Ten seconds.

This is the result that Bering found after testing his own abilities.

His ability seems to be judged by how much his consciousness can sink, and at the moment his consciousness can only dive a very shallow distance, which is reflected in the ability to peek into the future "ten seconds later".

Compared to Bering in this world, this ability can be said to be so chicken that people can't help but sigh......

Although I don't know how deep the "Bering" of the original world can dive into the "ocean of consciousness" and how long it will take to see the future, according to the information in the diary after three years, Bering feels that he should be a hundred million points stronger than himself.

Well, that is, the level of the Milky Way between the fingers, it is still easy to make up for it with more practice!

Rubbing his temples and pressing his palms on the diary, Bering's eyes became serious again: "However, it's not completely without good news. ”

According to the original world "Bering", every time he uses his ability, he will feel very weak and tired, and his whole person will feel as empty as if his body has been hollowed out.

This is the price of using power, and it is also the reason why the original world itself was reluctant to use more power before.

But Bering found that he didn't seem to have any troubles in this regard.

"Although it may be because my ability is too weak now, I have used it almost 100 times this morning, and I still don't feel tired. And according to the original world, when his ability is weak, he can use it at most twice in an hour......"

Rubbing his chin, Bering came to a conclusion: "In other words, the plan for the card ability BUG seems to have succeeded?" ”

Now that you're a "dead man", you no longer have to pay for your life to be able to use infinite abilities?

If that's the case......

slapped the table hard, and a happy smile appeared on Bering's pale face: "Then I can be called a superpower now?!" ”

Wuhu, take off!

The ability to "predict the future" is a bug level no matter what work it is placed in, and in order to limit this kind of bug, creators have to desperately lock and limit this ability. But now, as an out-and-out "prophetic" person, I am ~ not subject to these restrictions at all!

In other words, you can see the future as you want!

Touching the bullet hole in his chest, the smile on Bering's face faded.

"But the world seems to be quite dangerous," he said, looking out the window at the sky, "and, according to the diary, it will become even more dangerous in the coming period......

There will be more and more monsters called "xeno", and there will be more and more disasters. In a few years' time, the conditions of human existence will gradually shrink, weaken, and even extinct.

Lying on the table, Bai Ling let out a long sigh: "Although he is a superpower now, he is still at a loss." ”

He looked at his pale and colorless palm, and couldn't find the veins of the blood vessels on his palm: "Now we must find a way to effectively avoid future disasters, and I am a 'corpse' at the moment." ”

It looks like I can run and jump right now, but if I just leave it alone, I'm going to stink......

And maybe as time goes by, he will slowly swell, explode, and his intestines will flow all over the ground, and even turn into a skeleton......

Hiss!

Just thinking about this scared Bering!

That's right, you have to find a way to circumvent it!

At least don't let yourself stink!

Thinking of this, Bering continued to look through the diary.

I have to say that perhaps because of the prophetic ability, the original world's own thinking is much more careful and more prepared.

At least Bering found some methods left for him in the diary, and it was the original world itself that provided some ideas that seemed to work.

For example, find a coffin to bury yourself, maintain the necessary physiological needs, or give yourself glucose, or even suck some blood and other nonsense whims......

With his hand slammed on the diary, Bering gritted his teeth and said, "Am I a vampire?!" ”

Sitting in a chair, Bering continued to look down.

After looking at it for a while, he let out a soft "huh".

It seems that it was just funny before, and the account at the back of the diary is a little more serious.

"Build an organization?" Looking at these lines, Bai Ling's eyes flickered slightly, "Yes, after all, it is probably difficult to solve so many difficulties by relying on me alone." ”

But the words of the organization.

Although a qualified organization can bring a lot of convenience to people and improve the means of dealing with danger, how to build an organization and how to run it is a difficult thing for Bering......

However, it is not completely impossible.

His fingers tapped on the tabletop, and Bering's eyes fell back on the spread out diary.

It is to prevent similar situations, so the original world itself has provided Bering with a lot of excellent talents. The past, present, and future of these talents are summarized in a highly concise manner, lying quietly in a diary.

For those who have the ability to "predict", it is often a simple matter to find talents.

A "prophet" is a person who can look beyond the long river of time and break through the tide of time. Time, which is incomprehensible to man, is only a clock that can be counted in the eyes of the "prophet".

Probably for the former "Bering", this is what the world is like.

Looking at the many people whose names were recorded in the diary, Bering pursed his lips.

"Let's go and see this place first," he said, opening the map on his phone and pointing at a certain place, "before you can create an organization, you need an assistant who is good enough." ”

It is not too close to Bering's current home, it is located on the outskirts of the city, with beautiful scenery, quiet environment and good air conditions, which is quite a stark contrast to the city inside.

This is also normal, after all, as a "funeral home", it is indeed a little strange to be close to a residential area.

Looking at this location called "Xiping Funeral Home", a faint smile appeared on Bering's pale face.

“…… Anyway, I have to find a way to keep my corpse from stinking and turning into bones. ”