Dig Up the Sun Emperor's Legacy: I Build an Invincible Undead Legion-Chapter 162: Chasing Prophecies

Rock Sand City, East District Corner, inside a gloomy fortune-telling shop

"Becky! Becky!!"

Bang!

A hurried figure burst through the door.

"Diliya, you’re back in one piece."

Inside the shop, a girl wearing a veil with only bright eyes visible felt genuinely ’thrilled’ about her best friend’s safe return.

Diliya flopped down and said with irritation:

"What’s that supposed to mean? Sounds like you were hoping I’d kick the bucket."

"You caught me red-handed!"

"Hey! And you call yourself my best friend!"

Diliya got steamed and reached out to tickle Becky’s ribs.

"Hahaha! That tickles!"

As a fortune teller, Becky’s fighting skills were basically nonexistent. Unable to fight back, she could only beg for mercy:

"Stop, stop, I was wrong!"

"Hmph!"

Diliya smugly pulled her hands back:

"I’ll let it slide this time."

Becky’s eyes sparkled with mischief:

"Lady Diliya, what have you been up to during your grand disappearing act?"

"Aren’t you supposed to be a fortune teller?

Take a wild guess."

"Fortune telling..."

Becky quietly started messing with her crystal ball, her slender fingers tracing deliberate patterns across its smooth, translucent surface. The orb caught the dim candlelight filtering through the shop, casting dancing reflections on the cluttered shelves around them.

For the sake of fortune teller dignity, she had to put on a show! This was her moment to prove she wasn’t just some amateur playing dress-up in mystical robes.

Taking a deep, theatrical breath, she closed her eyes with exaggerated solemnity, her dark lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. She placed both hands on the crystal ball with careful precision, her palms hovering just above its surface as if drawing energy from within. The crystal seemed to pulse with a faint, ethereal glow—or maybe that was just wishful thinking on her part.

Straightening her shoulders and tilting her head back slightly, she began her chant in a voice deeper and more mysterious than her usual tone, each word carefully enunciated as if she were invoking ancient powers...

"Noble fate, I call upon your wisdom..."

After what felt like forever, Becky opened her eyes. Her gaze seemed to pierce through everything, her voice all mystical:

"Diliya, under fate’s watchful eye, you ran into trouble but managed to turn it around."

Becky was confident—this was her tried-and-true divination ’method’!

Diliya waited a beat, then said in disbelief:

"Um... that’s it?"

"Wasn’t my reading spot-on?"

Becky blinked innocently.

"But you said the exact same thing last time!"

Diliya couldn’t help reaching out to pinch her friend’s cheeks:

"Can’t you jazz up your fortune telling a little!

No wonder you don’t have a single customer!"

Under Diliya’s ’attack,’ Becky nodded frantically:

"I’ll change it up, I promise!

Let me go!"

Diliya was about to release her when she planned to fill her friend in on her terrible journey.

Suddenly, she saw Becky’s pupils undergo a weird transformation!

An otherworldly voice suddenly rang out:

"Black mandala withers,

The overlapping selves finally begin to split apart,

One returns to darkness, one chases light.

The familiar traveler arrives, taking away half of you.

The strange traveler visits, taking away half of you.

Do not mourn, all is written by time and space,

Do not fight, all is fate’s design."

Brilliant starlight blazed, reflecting Diliya’s figure—that figure looked like two different forms layered on top of each other.

"Is... is this about me?"

Diliya whispered, completely hooked by the poem’s meaning:

"Overlapping selves... half... do not fight...

Is this talking about my two bodies?"

The brilliant starlight faded, Becky’s pupils went back to normal.

Seeing her friend’s spaced-out look, she asked curiously:

"Huh? What’s gotten into you?"

Hearing this, Diliya looked totally confused:

"Huh???

Don’t you remember? You just delivered a prophecy!!!"

"Prophecy? What prophecy?"

Becky looked completely lost.

In her memory, she was getting pinched by Diliya.

Wait, when did Diliya let go?

She suddenly realized something was off—part of her memory had vanished!!!

"Just now, your eyes suddenly..."

Diliya quickly filled her in on what just happened, especially hammering home the prophecy part.

After hearing it all, Becky got pumped:

"I... my prophetic gift finally kicked in?"

This meant she could finally hold her head high and become a real, honest-to-goodness prophet!

No more putting up with cranky customers questioning her abilities!

And no more scraping by writing cheesy novels!

The good life was calling!

"Becky, don’t get carried away!

What does your prophecy actually mean?

I’ve been racking my brain and I’m stumped."

Diliya frantically called to her friend. She was dying to know what the prophecy meant.

Any way you sliced it, this prophecy was talking about disasters heading her way.

How could she not be freaking out?

"Ah... this..."

Becky looked sheepish. Could she admit she was just as clueless?

But seeing her friend’s trusting, worried eyes, she could only dig through every scrap of knowledge in her head and start a serious interpretation:

"Black mandala stands for December."

"Black mandala withers probably means you’ll hit some rough patches next month."

"Overlapping selves..."

Becky said hesitantly:

"Should mean your two bodies are going to split up."

"Uh-huh, and then?"

Diliya hung on every word—it really matched her own thinking.

"As for the rest...

Sorry, Diliya, I’ve never run into anything like this before. I’m drawing a blank."

Not wanting to steer her friend wrong, Becky decided to come clean.

"Agh! How can you not know!

This is your own prophecy!"

The most crucial part couldn’t be figured out—Diliya nearly had a fit.

"Hey, I just awakened this ability, so not having full control is pretty normal, right?"

Becky stuck up for herself—this wasn’t her fault.

"Scratch—scratch—"

Clawing sounds filled the air as Diliya felt wound up and restless.

This feeling of knowing she’d face some major disaster but not knowing what it was—absolutely maddening!!!

Seeing her friend’s frantic state, Becky tried to calm her down:

"It’s fine. The prophecy said not to fight it, not to mourn, because nothing’s going to change anyway."

"...Gee, thanks a bunch."

Diliya stopped scratching at the wall and got up to leave.

"Where are you headed?"

"To track down the ’familiar traveler’ and ’strange traveler’!"

Bang! Diliya slammed the door and stormed out.

Becky seemed to remember something and hurried after her, shouting:

"Hey! You never told me about your adventures!"

"Next time!!!"

"Then I’ll split the book royalties with you next time!!!"

"Wait! I’m coming back right now!!!"

"..."