more provocatively, but he chose a plain and unadorned expression.

Chen Miemie looked at the Clown, gesturing, "It's your turn to say something."

The Clown suddenly jumped in front of Father Jing, face to face, separated only by the blood pillars of both sides.

"You will definitely execute it? Backstabbing colleagues, backstabbing the people who backstabbed with you, and now backstabbing the city that raised you. Father Jing, your words aren't very credible."

Father Jing met the Clown's gaze without yielding.

"I've always only spoken of 'sneak attacks,' 'assassinations,' and 'silencing.' Backstabbing? I've never done that."

"Hehe, interesting. Born here, raised here, achieving fame and success here, and then selling this place out to a new race... that's not called backstabbing?"

Father Jing slowly shook his head.

"I am a bishop of the Moon Church, and I am unfailingly loyal to the Moon in this life.

The object of my faith is first the Moon, and only then my race and city.

The Moon protects the world, and in the vast majority of cases, it aligns with the interests of the city, so there is no contradiction.

But this time, the two directions diverge.

I am merely steadfastly following my primary faith."