"[Observer] is a relatively common destiny ability, but it cannot be learned through rituals, it can only be learned through world gifts or inexplicable reasons. This ability does not need to be actively activated to be used, but is in constant use. The owner cannot be Any form of prophecy or divination ability exerts its effect, and it cannot be affected by rare abilities or items that manipulate fate. The observer is an audience outside the world stage, and the fate of the stage cannot affect the audience."
This function somewhat overlaps with [Unknown Way Ahead], but [Unknown Way Ahead] does not seem to have the effect of rebelling against fate, it is distorting fate.
"So, can the Epic of Time still affect me?"
He asked again, but immediately regretted it—Jenkins Williams should not have known [Epic of Time].
But Miss Audrey did not raise any opinions on this point, but patiently explained:
"The item you proposed cannot be judged by common sense. It is related to the beginning of this world, even if it is not fate and fate, it is also covered by it. But the point now is not this ability, Jenkins, you have no consciousness yet What have you experienced... How much do you know about demigods?"
She suddenly asked a question that had nothing to do with the topic just now.
"Very strong."
It took me a long time to say this word. Although I have come into contact with some demigods, I still lack a definite understanding.
"The first thing we need to make clear is that demigods are just the title of human beings, which means that their power is far superior to ordinary people, but in fact, they are still only ordinary people in terms of the essence of life. Can you understand?"
the woman asked.
"Yes, I understand."
Under the gods are all mortals, which Jenkins deeply understands.
"But even so, it is still an extremely difficult process for the bestower to jump from level 7 to level 8. In addition to accumulating enough spirits, we also need a deeper understanding of the world so that the world can respond to it. If we change In other words, the key to advancing from level 7 to level 8 is not how much spirit you have, but whether you can respond to the world."
Jenkins froze for a while, remembering Alexia's excitement after seeing the application of "The Principle of Mathematics" in his hands.
"Oh, I can probably understand a little bit."
"For a fortune-teller like me, being familiar with fate is the way to get close to the world. According to ancient knowledge, the moment of being familiar with fate is the moment of 'seeing' fate."
Having said that, he stopped talking, but looked at Jenkins melancholy.
"Is that what I saw?"
he asked in a low voice.
"Yes."
The woman nodded, and Jenkins fell silent.
"That is to say, if I adjust my future to the direction of a fortuneteller, there will be almost no difficulty in advancing to level 7?"
He asked himself in his heart, but he didn't understand what was the reason for the epiphany at that moment.
Mortals cannot become gods, Jenkins knows this very well. And he has been in this world for so long, and he has never encountered an ambitious person who tried to become a god. Therefore, the ultimate desire of people who step into the extraordinary world is the realm of demigods.
Maybe Alexia was an accident, Jenkins could feel her eyes fixed on something not so obvious.
Miss Audrey decided to speed up the progress of Jenkins' divination course, and asked him to soothe his spirit and relax his mind during this period, which would help heal the soul damage caused by peeping at fate.
Dad appeared again after Miss Audrey left. He learned of Jenkins' "diagnosis" from nowhere, and decided to relax his work and study requirements for the next period of time.
To be more precise, you can go to work at nine o'clock in the future and leave at three o'clock in the afternoon.
He believes that Jenkins has been under too much mental pressure recently and should take more rest. Of course, it is to rest within a safe range to prevent encountering various dangerous things.
"I should find someone reliable to watch over you."
He had already started to make arrangements on his own, standing in front of the window and squinting at Jenkins who was naked.
"I remember that the script you worked with Hathaway Hessa has not been completed yet."
"No, you don't mean to say..."
"I'll write to her in a while. I think you don't mind using your free time every day to discuss topics of common interest with your friends in a warm club. Of course, if you want to go out for a walk, I Think, no one would mind such a normal thing."
This matter was completely non-negotiable. After dawn, Jenkins watched his father drop the letter into the mailbox on Fifth Queen's Road, and received a positive reply from Hathaway that evening.
"I'm looking forward to your opera libretto, Jenkins. Your talent should be displayed more thoroughly, instead of boring in the antique shop all day to get those troublesome accounts."
Dad patted him on the shoulder and said.
The blizzard continued, and it continued into Sunday afternoon. When I met the two ladies again at the club, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Jenkins couldn't know why this embarrassment happened, but at least he knew that he should find an interesting topic to change the atmosphere.
