Chapter 165 -165-One Hundred Divinations
Simar the scholar’s divination techniques were widely acknowledged as accurate and reliable. A single divination already carried an astonishing success rate of over 80%. But if one performed the same divination a hundred times and received the same result each time, that would mean the likelihood of the event occurring was nearly absolute—approaching 100%.
At that moment, silence descended upon the entire Royal Society. Not a single person made a sound.
Yet Tarishead, ever the rigorous academic, maintained his cautious skepticism.
"Simar, I would like you to perform the divination once more."
Simar nodded and picked up the crystal ball on the table again, initiating another round of the sacred ritual. This time, however, the results were strikingly different from those before.
In the previous divinations, Simar had only received the final outcome. The process—what occurred in between—remained a mystery. But this time, the crystal ball projected far more information than ever before.
A massive city emerged—grand, yet eerily silent. Its streets lay deserted, and scattered across them were Artists, each one seemingly unconscious or comatose. The strange, unnerving scene played vividly inside the orb.
The human scholars present all widened their eyes in shock.
They had scoured the world for the legendary City of Artists without success, only to now see it so clearly inside a crystal ball.
And judging by the condition of the Artists... something had clearly gone wrong. Or perhaps... had they been robbed?
The Royal Society’s scholars erupted into hushed, frantic discussion. Their theories and conjectures overlapped and collided like crashing waves.