He quickly put on his shoes and closed the door in a minute, and took half a minute to walk downstairs. Just as he took his first breath of fresh air in the morning, he saw a crowd in front of the Star Wars company building not far away, with colorful balloons hanging up, and it was bustling with activity.

From memory, today wasn't a particularly special day apart from the holiday, and this half-dead company had been increasingly desolate, cold, and quiet. Why were there suddenly balloons today? Even from several hundred meters away, he could feel the grandeur and prestige of the Star Wars company, which was different from regular small workshops, perhaps in its imposing manner.

The bored chubby guy walked while glancing at a crowd gathered around a booth in the distance. In this era, it's not unheard of for people to gather around a booth, but it's rare. Driven by his little citizen's mentality, he decided to take a look.

"Excuse me, make some space, brother in front, let me through." The chubby guy squeezed into the crowd with difficulty and was surprised to find that the booth ahead was a fortune-telling old man...

At the same time, Feng Yi also paused slightly, looking at the guy with a not-yet-awake expression, linking to how last night the chubby guy's brain must have been in a state of extreme tension and excitement during the guild war. Incredibly, what Allen said was indeed not wrong, as the time coincidentally passed fifteen minutes, and the chubby guy appeared.

Allen winked in the direction where Feng Yi originally wasn't, as if to say, "Kid, my foresight was right, wasn't it?"

This... besides being dumbfounded, Feng Yi didn't know what to say.

"Come, young man, I find you destined, let me do a fortune-telling for you," Allen said to the chubby guy.

The chubby guy was still unclear about the situation and absentmindedly found himself approached for fortune-telling. Well, why not, especially since it didn't cost anything. After standing here for over half a minute, he saw two people getting their fortunes told, where the previous two had handed hundred-yuan bills to Allen, who pushed them away one by one. Now it was the chubby guy's turn, Allen looked at him and said, "You had a dream last night."

"Ah? Dream!" The chubby guy chewed on the word 'dream' and fell into life contemplation. Yes, everyone dreams. Although the dream he had last night was weird, it didn't seem unreasonable. Then, Allen handed him a Soul Suppressing Charm, claiming it could calm his nerves and ward off evil.

Unclear why, but taking it wouldn't lose him anything. The chubby guy, like those before him, dug into his pocket, looking for cash. Although the other party wouldn't accept it, it was just a polite gesture. Surprisingly, he found no change, only two hundred-yuan notes. So, to show his generosity, the chubby guy handed one over without hesitation, simultaneously chanting in his mind, "Don't take it, don't take it, don't take it...you can't possibly take it, take it and I'll curse you."

The situation was precisely as the chubby guy imagined, Allen waved his hand, not taking it—no, while doing so, he took out one of them and said one was enough.

What was happening? How did he feel bamboozled with a hundred-yuan bill taken from him? This hundred-yuan bill, though not much, was earned every day by waking up early, working in the sewers at midnight, and as a low-level miner, saving bit by bit. With New Year approaching in a couple of months, he was thinking of saving a hundred a day. Little did he know this old fox took a hundred off him just like that.

A round of applause surrounded him... How delightful, it could be said, except the first young man whose family was in trouble and made a bet with the old gentleman for a hundred, the rest had their money refused. Since the old gentleman accepted the chubby guy's money, there must be a reason. Everyone around applauded him enthusiastically.

The chubby guy was about to cry, his face reflecting his vivid inner thoughts as he muttered, "No more fortunes, give me my money back, I'm done."

"Hahahahaha... young man," Allen said meaningfully, patting the chubby guy on the shoulder, "Money should still be paid, off you go."

"Where are you taking me?"

"Wherever you should go, from wherever you came."

Fraud! It was all a fraud! This was definitely a pre-set trap! But Zhang Xiaobo only mumbled in his heart; as an adult, fooling around in public seemed unsophisticated. He recalled last night's dream and instead felt calm, scratching his head, "Then what did I dream about last night?"

"You dreamt of an old friend, who was also your comrade. I believe you will see him soon."

Ah! This? Zhang Xiaobo felt as though struck by lightning from a clear sky; he had asked subconsciously, expecting nothing, never thinking he could get such an astounding answer even he barely remembered from this fortune teller.

"Old sir, take all the money and tell me his whereabouts."

Standing nearby, observing carefully, Feng Yi felt quite complicated; huh, it seemed having this guy as company wasn't wasted after all.

For Zhang Xiaobo's follow-up questions, Allen merely pointed out that when fate aligns, they would meet again, then hastily moved on to find the next person.

Until the eighth person appeared, Allen concentrated and said, "Hmm... you may face mortal danger today."

The surrounding crowd erupted instantly, because everything Allen previously said had come true without exception. His words shocked them.

The fortune-telling man was an ordinary-looking office worker, never having conflicts with others, much less arguments, so he couldn't imagine a source of any danger but was obviously quite startled by Allen's reply, saying excitedly, "Old sir, where does the danger come from?"

"Well... unexpected disaster is danger, random misfortune is danger, cause and effect grudges can also be danger."

"Please, sir, save me, give me a way to avoid it."

"Where there's a cause, there's an effect; without a cause, results can still form. If you ask where results stem from, haven't you heard that the sky holds unpredictable weather, while man experiences sudden fortune and misfortune? As for a changeable method, I'll give you four words: be cautious in everything, danger will resolve into nothing, namely returning to a state of void."

Void? Feng Yi did know the term void, which covered one of the deities of stems and branches. Void doesn't simply mean 'danger' in the true sense but hints at emptiness. Whether fortune or disaster, it ultimately turns to void, thus danger or fortune glued to void can avert crisis, but clearly, Allen never claimed to be an astrologer, so Feng Yi believed it comprehended possible events through the time-space axis.

After receiving countless thanks, the person left worriedly, and Allen then gestured for everyone to disperse and packed up to leave.

Until they reached a place unnoticed by anyone, Allen transformed to his original form, the chairs and tables vanished into thin air, replaced instead by scene transition. He and Feng Yi appeared inside the last fortune young man's car in a manner undetectable by normal people.

"Did we come here to confirm something?"

"Yes and no; according to the normal principle of fate, this person will die today."

Feng Yi was shocked, "He didn't appear physically ill; could it be the random misfortune you mentioned?"

"It's all possible, as there's no absolute result in the world. All developments of things merely show relative reflective sides. What you see isn't necessarily false, nor what I say accurately true. Everything varies microscopically due to its surrounding, causing chain errors affecting results. Minor errors influenced at the micro level, significant ones at the macro level. Humans being smarter than animals manifest in changing event trajectories through wisdom, deeply tied to results. Once stepping outside the event itself, the more you learn, you'll know temporal and spatial structures operate similarly overall, yet microscopic paths diverge. Like stars with two solar masses appearing round from the surface but having interior roughness—compared to the macro cosmos, such celestial bodies are nearly perfect. From a human perspective, cells show no difference between each other. Subjectively, everyone sets self-worth as a core point, thus whether macro or micro, the states appear relative. Observed from my perspective, this person's predetermined result wouldn't change."

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