"At the mont, I can only predict a limited future based on established facts and imagined logic," Rod said. "It can’t be too far-reaching, the scope can’t be too broad, the impact can’t be too great, and it requires the consumption of a vast amount of Spiritual Energy."
Asa mocked loudly, "Worthless, absolutely worthless! No use at all, yet the cost is so huge. What’s the point of having you?"
Suddenly, he turned his head sharply and spoke to Rod in a tone he had never used before.
"Respected heir of the Source Heavenly God, such trash is unworthy of your efforts. If you are willing to hand it over to , I am ready to collaborate with you and assist you in becoming the only King of the Deep Dark Age."
"I am an ancient evil spirit with abilities and wisdom beyond your imagination. If it weren’t for being dragged down by that fool, you wouldn’t have obtained my cooperation so easily."
The Book of the Future spoke out loud, "Don’t believe him, Master. You have no idea how vile this guy is; he will definitely betray you..."
"Enough!"
Rod had no ti to listen to their argunt.
"We’ll discuss this matter later; for now, use this ability to help save soone."
With a thought, he instantly returned to the Church’s dical facility.
The crowd in front of him was still arguing incessantly, while Jon’s soul began to show signs of Black Water seepage, indicating his descent into corruption.
Vivian burst into tears, and Velas’s face turned ashen, his fists clenched as if ready to step forward.
But Rod preempted him with his action.
He stepped into the center of the crowd and shouted loudly.
"Shut up!"
His voice echoed throughout the entire hall, making the rafters buzz.
Everyone looked at him in shock.
Rod spoke directly, "Now, quickly go over your healing plans!"
No one spoke.
The burly man ca back to his senses and roared, "Who are you? So green kid. Do you know where you are? Do you know who we are?"
Rod’s robes of the hall were switched by Ado, with the fla mark on his neck. He looked young and didn’t appear to be a formidable figure.
Slap!
Youse could no longer hold back and slapped the man, sending him flying.
dical fighters aren’t very strong, but she was the strongest among them.
"Don’t you dare be rude to my little Rod."
She turned around, her fierce expression turning instantly tender.
"Little Rod, I believe in you. You don’t act recklessly; your actions must have reasons and confidence."
She started to rapidly describe her plan.
In the anti, many people were gazing at him in astonishnt, with Vivian and Velas looking as if they had seen a savior. But they were afraid of disturbing Rod and didn’t dare to approach him.
After a mont, Rod asked in his mind, "Book, will this work? Can you see the consequences of healing Jon based on this plan?"
The pages of the Book of the Future turned without any wind, and Rod felt a massive amount of Spiritual Energy being drawn from his body. But with his current total amount of Spiritual Energy, he could withstand it.
"Yes," it said.
"Soul is shattered, death."
Rod sighed inwardly and said, "Next."
Youse looked a little disappointed, but didn’t mind, and spoke up loudly, "Next, hurry, he is Rod, the Miracle Creator, our hope!"
The mont Youse called out Rod’s na, more than half of the people recognized him.
The other half, though they had not seen him, had heard of his na and knew he was one of the brightest new stars of the year, a new generation powerhouse who had created countless miracles.
So everyone, following Rod’s instructions, detailed their own plans, the burly man included, despite being knocked away.
But the outcos seen by the Book of the Future were either imdiate death or corruption and transformation into a monster, with no glimr of hope.
Even after the last one finished speaking, the situation had not changed.
Rod looked around, "Is that all?"
Priscilla softly answered, "That’s all. The top dical practitioners who could be gathered from Royal City are all here."
Could it be?
Rod frowned.
Was Jon dood?
No, that’s not right.
Perhaps the conditions weren’t enough; I should create more conditions.
Rod’s thoughts raced, and he quickly reviewed all his possessions, then asked, "Book of the Future, if in the sa conditions, we add the Goddess’ Tears as well, what then?"
The Book of the Future ran through all the conditions again and answered, "Now there’s a chance of success appearing. Youse and Priscilla’s combined plan has the highest success rate, fifty-two percent."
Rod felt a sudden surge of joy, followed by concern.
Fifty-two percent seed high, but in practice, there was still a fifty percent chance of failure.
He didn’t want to gamble, but it appeared he had no other option.
Just as he was about to speak, Rod suddenly noticed a sinister voice erging from the Dream Realm.
"Hehehe, those two fools, they don’t even know how to use the precious Goddess’ Tears. That Chosen of Fire is as good as dead. I won’t tell them that the collapse of Trolian starts with him. Sooner or later, I’ll be free, mwahahaha!"
After listening for a while, Rod realized that this seed to be Asa’s inner voice.
It seed he was unaware that in the Dream Realm, there are no secrets, and his innermost thoughts were heard by Rod without reserve.
Rod glanced at him ntally in the Dream Realm, where Asa’s visage was twisted and he was chuckling wickedly, apparently plotting sothing.
He didn’t seem to be pretending.
Rod intentionally asked, "Book, if I conduct the soul surgery and evenly sprinkle the Goddess’ Tears over Jon’s body, what would be the outco of that usage?"
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