There are snowflakes floating outside the window, like goose feathers. When I mentioned goose, I remembered that the roast goose tasted good last night. It was specially made by the kitchen to supplement nutrition for the injured Jenkins. The oily taste was unforgettable.
"No, that's not a very good topic."
There is a slight fragrance of powder in the club, and the light taste is just right. Both Hathaway and Miss Michel wore light makeup, and the former had stud earrings temporarily entrusted to her for safekeeping.
Even with the heating turned on inside the club, the indoor fireplace was still burning. The burning fireplace is more like decoration than heating, and the snowy windows should match such indoor scenes.
Because he was worried that Chocolate's hair would be picked up by the flames, Jenkins forcibly hugged it to his side. But instead of sitting down and continuing the conversation at once, he stooped and poked the coals in the fireplace with a poker.
He doesn't do this very often, since he doesn't use ordinary flames when he's at home.
"Jenkins, I heard that you had a serious illness a few days ago?"
Miss Mihail asked proactively, and they happened to go to the antique shop on the Thursday when Jenkins fell asleep to ask Dad to help identify the items, so they heard about Jenkins' physical condition.
"Oh, I caught a cold accidentally, but I've almost recovered now, otherwise Bishop Parode would not have allowed me to go out at will."
This is a public statement.
"It's really a season of getting sick, and an astonishing flu broke out in the city. Hathaway and I planned to visit you this weekend. God bless you. I hope this infectious disease will not spread to a wider area."
Now Jenkins has a lot of free time, and the church tries not to assign tasks to him. Miss Bevanna probably heard from Miss Audrey that Jenkins had peeped into fate, and she specifically found time last night to talk with him about the future.
While recalling Miss Bevanna's expression last night, he compared Miss Bevanna's attire with the two noble daughters in front of him.
"Miss Bevanna is more mature. Speaking of which, I don't even know her exact age."
Hathaway, who was the gifter, was more perceptive, and she read something different from Jenkins' casual movements.
Jenkins is still immersed in the memories, and Miss Bevanna hopes that he can seriously consider the future path of extraordinary. If he decides at this time to devote all his energy to the study of divination, then as long as he does not die, he will definitely be able to be promoted to a demigod.
"Unfortunately, I declined."
"Sorry, Jenkins, what did you say?"
Neither of the other two in the room understood what Jenkins was saying.
"Sorry, I thought about eating chocolate in the middle of the night last night, this cat is really naughty."
He shook his head while talking.
Although answering like this can effectively solve the problem in front of him, chocolate will never be polite when he goes back.
Demigods are nothing at all. What Jenkins is looking for is the true God. He believes that the path he is taking now is the right one. Whether it is collecting the emblem of the savior, or obtaining the knowledge of God by absorbing the divinity, it is the shortest way to directly become a god.
As for the demigods of mortals, that is not worth mentioning.
"Don't be too arrogant, be humble, be low-key."
He reminded himself in his heart, and coolly took out the neatly folded towel from his shirt pocket and wiped his hands before retreating from the fireplace to the chair.
After successively experiencing the birth of the evil god, the blood moon night of the blood-sucking species, the rampage of monsters, and the death of his friends, he also decided to take a short vacation for himself, temporarily withdrawing from the extraordinary world, and deal with mundane matters.
"I heard that "Frozen" will come out soon?"
"Yes, I received a letter from Mr. Bro yesterday, and it's almost ready. The first edition of the book will be sent to me next week."
"Do I have the honor of being the first official reader?"
Miss Michael asked.
"Of course, I promise."
While talking, he looked at Hathaway, who had a faint smile on his face. Jenkins felt that he might not be able to learn the ability to read women's expressions in his life.
Now that he has a lot of time, Jenkins can better complete the new script of Silver Jasmine Opera Company. Although Mr. Nelly's "little trouble" has been resolved, that gentleman still maintains great enthusiasm for Jenkins, which also urges him to complete his task as soon as possible.
Like Hathaway, Miss Michael has received a complete and systematic education. While the other two collaborated, she helped Jenkins with the cats and checked him for misspelled words, which made writing a little easier.
"Perhaps such a peaceful life is not bad."
This thought came to him.
PS: This chapter is 3K, please ask for a ticket, any ticket is fine. I've been busy with my dissertation recently, and I thought the graduation season would be very leisurely.