Chapter 283: Glimpses and Interpretations of Destiny (3k)
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“Stars fall, skies collapse, day turns to night, night turns to day, gods turn to mortals…”
“Blood! Blood! Everywhere is blood!”
“Bones pile up, corpses stack high!”
“He died, she died, they all died!”
“Everyone will die!”
“Ahh!”
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Another scream echoed, and Eudora snapped back to reality. The dark night sky in her eyes receded like a tide, becoming clear once more.
The fear that had momentarily appeared on her face seemed as if it were just an act, completely gone now.
She looked around in confusion, clearly puzzled by the sudden attention she had garnered.
“What… what happened?” Eudora asked tremblingly, trying hard to gather herself.
But the students were equally shocked by her alarming prophecy, even causing Professor Metia to pause.
“Professor, what did she pay for this?”
Dark Demon’s voice came from behind, startling Professor Metia.
She quickly composed herself and glanced at Dark, surprised by his clear thinking.
Then she turned back to Eudora, bending down to closely examine her face.
Eudora, being a naturally soft-spoken child, was at a loss and could only let Professor Metia handle her.
After a while, Professor Metia took a deep breath, her serious gaze fixed on Eudora’s eyes.
In those eyes, filled with a hint of timidity, a shining golden star was hidden—a star that couldn’t be ignored!
Although Eudora had the Eyes of the Stars, the star didn’t usually appear under normal circumstances.
This golden star in her eye was clearly a result of “divination”!
“It’s not the most lethal, but it’s certainly the trickiest…”
Professor Metia couldn’t help but furrow her brows.
However, this wasn’t something she could say directly in front of the students.
As a professor, her priority should be to soothe the fear caused by the prophecy.
So she relaxed her brow and smiled gently, “Thankfully, there aren’t any obvious side effects. After class, you can go with me to see Sister Carrian for a thorough check-up.”
Upon hearing this, Eudora timidly asked, “Professor, what exactly happened just now?”
Professor Metia waved her wand, a stream of starlight flowing, and smiled, “Congratulations, you’ve completed your first divination as an astrologer!”
“First divination?” Eudora looked bewildered, “But why don’t I remember anything?”
Professor Metia chuckled, “There are many elements involved here, related to mana and the brain’s capacity. Of course, it also depends on how strong your astrological skills are.”
Eudora lowered her head nervously, “Does this mean I can become an astrologer?”
Professor Metia nodded with a smile, “Yes. If you’re willing, I’d like to be your guide.”
Eudora opened her mouth in astonishment.
Professor Metia had a good impression among the young magi.
Apart from her impressive titles, her background with the Star Tower was a significant bonus!
The Star Tower was almost a holy place for astrologers. Every astrologer was proud to enter it.
If Eudora became Professor Metia’s disciple and entered the Star Tower later, it would be almost certain.
Professor Metia gently rubbed her head and said softly, “Don’t rush into making a decision. We’ll discuss it after class. It’s a very important matter, and we need your parents’ agreement.”
Eudora nodded cutely, still half-open-mouthed.
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With this small twist of accepting a student, the young magi finally recovered from the terrifying prophecy.
Since the one who made the prophecy was Eudora, not Professor Metia, some people didn’t take it too seriously.
Besides, seers often spoke cryptically, and their predictions were frequently exaggerated.
Especially in recent years, alarming prophecies had become more frequent.
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In fact, many people still cared deeply about these prophecies!
Professor Metia clearly understood this. After shifting attention by accepting a student, she casually continued, “Let’s continue the lesson. Last class, we assigned an interpretation of a single prophecy. I think everyone understands that interpreting a prophecy is highly personal. For instance, Eudora might have seen a painting by Biedergast.”
Laughter erupted in the classroom.
Biedergast was a contemporary abstract painter known for his twisted color blocks resembling flowing water.
Just mentioning him brought to mind a specific composition.
Black and white paint divided the canvas horizontally, black on top, white below, intermixed.
The tilted yellow dots represented falling stars.
The red arcs symbolized flowing blood.
