Beware the almighty 'Seer' who wanders the Murim. He knows all and sees all. The seer can predict the future and his predictions have never before been wrong. Those who heed his advice may be given a second chance while for all the others who don't... impeding doom awaits. 
The seer's words are absolute.
How might you recognize him you ask...?
There have been rumors of this man clad in black whose eyes shine a clean crimson glare right through his hermit hat when provoked. He is also rumored to be carrying a Demonic Sword. And if the rumors are to be believed he is actually quite young.

P.S.: Yes, I am aware that the title might have turned out a bit inaccurate. Forgive this junior.

<Black: Tch, had hopes for this one, but I guess it's not enough. Need someone stronger, smarter, more capable... ghyah >


A lone black screen floated in a stark empty space, contemplating its next steps.


<Blue: Huh, oh brother Black, you're already here...>


<Black: I'm never early; you guys are late.>


<Purple: Maybe because some of us have chosen to attend to>


<Black: Cut the crap; no one has been attending to anyone for quite a while.>


<Blue: Certainly, first order of business, help me get rid of the seer>


<Purple: THAT IS NOT the first order of business>


<Yellow: We have played along with countless schemes of yours before, up till the most recent one where you portrayed him as a demon. Let go of it.>


<Green: Precisely. Your obsession with that guy is hindering us all. We can't afford to waste resources on this non-threat.>


Chapter 145 - Winding Up