Chapter 2809: Chapter 2804: The 13th-Day Talk (61)

So, have you finally realized it?

Meddling with the timeline is something I’ve experienced for a long time.

The precursor’s tone became almost word by word heavy, his expression as solemn as declaring the heliocentric theory.

However, the specifics held little novelty for Fu Qian.

The truly extractable core information consisted only of two points: while writing the second sentence, another day had already passed.

Secondly, the roles inside the sanatorium truly had no awareness regarding the timeline akin to the edge of a black hole.

"I don’t understand what you mean."

Yet, someone was even slower than him; at that moment, Servis frowned, even admitting his own shortcomings.

"That’s why I believe the intruder is the hope. You’ve been immersed in this place for too long and have already become sluggish."

As if he had long anticipated such a reaction, the precursor let out a cold laugh, pointing at the latest two entries.

"The reason these two sentences can coexist is simple. Each was valid at the respective moment they were written.

"Yet, merely taking the time to write two sentences, a day’s time had passed. Haven’t you thought about the abnormality within?"

...

As expected, there’s a backup plan. I didn’t expect to win this round purely by contradicting myself.

While Servis remained silent, Fu Qian verified his inner thoughts.

Earlier, when he asked about today’s date, that indeed was the meaning.

These two sentences written together don’t necessarily indicate a problem with the notes.

Under some particularly extreme circumstances, it’s still possible for them to be true.

As everyone knows, right and wrong also have time limitations.

Back when Fu Qian first flipped through the Abyssal Chronicle, he realized an issue: the content within seemed too frivolous.

"Rayelle truly doesn’t have any affection for me"—such diary-like entries, obviously with strong time sensitivity, were brazenly written there.

Not to mention some descriptions about age, which become more definitive with time progression.

The only explanation is that whether it’s the Abyss or the Truth Note, the judgments are made based on the situation at the moment of writing.

Wrong marks vanish, but if the moment passes, they remain and are not judged again with time’s progress.

This is its operational mechanism.

And specifically here, it’s simple; Brother Wayne Falter didn’t believe in the prophecy of the precursor on the 54th.

But the next day, he had a change of heart, suddenly believing it.

Even for Servis, piecing this together shouldn’t be too hard.

After all, it’s almost commonplace for an undercover to be turned.

Is Wayne Falter really always executing his will unwaveringly? Was there never a moment of inner struggle?

At least from the previous interactions, in Fu Qian’s perspective, the character’s arc seemed quite complex.

And the precursor seemed to grasp this point and turned it around to his advantage.

So if contradictions are not the main point, what specific effect was the precursor aiming for?

"Time here is Fallen, constantly glimpsing into the future, I’ve finally realized this!"

The precursor did not disappoint expectations; at that moment, he pointed at the lamp above his head, his cold laughter seemingly overturning the entire world.

"It is not objective; rather, it behaves like a will’s parasite, and thus is susceptible to the latter’s disturbances—so you now realize how absurd it is for us to have been inside for two whole days?"

...

Indeed, breaking through the Knowledge Barrier does bear a bit of a prophetic touch.

From Servis’s darkened face, one could see the intense offensive of the precursor.

However, for Fu Qian, he preferred to relate to the former.

As previously lamented, the crowd at the sanatorium was quite peculiar in their perception of time.

On one hand, they had an unreasonable biological clock, so much so they didn’t need a calendar, being able to determine the date with just a glance upon waking.

On the other hand, their insensitivity to the passage of time—yawning away several days without feeling any incongruity—was extreme.

And at this moment, the precursor seemed to play the role of the first to emerge from the nutrient tanks, realizing this absurdity.

The metaphor was even quite apt, with time becoming a will’s parasite and therefore easily disturbed.

One must admit, daring to face such a fight alone indeed has some merit.

"I’ve never thought to negate this notebook. I won’t entangle myself with you in such trivial matters."

And now, the fatal blow was brewing.

"I just want to ask you a question. Since regarding time, I stand in a higher position than you, why am I not the one who sees further?"

Casually tossing the pen aside, the precursor calmly and resolutely looked at Servis, his hand resting on the Truth Note.

"Is it really you who has been cooperating with me all along?"

...

Indeed, this is heartbreaker intent, the taste is right.

It’s well-known that in such verbal sparring, there is seldom a definitive victory, especially in these matryoshka-like situations.

Do you think my prophecy can come true because you are secretly cooperating? Hoping to deny me by revealing this?

Isn’t it possible that your secret cooperation is also part of the prophecy? I’ve always known and prepared to tell you today?

The precursor’s implication is quite straightforward, yet with a strong heartbreaker force.

However, as previously mentioned, even if this gains a temporary upper hand, the other party can still hold their ground verbally.

Yet, facing such a problem, the precursor actually found a breakthrough point.

I don’t deny the Truth Note, but I deny time itself.

If even time is no longer reliable, what’s strange about a prophet?

This is the true high ground, a dimensionality-reducing strike.

"Understood, so I’m quite curious... what exactly does Judgment Day judge?"

At such a critical moment, as a theoretical ally, it seemed time to make a move.

Seeing Servis lost for words, Fu Qian decisively stepped forward, surprisingly picking up a previous question.

"Or is five days too long, and the prophecy cannot reach that far?"

Amidst a synchronized stare, Fu Qian continued to add.

"You clearly know this would hasten the arrival of judgment, yet you still want to know?"

The precursor’s response was filled with incredulity.

"Yes, I’m quite curious... besides, the chief doctor asked me this earlier."

Fu Qian nodded, even dragging Servis into it.

I am not, I didn’t.

The latter, who had remained silent, wore an expression of remarkable intricacy at that moment.

The question had indeed been asked, but clearly, the notion of judgment provoked an instinctive caution.

And according to the prophetic principle of the precursor, attempting it might very well lead one straight to Judgment Day.

"Judgment Day truly exists."

Unfortunately, Fu Qian didn’t give him a chance to retract, flipping back a page in the notebook himself, pointing at an entry he had written.

"If you cannot prophesize its contents, doesn’t that mean your ability is fake? That indeed it was the cooperation of the chief doctor that gave you the illusion."

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