The moment Shersha’s forehead touched Chi-Woo’s, memories flowed into his mind; not his, but Shersha’s. Sometime later, Chi-Woo opened his eyes. Shersha did the same and pulled away, taking a couple steps back. Chi-Woo looked at the white-haired girl in front of him a bit differently from before. Though it was only a small piece of memory rather than the information he wanted, he now understood why Shersha had pursed her lips whenever he asked for information.

In martial arts novels, a skill called dongjagong came up from time to time. It was the martial arts skill where one amassed power by abstaining from contact with the other sex. Those who mastered this art were able to quickly amass strong and pure energy, but there was one crucial rule that practitioners had to always keep. If they lost their virginity to the opposite sex, they would lose all the energy they had amassed through this art. The prophecy ability that Shersha had was similar to dongjagong in this sense, or perhaps even stricter.

In the first place, prophecies were indefinite since the future was always changing. No matter how menial one’s choice was in the present, there was the possibility of the future splitting into many different paths continuously. Of course, there were things like the ‘definite future’ that Chi-Hyun spoke about, which were destined to happen and almost impossible to change. And among such futures, there were ones that a human shouldn’t rashly bring up—‘secrets from the heavens’.

Thus, Shersha needed to uphold two conditions every time she prophesied. First, she must only inform those she was prophesying about the general direction they should take and conform to the rules of the secrets of the heavens. Second, all the goals and actions...