Super Righteous Player
Chapter 864 - 401 Hilda’s Future Vision

Chapter 864: Chapter 401 Hilda’s Future Vision

In such circumstances, most Elves would agree to donate their souls and enter the "techno-cursed" public nightmare to experience the ultimate Cycle of beautiful dreams... It was only natural.

To the Elves, this was not a case of "selfless devotion."

Rather, it was the only way to "return to the familiar life they knew."

Entering the public nightmare was perhaps the last way they could go back to their "homeland."

— A new world without techno-curses could never be called a homeland for the Elves, since their lives, and even the lives of their ancestors, had been built upon techno-curses.

"So that’s how it is..."

Lin Yiyi muttered, her expression complex.

While Lin Yiyi stood there, arms crossed, lost in thought.

Jiu’er had already pulled Hilda aside, whispering secrets together. The two girls laughed heartily from time to time, obviously becoming close.

When she realized what was happening, she suddenly felt a huge blow—why was Hilda so reserved in front of her, yet could become friends with Jiu’er so quickly?

She didn’t even know "Nafry Flamel" before, and she was actually a fan of "Miss Flowing Light"!

...Could it be that I am old? Can I no longer blend in with the youth?

A hint of hesitation sprung up in Lin Yiyi’s heart.

— No, I’m not even thirty yet!

"...What are you talking about?"

Thinking about this, Lin Yiyi promptly walked over with a smile, "Can I listen in?"

"We were discussing issues about future sight," Jiu’er said discontentedly, "I’ve already finished talking, dummy Ah Gan, don’t butt in."

"Ah Gan?"

Hilda tilted her head, repeating the name blankly.

Lin Yiyi ran over, unconsciously stroking Hilda’s smooth long hair a couple of times, when suddenly she thought of something.

"Speaking of which, do you know Bofis?"

Lin Yiyi suddenly asked.

"Bofis Cecilia?"

Hilda paused, counter-questioning.

Lin Yiyi hesitated momentarily.

It seemed like that was the surname... right?

"Do you know her too?"

Jiu’er also came closer.

"Yes," Hilda said proudly, raising her head and stamping her hoof, hopping in place, "Miss Bofis also likes the pastries I make!

"Are you looking for her? She seems to have gone outside the city with Prince Julian."

...Prince?

Lin Yiyi paused momentarily.

The elf boy the child was portraying, was actually a prince?

Bofis actually had a childhood friend who was such an important figure?

"Do you know where Bofis’s mother has gone?"

Lin Yiyi inquired, "Or Bofis is fine too."

"Commander Atalante?"

Hilda retorted, "I couldn’t possibly find her. Besides, I’m not a Sage, and without seeing others directly, I may not be able to see their future."

"Hilda just said that vision of the future is uncontrollable."

Whispering into Lin Yiyi’s ear, Jiu’er explained, "For centaurs, vision of the future is like an illusion..."

Listening to Jiu’er’s explanation, Lin Yiyi quickly understood.

[Vision of the Future] is a capability unique to centaurs, just as humans can see with eyes, hear with ears, taste with tongues.

However, not all centaurs can see the precise future far ahead like a ’Sage.’ Just as humans could have blurred vision or myopia, it’s entirely possible for noses to smell incorrectly or mouths to taste wrong.

Rather, it’s rare among humans to have keen eyesight like a pilot, discern the year and origin of wine with the tongue, or accurately locate sounds with ears... Not only does it require enough talent, but it also requires training.

The situation where centaurs confuse the future with the present is just like when human vision blurs. Those who can actively penetrate the future, even among centaurs, can be called a Sage—those who can differentiate which parts of the future they see can change are even rarer.

Most centaurs only see a clear segment of the future when they are in danger—or occasionally, random future visions appear in everyday life. If they take precautions against this segment of the future, it may not reoccur.

Instead, their future vision intertwines with normal sight, causing inexperienced young centaurs to often make jokes. For example, they might speak of ’things that haven’t yet happened’ to friends of other species, thinking they have already occurred... When the event finally happens, the others will realize and regard it as a ’prophecy.’

—In fact, that is not a prophecy.

Because the future is changeable, or rather, the future seen by centaurs is meant to be changed. Knowing this future will inevitably lead to some alterations—most likely resulting in the envisioned future not occurring.

Therefore, they try as much as possible not to interfere with others’ destinies... unless it is a dire fate, ’It couldn’t get any worse than this,’ only then will they share these destinies with the concerned parties, urging them to seek a ’breakthrough in fate.’

So, anyone who hears a centaur Sage’s ’prophecy’ will most likely hear a very tragic destiny.

If centaurs want to actively see someone’s destiny, it’s like humans trying to memorize a stranger’s face with just their eyes.

It’s not that they can’t do it, rather, if they wanted to, it wouldn’t be hard, but they typically don’t bother... since it’s a hassle.

"But if you want," Hilda whispered, "I can take another look at Miss Nafry’s future.

"If you can find Commander Atalante, I’ll be reassured."

"In that case, you wouldn’t tell us how to find her... right?"

"Exactly."

Hilda nodded, "If I told you, you might end up not finding her. But if you can’t find her... I’ll let you know—at least that the current method of searching is wrong."

As she spoke, her gaze suddenly became distant.

—Just like zoning out in class.

It was as noticeable as a teacher standing at the podium.

But suddenly, Hilda, like a startled cat, the whole... the whole horse stepped back two steps, looking around frantically.

"Are you looking for me?"

A female voice tinged with a hint of authority rang out from above.

Then the whirlwind touched down.

—It was overwhelmingly beautiful.

Boasting a voluptuous and healthy figure, her silky silver hair was tied into a ponytail resting at the front left side of her chest.

She seemed to be constantly smiling, lightly leaping down from mid-air and landing without making a sound.

But just by looking at her, Lin Yiyi felt slightly out of breath. It was like trying to breathe forcefully against strong wind, a sensation of tightness along her spine, bringing an odd, suffocating pleasure.

Lin Yiyi’s head was suddenly held single-handedly, pushed against her chest, vigorously rubbing her ears.

"Little Streamlight, what do you need from me?"

The other asked with a smile, "Looking for a beating again?"