–Up-Freq?-
Mangzi looked skeptically at the unremarkable little stone, which bore a golden line.
The next second, a deafening roar like mountains crumbling and seas surging erupted across over thirty cities.
{Oh my god, it’s an Up-Freq device!}
{For those who haven’t heard of this thing, let me explain: it can turn an obtuse Moxel into a triangle, and raise a triangle to a quadrilateral!}
{Ahhh, I want to enter the Magic English Hall too!}
The rest bridge had already erupted in chaos—who would have thought they’d draw an Up-Freq device? No wonder it’s called a mysterious prize!
–Pick it up and take a look, Mangzi. Only you can pull it out!-
Mangzi picked up the pitch-black stone with a blissful expression.
–What incredible luck! Hurry up—how many chances do you have left? Keep going!-
–But I’ve almost used up all the tickets, and I already got the mysterious prize. Maybe I should stop.-
Bang! Bang!
Two fists came down on Mangzi’s head.
With two lumps on his skull, the man continued stuffing the remaining tickets into the machine.
After a moment, he looked up innocently:
–No way—there really is another mysterious reward.-
An envelope popped out of the machine.
……
Zorro’s Enightmare motorcycle raced across the boundless wilderness, slicing through the gloomy midday light of the Frequency-Lost Land like a stretched-out bolt of red lightning.
{Happy Little Red Horse, I’ve almost covered every inch of this place!}
The man with an eye patch covering his ugly scar slightly hunched his body on the motorcycle.
His hair wildly danced in the strong wind.
His speed increased, causing the wind to howl.
–Alright, then let’s head to the next place!-
The man flicked his hand, and a coin engraved with –First Year of Zicang- shot forward, instantly landing in his palm as he sped past.
Smack!
The moment his gloved hand with exposed fingers caught the coin, a crimson flash shot into the void ahead.
On the wasteland, the speeding motorcycle was gone, leaving only the vanished tire tracks and the slowly dissipating breeze.
……
Inside the ancient spherical building of the Starlight Illusion.
In the conference hall, several production team members looked at Boboli.
–Was it you who put that Moxel upgrade item in there?-
–Hehe, it was Sister Huanbao’er who thought our rewards were too low and requested an allocation for us. There are four more in the wheel of this city.-
–Wow.-
–As expected of a Magic-class arena city, such generous rewards.-
Even the Illusion Company staff showed envious expressions; such rewards were only available at the executive level. Their eyes continued to fall on other screens on the light curtain.
But then, a letter marked as –Mystery Prize- caught their attention.
……
In the retro office of Lianxingke, Huanbao’er, resting her head on her hand, looked at it suspiciously for a while.
Suddenly, she narrowed her eyes and said:
–Who was responsible for this lottery system back then?-
The dozen or so people in Lianxingke turned their confused gazes from the screen to the director seated in the large chair.
The honest-faced person who had handed Zoro the –Bouncing Bouncing Egg- said:
–I remember it was Zoro. I even donated some prizes to this lottery system.-
Huan Bao’er turned her head and barked, –Catch that bastard and bring him back! Now!-
–Director, didn’t he quit?-
–That’s not resignation! That’s fleeing from justice!-
She had just risen to her feet when she suddenly froze on the spot.
The dozen or so people watching the live broadcast looked over in confusion. Huan Bao’er sat back down, lightly propped her chin on her hand, and continued watching the screen.
It was as if her outburst had never happened.
The others dared not speak; they silently turned their attention back to the ancient screen.
Cheng Yunze took the envelope, tore it open, and shook it doubtfully. A dark photo slid out, featuring a faint, indistinct image of a crystal engine.
[You have obtained [Sub-Ether Channel Trial Kit: Dark Gold Hub Town].]
—-This is!-
Cheng Yunze felt as if his hand had been electrocuted, his entire body frozen in place.
The dozen or so people in Lianxingke were still trying to figure out what was going on.
–Hey, isn’t that the Ether Channel photo paper?-
–It looks similar, but the specifications aren’t the same as the ones we normally use.-
A startled cry came from the screen.
——-It really is the teleportation coordinates of Dark Gold Hub Town! Too bad, it’s a trial pack—only one use.–
–Wh-what?– In the office, several people who also hailed from Hub Town stood up trembling, staring at the screen in disbelief.
People inside were crowding around Cheng Yunze; the photo paper revealed its info the moment it was touched. With so many gathered there, he had no chance to hide the treasure’s data!
——-Even one use is fine, at least we can trade it.–
——-There’s actually a third Hub Town. I wonder what’s in that one.–
The folks from the Lianxing Section listened to the sounds from the enlarged screen as if struck dumb.
