Chapter 6: Your Son Will Kill You in the Future

Marquis Voban held a trusting attitude toward the Transcendent Guild.

After all, the world he currently resided in could never produce such a scientific creation.

So when Marquis Voban saw Daoist True Person Zhang Sanfeng, his heart stirred with excitement. If historical figures deified in their world actually manifested in reality, could those mythologized gods be pulled from history and turned into heretic gods?

Marquis Voban was deeply intrigued by this possibility.

After all, Marquis Voban had spent an extremely long time searching across the world for heretic gods; now, whenever he encountered even a slight chance that might trigger a heretic god's manifestation, he would become intensely interested.

Daoist True Person Zhang Sanfeng: "??? This old man will become part of historical mythology? Then does that mean I'll truly achieve immortality in the future!"

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned. He had spent his entire life pursuing immortality and the Dao, yet the path ahead remained hazy. With chaos in the world and the Yuan dynasty running rampant, he had even begun to feel despair.

Never did he imagine that by accidentally joining this chatroom called the Transcendent Guild, he would hear from a devil king of another world that in that world, he might have truly become an immortal, part of legend.

His emotions were indescribably complex.

Old Man Is Marquis: "Do you think I'd lie to you about something like this?"

Old Man Is Marquis: "The only pity is that you can't come to my world right now. Otherwise, we could test this method immediately!"

Seeing this, Su Han twitched the corner of his eye slightly. He could only sigh inwardly at how unreserved Marquis Voban truly was.

After all, inviting someone into your world—not for some offline meeting or casual gathering—but to see whether their arrival triggers a mythological reaction so you can then kill their heretic god incarnation.

No matter how one thought about it, this idea felt far too bizarre.

Come Be My Son: "Ohahaha, now that I think about it, I just remembered something! @Su Xiao. Honorable President, earlier you directly provided a memory copy of Tony Stark, and now you're able to recognize the identity of every one of us present. I'm a bit curious—do you know all of our futures?"

After Whitebeard raised this question, the entire chatroom fell silent. No one had brought it up before, so they hadn’t considered it, but now that Whitebeard mentioned it, everyone was forced to ponder.

And upon pondering, they instinctively felt terror.

This guild president seemed exceedingly low-key—even when asked why he was president, he humbly replied it was merely due to coincidence.

But upon closer thought, could an ordinary person really know their futures?

Su Han sat on his bed, falling into deep thought. Sensing the atmosphere growing tense, he pondered briefly before beginning to reply.

Su Xiao: "Strictly speaking... yes, I do know all of your futures! But let me put it this way—in my world, all of you are protagonists from films, television series, or even anime. That’s how I’m able to know your futures."

Su Xiao: "However, after joining this guild and learning the future of your worlds, you’ve already altered your own histories. So there’s no need to dwell on whether you’re fictional characters or not."

After a brief silence, Whitebeard responded first.

Come Be My Son: "...It sounds unbelievable! But when connected with what you said earlier, it actually has no flaws. I believe it. The more impossible something seems, the more likely it may be true."

Whitebeard always presented himself to the world as majestic and immensely powerful. But that didn’t mean he was a brainless brute who only knew battle.

Could someone who became one of the Four Emperors of the new world, hailed as the strongest man alive, possessing power capable of destroying the world, and feared so greatly by the World Government, really be just a strong-arm brute?

Impossible!

Whitebeard only appeared reckless. The reason was simply that his strength was so overwhelming—he could solve most problems through sheer power alone, without needing to think.

Old Man Is Marquis: "Trying to shake my mind with this? Who do you think you are? Fictional works? Hah! Even if a supreme god stood before me, I could still defeat them! What about a creator god? Strength isn’t determined until we fight!"

Tony Isn't the Richest: "Interesting! Am I also a character from a fictional work? If someone could create an outstanding figure like me, the original author must be an incomparable genius!"

Fallen Angel Twelve-Winged Black Cat and Daoist True Person Zhang Sanfeng did not respond.

Su Han roughly guessed that these two probably found it hard to accept. But this was understandable. Whitebeard had the carefree spirit of a pirate, Marquis Voban possessed the arrogance of a demon lord, and Tony was purely proud and conceited.

Zhang Sanfeng and Black Cat were different.

Zhang Sanfeng was from ancient times, and his ability to absorb information was far weaker than that of modern people.

As for Black Cat, she was an ordinary person—truly ordinary, unlike Tony, who nominally was ordinary but actually possessed the world’s most brilliant mind and was the richest man on Earth.

Su Xiao: "@Come Be My Son. Want to know your own future, Whitebeard?"

Come Be My Son: "Ohahaha, knowing the future would be nice... but if I don’t know, facing an unknown future is also somewhat fortunate."

Su Han wasn’t surprised by Whitebeard’s response.

He clearly knew Whitebeard wasn’t pretending—it was simply how he truly felt. Whitebeard was inherently a free-spirited man.

Even during the Summit War, when Whitebeard heroically faced death, he showed no fear or hesitation. He was a truly free and mighty pirate, caring for nothing except his family.

Facing such a Whitebeard, Su Han sent only one message.

Su Xiao: "Even if you know your future is to be killed by your own son, would you still feel the same?"

The atmosphere froze in an instant.

Even Tony Stark, renowned for his sharp tongue, remained silent and refrained from sarcasm, quietly watching from the side.

Tony Stark was undoubtedly caustic, but he knew his limits.

What Su Han had said made them all think of one possibility—father and son turning against each other—an unimaginable tragedy. To mock at such a moment would be like pouring salt on Whitebeard’s wounds.

Finally, Whitebeard responded.

"Come, be my son: 'I believe in my sons!'"

Whitebeard’s reply consisted of only one sentence, yet it revealed his state of mind completely.

Even though Su Han had previously revealed spoilers about Iron Man’s life, causing Whitebeard to trust the guild leader significantly, when it came to his own son, Whitebeard still affirmed him through his most resolute action.

He did not believe his son would betray him.

Not even the words of someone who appeared mysterious and seemingly controlled the future—the guild leader—could change his stance.