Chapter 49: The Fated Crisis [Seeking Data!]

"6, so the Foundation has even started researching how to deal with Aeons. I thought only those old antiques on the Xianzhou were chasing after 'Abundance' all day long."

"Learned something new, there's even a position like 'Hyperspace Lane Administrator'."

"I reckon it's probably a role similar to our Xianzhou navigators?"

"There are actually Xianzhou people here? Do you want to learn about the secret of immortality? Let us join in the great cause of longevity!"

"The one above, report your address. The Seat of Divine Foresight is handling a case!"

"I am already a Foundation employee; I am not under the jurisdiction of your Seat of Divine Foresight."

"Understood. Going to contact Artanis now to say there's a Xianzhou person here volunteering to be D-Class personnel, see if they want them."

"..."

The audience chattered away, the barrage of comments descending into chaos.

Since the live stream began, more and more people have chosen to keep the barrage closed, only opening it occasionally to optimize their viewing experience.

Xianzhou "Luo Fu", Seat of Divine Foresight.

Dressed elegantly with a flying fairy bun atop her head, she had delicate features and a face as fair as peach blossoms, her appearance breathtakingly beautiful.

This was none other than the head of the Seat of Divine Foresight, Fu Xuan.

At this moment, she was using her third eye and the Matrix of Prescience to calculate navigation routes for the Xianzhou.

Having finished the calculations, she wrote the recent routes into a register and had her subordinates send it out. Today's work was done.

This was usually a sign of relaxation and joy.

Yet, she felt unhappy.

This brought to mind the result she had obtained a few hours ago when she had a sudden whim to perform a divination.

The result was very strange.

In the dark, some great existence had prompted her to go out for a stroll.

She had followed the guidance of fate and gone out for a walk.

And she truly had a harvest.

She caught Qingque skipping work to play cards.

But a question followed: why did Qingque skipping work not affect the workflow?

What kind of stone was this?

Fu Xuan could only pretend not to know.

On the Xianzhou, apart from the outworlders, the other three races were all long-lived species.

Situations like this—having a sudden whim and occasionally slacking off—

were the most normal things in the world.

Moreover, Qingque had already promised she wouldn't be caught slacking again, so she shouldn't repeat the offense.

Thinking of this, the highest-ranking official of the Seat of Divine Foresight adjusted her sitting posture, her jade feet swaying slightly, toes curled, tightening along with her white socks to outline the curves of her insteps.

Maybe I should slack off a little too... she thought to herself.

With that thought, she went to watch the Foundation's live stream.

Since yesterday, information related to the Foundation had been emerging one after another, and the young people in the office were also slacking off, watching the stream.

They were even discussing things like "Administrator" and "The Nineteenth Path" right under her nose.

Even Jing Yuan, that General, was openly watching the stream.

At the thought of Jing Yuan, Fu Xuan felt a bit of resentment.

General, you bastard!

Being so lazy, you should have stepped down and yielded to the virtuous long ago!

Retire early, take a leisurely position, and go enjoy your retirement!

Occupying the name of the Divine Strategy General and the position of the Cloud Knights General, yet watching some live stream in public.

Is this worthy of the trust of the Cloud Knights, or that salary of yours?

Enough, I'll take a look at what new tricks the Foundation has come up with.

No sooner said than done, Fu Xuan tapped the Foundation icon on her phone screen and witnessed a very new scene.

A man dressed like a tin can was saying:

"... equipped with 'Anti-Aeon Special Weapons', even if the 'Destruction' Aeon arrives in person, we can give Him a heavy blow."

Fu Xuan was stunned:

"'Anti-Aeon Special Weapons'?"

"The name is a bit rustic, but it's straightforward. I just don't know how effective it is in practice."

Driven by curiosity, Fu Xuan performed another divination, but still calculated nothing.

The Foundation was shrouded in a layer of mist, and even matters related to this organization were the same.

Even if she wanted to divine the future fate of the "Astral Express" or the "Herta" Space Station at this moment, she had successively obtained completely contradictory endings.

"Total destruction? Surviving unscathed? What is going on?"

The more Fu Xuan calculated, the more she sensed something was wrong, as if some great power had intervened to obscure the heavenly secrets and disrupt the stars.

The once-visible trajectories were now shrouded in heavy mist.

"Fine, if you won't let me see, I won't look. I'll just watch what you allow me to see."

"Hmph! Just know how to bully people!"

Meanwhile.

"Herta" Space Station, Master Control Zone.

The psychological counselors were still at work.

"I firmly believe that once I see this desperate, beautiful number of the lantern, my life will have reached the end of the lantern..."

A staff member named Abraham was sobbing, pouring his heart out.

It was evident how much his spirit had been devastated by this attack.

The innocent, lively, and cute girl, March 7th.

Deeply moved by Abraham's plight, she didn't know what to say to comfort him.

Seeing Dan Heng was also empathizing with him, his gaze profound, as if recalling his own past.

Only "Stelle" said in a flat tone:

"People always die, but not now."

Perhaps not hearing the meaning behind "Stelle's" words, or perhaps having received some peculiar revelation.

This Abraham suddenly began to sing with great emotion, like a reciter or an opera singer:

"What philosophical words! That's right, the closer you are to 'Death', the more you realize that the present is the moment of 'Life'!"

"I must pull myself together. Thank you, kind person."

Seeing Dan Heng rubbed his chin. Does this person's style seem a bit exaggerated?

Or is it that people on the planet where he was born all speak like this?

If there's a chance later, maybe I can go there and see. ===== CHAPTER 51 =====