I Really Can Tell Fortunes

On the banks of the He'an River in Wang'an City, at some point a fortune-telling stall appeared.

On the left and right sides of the stall were two long banners.

The left one read: I can tell your fate with iron certainty, one fortune costs a thousand gold.

The right one read: If it is not accurate, no refunds.

Jing Chen: You think I can fortune-tell, but actually I can predict the future.

The proper version of the synopsis: After obtaining the ability to see future images of things, Jing Chen spent two months in luxury and absurdity and felt that he had temporarily broken free of low-level tastes.

He originally thought he would spend the rest of his life amusing himself, but discovered that the world... seemed a little different.

Twisted and disgusting monsters, bewitching evil gods, indescribable great beings, hidden twisted things, potions, and the Special Investigation Bureau. The real world seemed to be uncovering one corner of itself.

Jing Chen: Maybe I can see potion formulas in the future images.

He is the mysterious man in the Special Investigation Bureau's files; everyone who meets him receives an omen of destiny, and some speculate that he is a believer in destiny.

He is a financier of a well-known underground organization, but what no one knows is that he is also the mysterious leader of that organization.

He is Jing Chen, and perhaps... he has other identities as well.

PS: This book is a stitched-together monster, containing Cthulhu, apocalypse, and a whole series of elements the author thinks can be stuffed in.