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Translator's note: If other people reading the note in the bag too early would change the future, then what about Fang Xiu himself? And exactly when will be the right time to read the note?
Everyone in the room itched to open their fortune bags. Who wouldn’t want to catch a glimpse of their future, after all?
But Fang Xiu’s next words quickly put a stop to their curiosity.
“These bags are meant to help you survive when danger strikes. Sure, you can choose to open them early, but doing so could change the future. If you end up dead because of it, don’t come crying to me. I’ve warned you.”
The moment those words left his mouth, the group froze in place.
No matter how curious they were, not a single person dared to open the bags now. No one was willing to gamble with their life.
Fang Xiu wasn’t just speaking for drama’s sake—he was serious.
The fortune bags had been carefully prepared based on the Specter incident reports they’d all written before the timeline reset.
These reports detailed everything: how each team handled the Specter events, how many had died, the patterns they’d noticed, and what steps they’d taken to deal with the threats.
The purpose of the fortune bags was simple: when danger hit, they would show the group the best course of action—like a walkthrough in a video game.
However, if anyone looked at their bag too early, they would know what was coming—and that knowledge could alter their choices. If they acted differently, they could change the course of the future.
“Now, Group One,” Fang Xiu’s voice cut through the tension, “take your team to Yida Shopping Mall in the West Area. A Specter Domain is about to appear there.”
The leader of Group One froze, his face drained of color. He knew what this meant—Fang Xiu had foreseen the future again.
He clutched the fortune bag tightly in his hands, as though it were the only thing tethering him to reality.
Just then, a knock echoed through the office.
A staff member rushed in, breathless.
“Sir, a Specter incident just occurred in the West Area of Shangjing. It's in a large shopping mall, and thousands of people are trapped inside the Specter Domain. Here are the details.”
“Mm, put it on the desk,” Fang Xiu muttered casually, not even looking up.
The staff member, now in a state of mild panic, faltered.
“Sir, please—take a look at the details! The situation is urgent!”
But as he spoke, he realized that the ten group leaders were all staring at him in stunned silence, as if they had just seen the impossible.
It was then that the leader of Group One, with a determined look, suddenly spoke up.
“Sir, I’m leaving now.”
He turned on his heel and rushed out of the office, heading straight for his team.
The staff member stood frozen, staring after him in confusion before turning back to Fang Xiu.
“Sir… you already predicted this?”
Fang Xiu nodded with cool indifference, then shifted his gaze to the other group leaders.
“Group Two, take your team to Room 501, Building C, Junjing Living Community in the North Area. A Specter will soon break into a resident’s home.”
The leader of Group Two immediately snapped to attention.
“Yes, sir!”
“Group Three, be at 33 Fangxin Road, Yuhua District, at midnight.”
“Group Four, head to Chaoyang Road in the Hexi District at 18:00.”
“Group Five…”
As Fang Xiu continued issuing commands, the group leaders jumped into action, their every movement precise and purposeful.
Meanwhile, the staff member who had entered to report stood rooted to the spot, utterly dumbfounded.
He had no idea how he even left the office. His mind was still reeling from the surreal experience.
When he finally made it back to his own office, his colleagues instantly noticed his odd, dazed expression.
“Lee, what happened? Why do you look like hell?”
Lee took a long, steadying breath, trying to collect his thoughts before speaking.
“I... I just saw the future.”
His colleagues leaned in, intrigued by the strange statement.
“Did Chief Commander Fang predict everything right there in his office?”
“Hurry up, tell us what happened!”
Lee didn’t keep them in suspense. With a mixture of disbelief and awe, he began recounting everything he had witnessed inside Fang Xiu’s office.
When Lee finished recounting his story, the room fell into stunned silence.
For a long moment, no one knew what to say. The weight of what they'd just heard hung in the air, too surreal to process.
Then, the ringing of the phone broke the quiet.
Lee snapped to attention and quickly grabbed the receiver.
An urgent voice came through, sharp and frantic.
“Emergency! A Specter has appeared in the North Area’s Junjing Community!”
Lee was momentarily caught off guard. “Is it in Room 501 of Building C?” he asked, his voice oddly calm.
The person on the other end hesitated, surprised by the question.
“Yes, it’s in Building C, but we’re still trying to pinpoint exactly which unit the Specter is in. We need to send someone to investigate. You should notify Chief Commander Fang and have him arrange the response.”
Lee didn’t even bat an eye. His voice remained steady, but there was a certain finality to it.
“There’s no need to notify him. He already knows. The Specter event is happening in Junjing Community, Room 501, Building C, and he’s already dispatched Group Two to handle it. You need to make arrangements on your end to assist and focus on evacuating the civilians.”
The line went quiet for a moment, as if the person on the other end was trying to process the sheer certainty in Lee’s words. But before they could respond, Lee hung up the phone and stood there, his mind racing.
“Chief Commander Fang... he is truly incredible!” Lee muttered to himself, a look of awe and disbelief crossing his face.