The Game of Global Mining

Seeing that the City Beauty was silent, Metatron advised, "Miss, this is the best solution."

Tifa let out a long sigh, "This matter is of great importance, I must personally go to the Oak City court hearing on the day."

Metatron said, "Then I’ll go organize the evidence right away!"

...

At this, the Ten Lords Chat Group erupted in applause: "Finally, we can add charges against that bastard again!"

Sariel laughed heartily, "Little Mei, make sure to ’organize’ the evidence well!"

Metatron sighed, "Although we haven’t found the real culprit, this result is still acceptable."

The Lords laughed, "Whether it’s the real culprit or not, Chun must receive severe punishment!"

Sariel chuckled, "Exactly, isn’t that fly just trying to increase the negative reputation for the Pirates? Killing the Dancing Girl is no good deed, the Pirates will despise him as well!"

Michael said solemnly, "I feel something’s amiss!"

The Lords were surprised, "What is amiss?"

Michael retorted, "Once the charge of murdering 44 Dancing Girls is established, he might as well go to Hell—"

Gabriel laughed, "No, no, no, there’s no need for Hell. Anyway, Oak City’s conditions aren’t sufficient; we can’t detain such a vicious criminal, of course, he should be sent to the boss!"

The Lords laughed, "Indeed, the boss should share some of our troubles. Otherwise, every time Chun is detained somewhere, a bunch of Curry impersonates him to cause trouble, only the Golden Divine Throne is free from Curry!"

Rachael laughed, "Don’t worry, boss. My Divine Realm Prison still welcomes him!"

Michael sighed helplessly, "You’re really giving me a headache."

Uriel said, "I’ve found the Prophet from Black Dragon City, let me stream a little of the Black Dragon prediction feature for everyone."

Gabriel exclaimed, "Prophet? Not Astrologer?"

"Yes, just Prophet. Let’s see how I’m fooled!"

At this moment, Uriel entered a sparkling mine-like cave, and an elderly man with a hunched back and a cloak... Lizardman?

"Honorable Sage, I am Izak, the Dragon Servant Prophet, and I’ve been waiting for you for half a day. Do you have any questions?"

Uriel was momentarily confused, "Are you the one who taught the Plague Angel lady the Dragon Language?"

"Yes, the noble lady is very intelligent and has already mastered basic Dragon Language."

Uriel exclaimed, "How old are you?"

"I am already 1,300 years old, which is considered extraordinarily long-lived for my Dragon Servant race."

Uriel was amazed, "Then you experienced the Void War of a thousand years ago?"

"Yes, back then I was a brave Combat Priest at the frontline. With my keen sense of danger, I survived each time, and that’s when I discovered my gift for premonition, which is why I took on the Prophet profession."

Uriel was actually there to cause trouble, "Can I see your scars?"

"No need."

Uriel had so many Privilege Points that he had no place to use them, so he forcefully asserted his privilege, "Don’t be modest, this is my reverence for a Hero!"

Under the power of privilege, the Prophet couldn’t refuse and removed his cloak, revealing his wrinkled and yellow-hued scaled belly.

"Where are the scars?"

The Prophet turned around to reveal a fake tail was attached at the base, with cross-wise and lengthwise ridges on his back!

Pu!!

Uriel couldn’t hold back, and the Lords burst into laughter.

Uriel laughed, "Alright, Mr. Izak, I now truly believe you are an outstanding Prophet!"

The Prophet quickly donned his cloak, his voice slightly out of tune, "Please proceed with your questions, honorable Sage."

Uriel asked, "If I ask about the Void God... matters of the divine, you can’t answer, can you?"

The Prophet said sternly, "Who says the matters of the divine cannot be predicted?"

Uriel exclaimed, "Some human Astrologer-type professions say so."

The Prophet sneered, "That’s because such weak and lowly races can’t predict because they don’t even understand what a god is! Like a mouse seeing a cat and thinking the cat is a god!"

Uriel was amazed, "Then what is a god?"

The Prophet said, "The sun, moon, stars, spring, summer, autumn, winter, earthquakes, landslides, tsunamis, hurricanes - those are gods!"

Uriel was bewildered, "Isn’t that just natural law?"

"Law is god! The stronger it is, the more it can be predicted!"

Indeed, in the game, the Creator God is defined as a form of regular law.

Uriel was indeed impressed, "Then please predict the Void God for me!"

The Prophet said solemnly, "There’s no such thing as the Void God?"

Uriel was shocked, "But it was roaring nearby all day long!"

The Prophet coldly said, "I don’t acknowledge that as a god, it’s just a mouse seeing a cat."

Uriel questioned, "But the generals in the Military Department said..."

The Prophet asked, "Did they say it was a god?"

After thinking carefully, Uriel realized they hadn’t!

"The exact words were that it reached Divine-level, even more terrifying."

The Prophet said solemnly, "The sun and moon are gods, are they terrifying?"

Uriel was dumbfounded, "Not terrifying."

"Therefore, something more terrifying than a god isn’t necessarily a god."

Uriel suddenly felt like he was debating with a Priest, growing impatient, "Then just predict where the Void God is!"

The Prophet said, "I only predict the true Void God, if it exists, it could only exist in one place—"

He then unfurled a Void map, pointing to a densely star-destroyed area, "Here, the Ancient Battlefield of the God, Demon, and Dragon War from a thousand years ago! According to natural laws, only here would there be enough residual souls to form a god."

Uriel was taken aback, well, I knew that too, did I need you to tell me?

Uriel asked again, "Where is that roaring thing?"

The Prophet snorted, "If a cat wants to catch a mouse, does it need to chase the mouse around? Wouldn’t it just block its lair?"

In the end, you just can’t predict it!

"I have nothing more to say! Honorable Sage, take care."

With that, the Prophet left, swaying.

The chat group was abuzz.

Uriel was exasperated, "It’s just a debate trick, no real skills! Also a fraud!"

Michael laughed, "But he still offered a correct approach, let’s directly go to the Ancient Battlefield and see. You and I can each convince our superiors, join diplomatic forces, even if they won’t team up, the two of us can join as a delegation."

Uriel: "Understood..."

Just then, Gabriel received a message from the butler, "Madam, our Curry informant reports, 500 Curry players in Oak City received an assembly notification, preparing for a nighttime operation in the slums under the codename ’Power of the Ganges,’ but none know the specifics of the operation."

Gabriel laughed, "Assembling in the slums? Are they planning to compete with the gangs for territory?"

Raphael laughed, "Is this the plan Tata War God came up with after staying in the clinic for a day?"

Sariel laughed, "Quite reasonable. This proves he’s indeed controlled by the Demonic Puppets’ strings, unable to leave Oak City, and fearing the police batons, he can only develop in the slums."

Gabriel laughed, "Indeed, I’m looking forward to it..."