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It sounds as absurd as asking kindergarteners to become professors at an origami university.

But the increasingly urgent, even fearful whispers from Oronis forced March 7 to accept this utterly absurd fact.

At this moment, Oronis resembled a socially awkward child star surrounded by a group of enthusiastic fans, helplessly seeking help.

He seems to have experienced this situation many times, but he always handled it well...

Yes, it's a complete mess.

"Ah Qiong, please help me, think of a way!"

Sensing Oronis's urgency, March 7th also became anxious and grabbed Sora's arm for help.

"Stay calm, it's a minor issue."

Qiong patted the back of March 7's hand, signaling her to calm down.

"Don't panic, don't panic."

Then Qiong headed towards the direction of Euronis.

"Dad will teach you how to deal with this situation."

"Take a deep breath; dizziness is normal."

"Oh, I forgot you're not human."

Qiong plopped down on a smooth stone platform next to him, crossed his legs, and spoke in the tone of an old father teaching his child to ride a bicycle.

"Come, tell your father, what exactly did the person praying closest to you say?"

“ki~sa~”

Surprisingly, this time Qiong understood the meaning behind Oronis's whisper.

He realized it instantly.

Goodness, it seems this little guy didn't want to talk to him before, which is why he couldn't understand.

"O O Euronis, weaver of the eternal night, forerunner of the future, I offer my devotion here, please tell me, will my brother's future be happy?"

On March 7th, he subconsciously translated Oronis's words.

Qiong blinked; what he heard was even more fragmented.

Although the meaning is the same, the March 7th version is clearly more complete and fluent.

Although some of what Qiong heard was missing, she could still make sense of it by understanding the sequence of events.

"It seems like a pure-hearted child is praying for her brother. Shouldn't we comfort her and wish her a happy future?"

March 7th proposed.

“sa~**~”

An uneasy whisper came from Oronis.

Does this constitute deception?

On March 7th, he scratched his head.

"Wait, you're a god! Shouldn't you have that magical ability to foresee the future?"

"**~ya~ (future, change, chaos, unpredictability, impossible)"

Qiong pieced together the fragmented words in her mind, forming a concrete meaning.

The prophecies of the gods are powerful.

It's not about the prophecy itself, but about the act of making the prophecy.

To give a similar example.

A person feels that something is not sturdy and is at risk of breaking, so they reach out and fidget with it to check if it is sturdy enough, but end up breaking it themselves.

Similarly, those who know the prophecy often unconsciously present the content of the prophecy.

This in itself is an influence.

Rather than saying that Titans should not change their fate, it is more accurate to say that Titans could not defy their fate.

"Aren't you the Titan of Time?"

March 7th still finds it hard to understand, "Can't even the future of an ordinary person be changed?"

“yi~ya~”

Oronis's words froze March 7's expression. He turned his head sharply and glanced at Qiong with a guilty look.

"Oh, I see. Hahaha."

The girl sneered.

Qiong, with an innocent and naive expression that seemed to ask, shrugged, indicating that she didn't understand anything.

At this point, you have to play dumb.

He's a genius at playing dumb!

"Let me teach you. At this time, you should say this."

Qiong coughed twice, switching to street fortune teller mode, his tone becoming unfathomable, and said leisurely:

"Whether it is happiness or sorrow, everything in this world is but a fleeting bubble."

"Even the deepest sorrow will eventually be washed away by a moment of joy, and even the most intense pleasure will be buried by a moment of grief. Therefore, why insist on asking questions about the elusive future? It is better to look back and explore the settled past."

Ask yourself, in all that you have seen in the past, was your brother happy? If the answer is yes, then the future will be the same; if the answer is no, then the future will not be smooth sailing either.

March 7th listened with a furrowed brow, straining his little brain to try and understand this philosophical yet somewhat convoluted statement.

It sounds impressive but I don't understand it.

But something just felt off.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Oronis seemed to have gained some insight.

He will convey the response in his own way to the temple priests in charge of the prayer.

