Die, Replay, Repeat

As Fang Xiu finished speaking, he made sure to manipulate Joker into an over-the-top display of shock and disbelief. In dreams like this, the more dramatic the reaction, the more it stuck with the crowd.

Joker’s whole body trembled as he clutched his mask, pointing a shaking finger at Fang Xiu. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! There’s no way to break through the fifth tier in the real world!"

Fang Xiu responded with a cold, knowing laugh. "You’re wrong, Joker. Not only does it exist, but I will reveal the method to break through the fifth tier for all to know. Soon, anyone will be able to reach that power."

At those words, a mystical light flickered in Fang Xiu’s eyes—a silver gleam, like the essence of order itself. It was as if the Flow of Time had come alive in his gaze, vast and incomprehensible.

His robes began to flutter, though no wind was blowing, moving as if touched by some invisible force.

And then, something miraculous happened.

The sound of rushing water filled the air, a powerful, awe-inspiring roar that echoed across the battlefield.

A breathtaking sight unfolded before everyone—a river stretching across time itself, flowing from the past to the future, its presence radiating an overwhelming sense of power and eternity.

It was like a cosmic stream, a river that defied all limits.

Joker’s eyes widened in horror. "That’s... the Flow of Time!"

Panic surged through him as he screamed, "Stop him! Stop him now! He’s going to find the way to break through the fifth tier from the future!"

In response, waves of the Pokers charged toward Fang Xiu like an unstoppable tide.

Countless enemies swarmed, ready to strike him down.

But just as they closed in, the injured captains of the headquarters pushed forward, standing between Fang Xiu and the advancing horde.

"Protect the Foreseer!" one shouted.

"As long as he foresees the way to break through the fifth tier, we’ll win!" another yelled.

Their passionate cries lit a fire in the dream’s inhabitants, and soon, everyone in the crowd was swept up in the fight. They knew now that the key to victory was the Foreseer and his ability to unlock the path to the fifth tier.

Fang Xiu watched this unfold with satisfaction. In the midst of such chaos, no one had time to question whether the fifth tier breakthrough was real. The more frantic and desperate their enemies became, the more deeply the crowd believed.

The battle raged on, louder and more intense, as the Flow of Time roared through the scene.

Joker, still in his role, continued to shout in terror from the sidelines. "Stop him before he completes the prophecy! We can’t let him reveal the method!"

The captains held their ground, refusing to let Joker have the last word. "You’ll never stop us! The Foreseer will reveal the way, and the fifth tier will belong to humanity!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Explosions ripped through the battlefield, shaking the ground and splitting the sky. It was a perfect display of rising tension—a classic story structure, where the villains seem to win, only for the hero to pull off a miraculous comeback.

When the captains were finally defeated, left groaning on the ground, Fang Xiu stepped forward.

His eyes glowed once again with that silver light of order, as cold and distant as the gaze of a god.

Reaching into the Flow of Time, he scooped up a single droplet of water—clear and pure, shimmering with power.

He held the droplet high above his head, and suddenly, it burst into a radiant light so bright it covered the entire battlefield.

People froze in place, stunned by the sheer brilliance of the sight.

Fang Xiu’s voice cut through the silence, calm and confident. "I have found the method to break through the fifth tier from the future."

As those words echoed across the scene, a deathly stillness fell over the battlefield.

Everyone—friend, foe, and the injured captains—stared at the glowing droplet of water in his hand, their faces filled with awe and disbelief.

Xiao Chuxia stared at Fang Xiu, still shaken by what she had just witnessed.

For the first time, she truly understood the sheer power that lies could hold. It wasn’t just any lie—this was a masterpiece of deception, an elaborate, carefully woven illusion that made her feel as if endless streams of shimmering, deceitful energy were surging into her.

The amount of power was staggering, but what really took her breath away was the quality of it.

This wasn’t like casually lying about a name or a simple fact. No, this was different—an entire world had been deceived, countless minds trapped in a grand story, believing every word.

None of them would ever doubt the existence of the method to break through the fifth tier. It was truth to them now.

Fang Xiu had been building this for months, meticulously laying the foundation for his grand lie. He had planted the seeds early, making everyone believe in his foresight and the reality of fifth-tier psychics.

He had orchestrated the attacks, crafting a scenario where the enemy seemed determined to stop him from revealing the breakthrough.

Every detail had been placed perfectly, until it all culminated in this moment.

The crowd, still swept up in the dream, shouted in pure joy.

“This is it! We’re going to win!”

“Long live the Foreseer!”

Joker, furious, screamed at his soldiers. "No! We can’t let him reveal the method! Kill him! Kill him now!"

"Kill!" The enemies surged forward like a tidal wave, rushing toward Fang Xiu.

But Fang Xiu simply raised the water droplet, his eyes gleaming with control.

With a firm squeeze, he crushed it, and it exploded into rays of divine light that bathed him in brilliance.

For a moment, he looked like a god among mortals, his voice ringing out with authority:

"Everyone, listen carefully. The method to break through the fifth tier is…"

The entire crowd leaned in, hanging on his every word, desperate to hear the secret.

Their minds were consumed by this one thought, this overwhelming desire to know the truth.

And just as the power of lies reached its peak—everything froze.

The dream shattered into pieces, dissolving as Fang Xiu and Xiao Chuxia returned to the real world.

Fang Xiu turned to her, his gaze cool and measured. "How did it go?"

Xiao Chuxia’s face was still flushed with excitement, her cheeks glowing. "I’ve never seen so much power from lies in my life. It’s... unbelievable!"

"Focus," Fang Xiu cut in, his voice sharp. "Is it enough to help you push a fourth-tier psychic through to the fifth tier?"

Her enthusiasm faltered. She hesitated for a moment, then answered, "Well… probably... maybe… I think it could be enough."

Fang Xiu’s expression darkened immediately, his eyes narrowing. "I want a definite answer."

Xiao Chuxia swallowed nervously. "Xiu, you know I’ve never done this before. I’m not even at the fourth tier myself, so it’s hard to say for sure. But based on my calculations, it should be enough. Still, if we could gather a little more power, it’d be safer."

SWISH!

In a flash, Fang Xiu pressed the Scalpel against her neck, the blade cold and sharp against her skin.

Xiao Chuxia stiffened, her breath catching in her throat. Her heart raced, and all her muscles tensed as she stared at him, wide-eyed.

"I hope you’re not lying to keep some of the power for yourself," Fang Xiu said quietly, his tone dangerous and calm.

A wave of frustration rose inside Xiao Chuxia. "You think I'd do that? Exactly how cheap I am in your view?"

"Cheaper than you can imagine," Fang Xiu replied coldly.

Xiao Chuxia bit her tongue, swallowing the sharp retort burning in her mind.

'You’ve got to be kidding me,' she thought. 'All we did was work together in a dream, and this is how you treat me?'

Of course, she kept those thoughts firmly to herself.