The white patches represented piled corpses.
At first glance, it seemed like a child’s random scribble.
But upon closer inspection, it truly was a child’s scribble!
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Professor Metia’s casual remark had a significant effect.
Yet, someone still recorded the “prophecy” and pondered over it carefully.
Dark Demon was one of them.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that Eudora’s “prophecy” wasn’t much different from other alarming prophecies in recent years.
It was simply another version of “The Demon King’s Resurrection.”
And Dark knew this.
If the storm caused by the butterfly’s wings wasn’t enough to topple everything,
the Demon King would eventually rise again, and the Hero would take the stage.
Like a prewritten script in a theatrical play, it was a set piece.
But the dramatic changes in the era meant it wouldn’t cause much upheaval.
By then, he would just enjoy a cup of tea, eat a few sugar cookies, and watch from afar, contributing to the scene as a spectator.
—At least, that’s what he believed at the moment.
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Astronomy class had just begun and wouldn’t end because of this.
The students, after experiencing Eudora’s “divination,” became even more intrigued by the night sky on their desks.
Professor Metia continued teaching while observing.
Her mind was also reflecting on Eudora’s “prophecy.”
On its own, it wasn’t particularly remarkable.
In fact, it shared some similarities with what she wanted to verify.
The problem was, there were too many similar “prophecies”!
Seers always predicted peace during wars and war during peacetimes, because history cycles inevitably.
Such a mindset made it easier to “see” related things.
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“Hmm?”
Professor Metia suddenly stopped. She noticed a noticeable change in the “night sky” before Sarah Swati.
“What did you see?” she asked softly.
Sarah closed her eyes for a moment, then said, “Destiny.”
Professor Metia: “…”
Once the professor passed by, Sarah peeked through a small gap, watching her back and smiling mischievously.
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Professor Metia then approached Emma Maltis.
Emma was lifting her hands, casting a spell on the night sky like an old-time witch.
Something actually changed.
Professor Metia shook her head amusedly.
Three more…
Nine stars would shine tonight.
Six remained.
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“Wow, it’s coming! It’s coming!”
Pistons, the chubby student, suddenly shouted, catching Professor Metia’s attention.
She tapped him lightly on the head, silencing him.
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Silently, Robert’s eyes began to fill with a crimson tide.
Wit, who was deep in thought, noticed the change in atmosphere and instinctively tried to wake Robert up, but saw Professor Metia’s smile and quickly covered his mouth.
The night sky in front of Robert started to ripple slightly.
The edges of the night sky began to flow.
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Next, Heidi, who sat next to Sarah, also caught a glimpse of that feeling.
Then came one from Fool’s Academy.
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Seven more!
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While teasing Lil’Eevee, Dark noticed something off in the front row.
He raised his head abruptly.
He saw that the night sky in front of Rose was sparkling with countless stars!
Dark instinctively looked up at the sky.
Through the ceiling divided into hundreds of pieces, the starry sky was still barely visible.
He looked back down at Rose’s night sky.
Finally, he realized she had also sensed it.
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Professor Metia walked over and wasn’t surprised by Rose Florette’s success.
Last week’s astronomy class had already drawn her attention to Miss Florette.
The Florette family used to be one of the most noble families in the kingdom.
But times change.
Even the brightest stars eventually fall.
The decline of the Florette family was partly due to the changing times but also because of its ancient and rigid system.
Since ancient times, the main house and branches of the Florette family were separated.
Only the main lineage could inherit, while the rest were demoted to branches, unable to access true heritage.
If the main lineage’s bloodline ended prematurely, the entire inheritance system would collapse.
With Rose’s parents dead, the fall of the Florette family was inevitable.
But tides rise and fall, clouds gather and disperse.
After decline comes revival.
Professor Metia was a staunch determinist, firmly believing, “Great men are born great, and destiny is predetermined.”
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Halfway through the class.
The ninth star still hadn’t appeared.
Professor Metia clapped her hands, no longer waiting, “Now, those who glimpsed destiny, interpret it.”
