"That prophecy-type player had already foreseen our victory over the final boss."
"So they climbed the Sky Tree one step behind us."
"Just as we exhausted all our energy and used up our skills—
they arrived perfectly on time…
"And stole the prize right out from under us!"
Wang Zichen was so furious his eyes turned red.
"We were completely wiped out by those bastards!"
"And they walked away with all the rewards!"
"At the time, we thought it was just dumb luck."
"We had no idea there was a prophecy-type player among them."
"Not until we reported them to the government."
"According to official regulations,
players are strictly forbidden from harming each other within the game!"
"Anyone who violates this rule—
will be subject to criminal charges!"
"But guess what?!"
"That prophecy-type player took all the blame!"
"And because the government has an official protection law for prophecy-type players—
it ranked even higher than harming fellow players!"
"In the end, the whole thing got swept under the rug."
Wang Zichen was practically trembling with rage.
"They just gave us a symbolic payout and called it a day!"
Mu Chenyi nodded in sympathy… until he heard the next part.
"But who the hell cares about a few billion dollars?!
That's just plain insulting!"
Mu Chenyi: "...???"
Wait. Hold on.
Say that again...
A few... what?
A few BILLION?!
Forget billions—
the most money Mu Chenyi had ever handled was the 20,000 yuan his parents gave him for tuition, living expenses, and train tickets.
And even that was immediately handed over to the university and China Railway 12306.
"You think they were out of line, right?!"
Wang Zichen huffed, glaring at Mu Chenyi.
"I... can't really relate."
Mu Chenyi said quietly.
If only he could be "insulted" like that.
"Aside from that prophecy-type player, do you know any others?"
Mu Chenyi changed the topic.
"Well, there's only one more I know of—
the number one prophecy-type player recognized by the government—
Chang Yeqing.
"Old Man Chang?"
Mu Chenyi felt like the name sounded familiar.
"Yeah, you've probably seen him before."
Wang Zichen said.
"He's always trending on social media,
posting weird cryptic messages."
"Oh, THAT guy?!"
Mu Chenyi suddenly remembered.
"Yeah, I've seen his posts before!"
Chang Yeqing's account was full of bizarre, ominous predictions.
And every single post—
racked up thousands of likes.
Mu Chenyi never understood why... until now.
"An old man spouting nonsense...
why does he have so many followers?"
Seeing Mu Chenyi's shocked expression, Wang Zichen smirked and said:
"You probably don't remember his latest post."
"Let me jog your memory—"
"His latest prophecy was—
'Always keep smiling!'"
Always keep smiling?
Hearing that phrase, Mu Chenyi's heart skipped a beat.
"Always keep smiling."
That's a direct warning for this dungeon.
The monsters in this world always maintained their eerie, frozen smiles.
And Chang Yeqing posted that exact phrase before the game even started?
That means—he foresaw this disaster before it happened!
"So, Chang Yeqing is officially part of the government?"
Mu Chenyi asked.
"Exactly."
Wang Zichen nodded.
"Only players know this truth."
"Now you understand why Old Man Chang has such a massive following, right?"
"Yeah... I get it now."
Mu Chenyi exhaled.
"But listen—"
Wang Zichen suddenly dropped a bombshell.
"Not all prophecy-type abilities can predict future dungeons!"
"Only S-rank prophecy abilities... can foresee the next dungeon before it starts!"
Mu Chenyi's breathing hitched.
"In the entire world—
there are only two known S-rank prophecy players."
"One is our Chang Yeqing."
"The other is Master Sigorno from the Beautiful Country."
"Only these two can predict the next dungeon's apocalypse before it happens!"
"All other prophecy players?
They're just A-rank."
"They can only use their abilities after the dungeon begins!"
Hearing this, Mu Chenyi could barely control his heartbeat.
His Death Eye...
It could see the next time he dies.
And it had a seven-day cooldown in the real world.
The "Doomsday Descent" game runs once per week.
If he doesn't die in real life—
wouldn't that mean he could see his next death... inside the next dungeon?!
"Mu bro—"
Wang Zichen suddenly asked.
"Is your prophecy ability S-rank or A-rank?"
Mu Chenyi smirked.
"If I told you it was only A-rank...
would you be disappointed?"
"No, I'd actually be relieved."
Wang Zichen shook his head.
"If you're A-rank, then you can join our squad."
"But if you're S-rank... the government would never let you join any team."
"They'd do everything to protect you—
both inside the game and in real life."
Mu Chenyi narrowed his eyes.
If the government finds out about his Death Eye…
Things might get complicated.
"This is the rarity of an S-rank prophecy player!"
"Only two exist on the entire planet!"
The weight of that statement settled in the car.
"Forget it, let's not dwell on this now."
"Focus on driving. We need to reach Old Zhao's place."
Mu Chenyi shook his head, pushing away unnecessary thoughts.
The priority was surviving this dungeon.
Only after clearing it could he contemplate what this meant in the real world.
He glanced at his watch.
7 minutes until Death Eye's cooldown ends.
RING RING RING—
A sudden, sharp ringtone shattered the tense silence.
Both Wang Zichen and Chen Wan'er turned their heads toward Mu Chenyi.
He calmly took out his phone.
Caller ID: "Mom."
The monster was calling him.
Mu Chenyi hesitated for a moment… then hung up without a word.
He had no intention of speaking to the creature pretending to be his mother.
His identity was already compromised.
And he didn't want to tarnish his real mother's image by associating her with that thing.
Wang Zichen didn't comment.
He merely gave Mu Chenyi a thoughtful look before gripping the wheel and calling out—
"Buckle up—We're moving out!"
The armored vehicle roared to life, its powerful engine growling beneath them.
As Wang Zichen smoothly maneuvered the controls, Mu Chenyi's thoughts shifted.
"You're really skilled at driving."
"Is that one of your abilities?"
Wang Zichen smirked.
"Yeah, it's my C-rank skill."
As he spoke—
A blinding light flooded their vision!
The tunnel exit—
The one beneath the public restroom—had opened.
With a deafening ROAR,
the armored vehicle burst out,
launching onto the streets like a battering ram!
On the road—
dozens of monsters disguised as humans froze.
They stared in shock at the sight of a military-grade armored vehicle charging out of a public toilet.
Then—
as if receiving some kind of hidden signal—
Every single one of them changed.
Their human masks melted away.
Green fur erupted from their skin.
Their mouths stretched into unnatural, gaping maws.
Their hollow eyes locked onto the vehicle.
Then—
THEY CHARGED.
Dozens of monstrous figures barreled toward them—
teeth bared, claws slashing, shrieking in unholy hunger!