Movies that predict the future

“So what you mean is…”

“This entire movie theater was created by your ability?”

In this strange dream, Yang Yuan vigilantly observed his surroundings.

The soft carpet, the popcorn counter exuding a sweet aroma, the posters on the wall—everything was identical to a real movie theater.

“Not entirely correct. I only created a vessel.”

“This place is still essentially your dream. I’m just an uninvited guest.”

As Yang Yuan listened, he kept blinking his eyes, trying to use his ability, [Insight], to see through the mysterious woman before him.

But no matter what he did, the familiar translucent ability panel never appeared, which made Yang Yuan suspect that his ability might have a bug.

“Do you have dry eye syndrome?”

The masked woman tilted her head, seemingly puzzled by his frantic blinking.

“Or are you trying to make eyes at me?”

“Ahem… that’s not important.” Yang Yuan awkwardly stopped trying.

“What’s important is, what exactly do you want by going to all this trouble to appear in someone else’s dream?”

He gave up on the idea of probing the other’s ability, thinking it was more prudent to first find out her purpose.

“Don’t be in such a hurry. Young people need to have patience.”

The masked woman stood up and beckoned to him.

“Come sit next to me first. You’ll know what I’m going to do soon enough.”

‘Riddle-tellers should just die.’

Yang Yuan muttered under his breath, but still walked over as told and sat down in the seat next to her.

“What did a riddle-teller ever do to you!”

As soon as he sat down, the masked woman immediately leaned in, her aura instantly switching from that of a mysterious master to a gossipy neighbor.

“Hey, I have a question I’m very curious about. What’s your relationship with [Saintess]?”

“No relationship,” Yang Yuan replied expressionlessly.

At this moment, he was rapidly thinking to himself, how did this woman know that he had been in contact with [Saintess]? Could she have been secretly monitoring him?

“Really no relationship?” The masked woman didn’t believe what Yang Yuan said.

“If there’s no relationship, then why did you walk out of the merchandise store so intimately together? She even secretly healed the wound on your arm for you~”

“If you don’t get to the point, I’m going to have to find a way to force myself to wake up.”

Yang Yuan issued a warning, but the information the masked woman revealed confirmed that his wound was indeed healed by [Saintess]. If he had the chance to meet her again, he would have to thank her properly.

“Really now, it’s just a joke. You won’t even let me gossip a little.”

Faced with Yang Yuan’s threat, the masked woman pouted helplessly, finally giving up on her gossipy nature and preparing to get to the point.

She sat up straight, and the atmosphere of the entire screening room changed with her.

“You’d better prepare yourself for what’s about to happen~”

As soon as her words fell, she slowly raised her right hand and snapped her fingers lightly in the air.

“Snap.”

A crisp snap of the fingers became the switch for the entire space.

The wall lamps on both sides of the screening room went out one by one, from back to front.

A beam of light shot out from the rear, projecting accurately onto the huge screen in front.

Then, Yang Yuan felt the seat next to him tremble slightly.

He turned his head to see that a large bucket of steaming popcorn and a pair of black 3D glasses had appeared on the armrest at some point.

“Please put them on. It will be more immersive that way.”

“By the way, there’s plenty of popcorn. It’s a dream anyway, so you won’t get fat.”

This magical development made Yang Yuan feel increasingly uneasy, but he still picked up the 3D glasses and put them on, then grabbed a handful of popcorn and put it in his mouth.

‘It actually tastes pretty good.’

Then the screen lit up, and the movie officially began.

The opening scene was a city ruin being washed over by a torrential downpour.

Yang Yuan recognized it as the central square of Qingtai City. As the camera gradually zoomed in, he was surprised to see himself.

Or rather, the “him” in the movie.

The Yang Yuan in the movie was kneeling in the ruins, tightly holding a girl covered in blood, her body riddled with black cracks.

“How could it be… Xiaoyou.”

It was an extremely intense, immersive feeling.

For some reason, Yang Yuan could even smell the metallic scent of blood in the air.

He saw “himself” futilely trying to cover the constantly bleeding wound on Su Xiaoyou’s chest, calling the girl’s name in a hoarse voice.

And Su Xiaoyou was looking at him weakly with her already fading eyes.

“A’Yuan… I’m sorry…”

“I… lost control again. Have I… become a monster again?”

The girl coughed up a mouthful of blood, but her lips tried hard to squeeze out a smile.

“Don’t… don’t hate me… okay…”

“If there’s a next life, can we… still be together…”

After saying this, the light in Su Xiaoyou’s eyes completely went out.

The image on the screen abruptly ended the moment Su Xiaoyou died, and the entire screening room was plunged back into darkness.

Yang Yuan, sitting in the screening room, felt his heart was about to explode, the pain making it impossible to breathe.

The sweet taste of the popcorn he had just eaten had unknowingly turned into an indescribable bitterness.

“What… what on earth is this.”

Yang Yuan forcefully tore off the 3D glasses and turned to question the woman beside him loudly.

“Why did you show me this!”

The immersive sense of despair made it impossible for Yang Yuan to treat it as an ordinary movie.

The masked woman didn’t answer immediately. She just slowly stood up and walked to the front of the screen.

The lights in the screening room also lit up, illuminating the woman’s figure.

“This is my ability, [Future Sight].”

“It has many branches. What you have just experienced is one of them, which I call a prophetic dream.”

“At the same time, the scene you just saw, everything you experienced, is not fictional.”

“Everything… in the not-so-distant future, will absolutely happen.”

This answer was something Yang Yuan couldn’t believe, and couldn’t accept.

But in this strange dream where he couldn’t use his [Insight] ability, he had no idea if what the other person was saying was true or false.

The masked woman seemed to have seen through the struggle in Yang Yuan’s heart.

She slowly walked back to Yang Yuan’s side, leaned down close to his ear, and said in a voice that was almost like a demonic whisper.

“I know you don’t believe it, but reality is often crueler than dreams.”

“Perhaps, you can choose to wake up now and go and verify the truth of this future for yourself.”

“Wake up~”

The masked woman’s words fell like a command.

The next second, Yang Yuan woke up from the bed with a start, panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He subconsciously wanted to confirm Su Xiaoyou’s presence beside him, but found that the bed next to him was empty.

Yang Yuan grabbed the phone from his pillow, wanting to check the current time.

The screen lit up, showing the time as exactly nine in the morning, the time the trial was supposed to start.

And in the messaging app, there was a message from Su Xiaoyou sent half an hour ago.

“A’Yuan, I couldn’t wake you up no matter how I called you. You’re sleeping so soundly. Were you too tired from playing last night?~”

“The trial is about to start, so I can’t be late. I have to go first! Wait for my triumphant return! (oﾟ▽ﾟ)o”