Inside the temple, the priest, who was concentrating with his eyes closed to communicate with the gods, suddenly trembled, opened his eyes, and his face was full of surprise.

Lord Oronis gave the divine oracle so quickly today.

The wording of the oracle seemed somewhat different from usual.

but.

He shook his head, dismissing his doubts.

"Never mind, it must be a divine decree personally issued by Lord Oronis, it can't be false."

"Thank you, Lord Oronis!"

The priests conveyed the oracle made by Oronis after he understood the words of the Dome to the worshippers.

They saw off the praying person who looked thoughtful and enlightened.

"Next, offer sacrifices first, then pray."

……

Qiong continued to teach Euronis how to respond to prayers.

“Listen carefully, the homeland they want is in the past.”

"The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao. The name that can be named is not the eternal name."

"A thousand calamities, a hundred lifetimes of hardship, the eternity passes in the blink of an eye. The body does not die, the soul does not perish. When the day of Yin and Yang is reversed, I will stain the blue sky with my divine blood."

"At the end of the divine path, who stands at the peak? In the blink of an eye, the passage of time has rendered everything meaningless."

At first, March 7 was able to barely keep up with the pace, struggling to connect the believers' specific questions with the divine pronouncements of the Qiong Cult in his mind.

But soon, the oracle of the firmament began to race headlong into the direction of abstract art and the lines of ancient fantasy dramas.

"What...what do all these words mean?"

On March 7th, I felt like my CPU was about to start smoking.

It felt like listening to the diviner reciting celestial scriptures.

Eurys was also confused, but he trusted his mother completely, and his mother trusted his father very much.

So... Father was right.

"Don't you understand?"

Qiong wore a mysterious smile.

"That's right, you don't understand."

"Anyway, those oracles won't be properly conveyed to the prayerser, so why bother with the effort of making prophecies?"

In the process of teaching Olonis and listening to prayers, Kyon gathered a great deal of information.

Janusapolis appears to be a religious sanctuary that transcends the geopolitics of the city-state.

The city-states of the Titans, the gateways to faith, worship Janus, who guides them on their path, and two other Titans who hold sway over destiny.

Oronis was one of them.

Indeed, it possesses the power to interfere with time and glimpse even a fragment of the long river of fate.

He himself is fine.

The problem is with people.

After all, we are human beings.

Qiong discovers that the divine pronouncements conveyed by Oronis can be distorted by some kind of force.

That description might not be quite accurate.

To be precise, ordinary people cannot hear or understand the Titans' words.

Just like how March 7th can understand everything Oronis says, while Sora can only hear the keywords.

Some temple priests and so-called saints are able to establish an unknown connection with Eulonis and hear His words.

Through Oronis's live stream perspective, Qiong was able to see it.

When the saints pray, their eyes become vacant, their bodies tremble slightly, and they utter words that even they themselves do not understand.

The meaning of Eulonis's words became more obscure and difficult to understand.

But that's not the point.

What truly opened Qiong's eyes was that the entire process of seeking divine oracle was completely controlled by the temple's rulers.

First of all, want to seek divine guidance? You have to pay!

They euphemistically say, "Offering something equal to what is asked demonstrates the sincerity of the believer."

If there's no affinity (or connection), and you don't even offer incense, it's difficult for me to do anything for you.

Secondly, the priests would categorize the leeks into different classes based on the believers' clothing, family background, and social status.

Then, they will schedule the questions according to the growth of the chives.

Want to cut in line

can.

You have to pay more!

Ordinary believers, if they are lucky, might receive a divine oracle that "looks plausible".

And those who pray for prayers with special status, or those involved in power struggles or interests...

After seeing the priests pretending to write down the divine oracle, Qiong took out a pre-written prophecy and handed it to the believers.

"Kneeling down, handing over the money, and all you get in the end is a fake prophecy. This is even worse than Huang Silang's scheme!"

What's worse than begging on your knees?

Of course, you have to kneel down and kowtow to give them money!

Even so, the believers should thank them!