Yorkshin City, inside a private room at a large hotel.
Light, who had recovered from his injuries and been discharged from the hospital, was pacing back and forth in the living room.
Unusually, there were no gang bodyguards in the room; only the father and daughter were present.
Light was experiencing a mix of emotions at the moment, finding it difficult to articulate his exact feelings.
He looked at the clock hanging on the wall; it was the last day of November.
Once it passed midnight, a new month would begin.
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The reason he was pacing so anxiously was that he was about to witness his daughter display her extraordinary ability once again—her prophecy.
True prophecy, like a prediction.
"Dad, I'm a little sleepy," Neon said, sitting on the sofa, watching TV and rubbing her eyes while holding a teddy bear.
"Honey, just hold on a little longer. Dad really needs you to help me with a prophecy," Light said.
Hearing her father's words, Neon sighed helplessly, put her hands on her hips, and nodded like a little adult.
"You're hopeless. Alright, let me—the future great prophet—do a prophecy for you, Dad. I hope you'll be safe and sound this month and don't end up in the hospital again."
Her father's unexpected hospitalization last month had made Neon very worried.
Hearing his daughter's words, Light looked up at the clock and saw that it was indeed past midnight, so he quickly sat down opposite her.
This time, he couldn't waste any more time.
Neon sat cross-legged in front of the coffee table, picked up a pen, and began to prophesy in the notebook that had been prepared earlier.
Upon entering the prophetic state, Neon's eyes instantly widened. Her usually lively eyes were now devoid of spirit.
Her arm naturally lifted, and she began to write stiffly, holding the pen.
Line after line of text was slowly written down, and only after the last sentence was completed did Neon's beautiful eyes regain their vitality and radiance.
Light immediately noticed the change and quickly asked, "How did you feel just now?"
"How did I feel?" Neon lightly tapped her head with the pen and replied, "It was out of control. My hand just moved on its own to write."
Light truly couldn't understand the reason behind this. Even after hearing his daughter's description, he still didn't know the principle behind it.
However, he understood his daughter's habit of prophesying and didn't ask any more questions, instead taking the written prophecy poem in front of him.
[The fleeing eagle, with the crow and the swallow, knocks on your door, pursued by the venomous spider. Offer the wine of friendship with peace of mind; only by heeding the eagle's will can you safely board the ship home.]
[Three months hidden under the eaves—the majestic eagle, the shadowed crow, the swallow yearning for its young. Do not let your foul mud stain the clean nest; only in the pure snow can the beautiful olive branch be reflected.]
[Throw out the alluring bait, and the homing crow will become a pure white dove in love. The eagle is about to rush to the hunting grounds of trials; build a nest for the remaining three birds, and they will carry you straight to the clouds.]
[Offer the treasured secret to the eagle's eye, and the rough stone will be polished to emit a brilliant light. The crow and the dove are like light and shadow, both are wise; choose one under the eagle's watch.]
Light fell silent.
Looking at the content of the prophecy poem, he sank into deep thought.
This prophecy poem was once again composed of large paragraphs, and the information was even denser than last month's.
Clearly, this time he couldn't just set it aside like before and treat it as a small gift from his daughter.
He carefully placed the prophecy poem in front of him and began to interpret it word by word, sentence by sentence.
The meaning of the first paragraph was roughly that three people would come seeking his help, with pursuers behind them, placing them in a very dangerous situation.
However, he didn't need to worry; he only needed to provide help, and the one called the "eagle" would make reasonable arrangements to ensure everyone could return home safely.
With the experience of interpreting and personally witnessing last month's prophecy, Light felt that his interpretation shouldn't be too far off.
The meaning of the second paragraph should be that the three people he saves will temporarily stay at his home.
"Foul mud" should refer to the shady dealings of the gang.
It seemed that these three people would be relatively upright and dislike immoral behavior.
Hmm, this sounded a bit familiar... could it be that guy?
Light immediately thought of Kevin; there had been a similar description in last month's prophecy.
He frowned and continued interpreting with a more serious attitude.
What did the third paragraph mean?
Another crow had arrived and turned into a white dove—how should this be understood?
Light was somewhat confused, but he could roughly infer that another person had joined, and this person should be related to the original three.
Since these four people were described as birds, metaphorically they should be a group.
The "eagle" was about to leave, and the remaining three needed him to host them well—or rather, cooperate with them.
And these remaining three people were extraordinary and could help his career flourish.
As for the phrase "straight to the clouds," he couldn't determine whether it was exaggerated, as he had only experienced the prophecy once.
Then, he looked at the last paragraph.
The information in this final section was extremely dense; he pondered it for a long time before roughly understanding its meaning.
These four people were symbolized by four different birds, likely based on their respective characteristics.
The "eagle" went without saying—powerful and solitary.
The person representing the "swallow" seemed to have a weaker presence.
The "crow" and the "dove" were more crucial; he needed to make a choice between them.
But what choice?
He couldn't determine that yet.
However, he understood the previous sentence.
His deeply hidden secret—besides his daughter Neon's special ability—there was nothing else more suitable.
In his heart, only his daughter was worthy of being called his greatest secret.
If he revealed this secret to the "eagle," then his daughter could shine even brighter.
In the prophecy poem, his daughter was currently described as a "rough stone."
Seeing this, Light already knew how to choose.
The reason he had climbed to his current position in the gang, aside from decisiveness, was his clear self-awareness.
He knew his abilities were limited and that he needed to rely on the strength of others to reach a higher level.
Otherwise, at his age, he wouldn't just be a gang Boss in a small city.
Undoubtedly, at this stage, his daughter Neon was his greatest asset.
If he could make her even more outstanding, then the answer was obvious.
Moreover, the prophecy had already indicated that these people came with good intentions.
And the leading "eagle" was, in all likelihood, Kevin.
Last month's prophecy had already hinted that if he chose to assist Kevin, he only needed to abandon actions that crossed Kevin's bottom line to gain greater opportunities.
From this perspective, the choice was not difficult.
"Ding, ding, ding."
The phone on the table suddenly rang.
The screen showed an unfamiliar number.