Apocalypse: Master of Soul Beasts

Chapter 540: Chapter 110 You and him, are not the same!_1

In the spacious and bright office, Wen Yu held a glass of wine, gazing at the distant scenery through the window.

The window faced east, and from its considerable height, he could see about one-third of the Eastern City Wall of the Yanjing Assembly Site.

It was said that in the past, one could observe the sunrise from this spot.

But with the continuous expansion of the city wall, the beautiful scenery of yesteryear was no more.

Even with excellent sound insulation, the faint roar of Huge Cannons from the outside world could still be heard in the office. This meant battles were constantly taking place, and death was an ever-present reality.

Likewise, military professionists were growing stronger with each passing moment.

With the Level Lock in place, the factors determining combat power were reduced to skill combinations and levels. Of course, there were also Esoteric Level skills or items that possessed Limit Breaking Abilities.

Wen Yu himself had two and a half—the Almighty Demon Vine, Cyclops’s Great Feast, and the Soul Battlefield, which he counted as half a skill.

Tang Haofei was known to have two: True God Dominant Body and Life and Death Battle Execution.

Beyond that, among the known life forms in the military, there were no others.

And this was the primary reason Wen Yu and Tang Haofei could maintain their absolute advantage in combat power.

Wen Yu could feel the bloodthirsty impulse emanating from the Almighty Demon Vine. However, there was no rush. Being new to the post, it was best to understand things clearly first.

Sitting on a comfortable and soft sofa, Wen Yu sipped high-quality red wine and ate fresh, delicious food. While marveling at how well the military treated its people, he waved at Fran, who was in another part of the room.

”Join me.”

Fran chuckled and didn’t stand on ceremony—the meal had actually been prepared for both of them.

She casually pulled up a chair and sat opposite Wen Yu. Her knife and fork moved like a silver flash; her eating movements, seemingly elegant, traditional, and noble, were surprisingly fast.

Wen Yu suddenly cringed. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have been so polite...

After a while, they finished their meal.

Fran clapped her hands lightly. The Praetorian Guard stationed at the door respectfully cleared away the leftovers. Fran remained seated across Wen Yu’s desk, apparently waiting for his questions.

Looking at Fran’s imperturbable eyes, Wen Yu sighed silently.

This woman before me, I can tell with just one glance, is a tough one—not because of her combat power, but her worldliness and experience.

In my mind, old foxes like her and Lin Haifeng are even harder to handle than beings who are simply powerful fighters...

”You’re Fran, right? I remember you, Sequence Number 6,” Wen Yu said.

Fran nodded with a smile.

Wen Yu continued, ”I recall you possess Time Series Abilities?”

Fran nodded in confirmation.

”Time Series Abilities are incredibly versatile. For instance, Resurrection, or peeking into the future... Can you do these things?”

Tang Haofei himself had said Fran was very important. As Wen Yu understood it, Fran definitely possessed such Time System skills.

Given the sheer scale of the Yanjing Assembly Site, such auxiliary skills were far more valuable than purely combat-oriented ones.

And Wen Yu’s guess was correct.

”I can’t perform Resurrection,” Fran replied with a smile, ”but as for the future, this old one does have some small insight.”

Upon hearing Fran’s words, Wen Yu immediately brightened.

”Take a look then. Look into my future. What will happen to me? When will I die?”

Wen Yu posed the question in an almost joking tone, but a look at his intense, shining eyes told Fran he was serious.

Everyone hopes for a glimpse into their future destiny. It’s human nature, a primal instinct to resist the unknown, much like ordinary people’s tendency to believe in prophecies. However, Fran’s ability was far more reliable than any fortune-telling.

Looking at Wen Yu’s earnest eyes, Fran nodded lightly.

She slowly closed her eyes.

Energy Fluctuations of an unknown Attribute spread out like tendrils, piercing into some unknown space.

Vast and immense... yet it carried no aggression.

Fate Inspection, activated.

It was as if she had transformed into a fish, swimming freely in a boundless ocean.

Fran had used Fate Inspection many times. As an Esoteric Level ability, its sole function was to foresee events concerning the target within a future timeframe; it had no other uses.

However, this alone was terrifying enough.

A torrent of images from the River of Time flooded Fran’s retinas. She saw Wen Yu opening his eyes in a dilapidated rented room in M City.

She saw the Level 1 gray-skinned dog, blind in one eye.

She saw a huge Lion.

She saw the Flashing Bluestar treasure land.

She saw the two-world battlefield.

She saw everything that happened when Wen Yu returned to M City.

She saw Wen Yu’s past.

Then, she saw Wen Yu sitting in the office, chatting with her.

Further ahead lay the future.

But the closer she drew to the future, the greater the resistance became. The past was immutable, but the future teemed with variables.

And this resistance was determined by the target’s strength.

A quick assessment suggested that with Wen Yu’s current strength, she should be able to see events up to ten days into his future.

I can’t see much, but ten days... it should be just enough to suffice... Fran thought.

Then, Fran gathered all her stamina. Like a petrel soaring through the boundless sky, she plunged headlong into the immense resistance.