–Huh?–
–That guy actually made the Dark Gold Hub Town coordinates into a prize and threw it into the lottery system?–
Some leaning back in their seats, some sitting cross-legged on the floor watching the screen—they all stared at each other blankly, double-checking what they’d just heard.
–Where did he even get that photo paper?– The speaker was immediately silenced by the person beside them, hand clamped over their mouth.
–So… so sick!–
Someone suddenly leaped to their feet.
–Whoa! Hahaha, Director Bao’er, one of our people actually pulled it off!–
–No wonder that Zoro guy hightailed it out of here!–
–Long live Russell! That’s freaking awesome!–
In the office, everyone burst into cheers as if celebrating.
Huan Bao’er, her back to the crowd, rested her head on her hand from the chair ahead without uttering a word.
But a slight curve gradually crept onto her lips.
[I obtained [Heroic Flash] +1.]
……
Inside the cube, Yang Zicang’s eyes were practically burning out as he watched this scene.
–He actually put that thing into the lottery system! Holy moly, Zorro!-
At this moment, some of the pent-up frustration in his heart over the casualties in the Demon Shadow Hall was greatly alleviated by this sudden surprise.
Yang Zicang never expected Zorro to give him such a huge surprise—and a surprise for everyone as well. With just one trial sample photo like this, they could find a way to let more than one person enter. As for how to achieve that, it would depend on the efforts of those who obtained these trial samples.
The simplest way, of course, was the realm-hop ability of little Matt Chao, the big star on the Lost Frequency Grounds!
–Amazing, you finally made it through that long struggle!-
Those with Silver-White Moxel could only resonate with the defense statuary force field that belonged to this side against physical attacks, while Red Moxel resonated with the statuary force field that defended against sound waves, airwaves, and the like.
The Dark Gold Bloodline Statue could defend against psychic attacks.
As long as this rare Dark Gold Statue was found, it could serve as a bridging link between Red and White Moxel, perfectly resonating all three psychic force fields and enabling seamless Syn-Link with Moxel of all colors!
–Zorro, you did an absolutely incredible job this time!-
But… were there only ten chances for the lottery?
Yang Zicang thought of Croft’s words.
—-For example, you could increase the odds for those girls who like to chat everywhere…-
–Zorro, you must never forget those words!-
……
–What trial sample?-
In the monitoring room, Zhuyin spurted out the coffee from his mouth, carelessly tossing the cup onto a chair as he hurriedly approached the backs of the wooden chairs where several employees sat.
–Demon… Ying Hall.-
The deputy mayor watched excitedly as the images were released from the air by the young reporters.
–Yang Zicang actually did it… That guy is unbelievable. Was it him alone, or was he working with someone else?-
Zhuyin immediately thought of Zorro, who had entered the Lost Illusion Company ahead of Yang Zicang.
And of others who had entered the Lost Illusion Company years ago—some caught, some not.
–Zorro, Yang Zicang.-
These two had already crossed paths on the Land of Frequency Loss, their routes converging again and again, leading them to the same destination.
And at this very moment, that incredible, ultimate point of success had burst forth—the convergence of time.
Who ultimately achieved it no longer mattered.
Because in this decade-long operation to seize Dark Gold Hub Town, at least twenty or more people, each possessing this information, had pushed the plan forward little by little with their own efforts. Only then did this success come to be.
–Excellent. Since you really did send out the coordinate point, then leave the next task to me.-
The mission to enable seamless communication among all, to completely sever the opposition between Moxels, was truly about to begin!
Zhuyin looked out of the room with delight.
The people outside, caught up in the fervent atmosphere, had no idea how many had been working tirelessly behind this seemingly joyful event.
……
In the slowly rotating Magic Gear Room, Lü Bu and the others, upon receiving the information, immediately dispersed their forces to search different rooms for the –Special Invitation Ticket- that could increase the probability of obtaining the mysterious prize.
On the morning of the third day, at the second rest bridge corridor of the two cities, teams that had been clearing the challenge all night began to appear one after another—these teams were mostly temporarily formed by experts from several original teams.
Yang Zicang’s heart grew anxious.
He didn’t know how many envelopes Zorro had actually stuffed in, but it certainly couldn’t have been too many. If this group of people drew at the rate of 100N per consumption, with each person doing it ten times, among the over thirty thousand close to forty thousand people who had entered so far, even if only half of them drew, that would be ten times twenty thousand…
Multiplied by a hundred again…
–Croft!-
Damn bastard.
He, Boboli, and Little Jiaoma hadn’t put in even a single prize that required Chronos to draw.
Now this low-probability 100N-per-draw appears, along with that damned –drawing atmosphere- prompt sound.
Who modified the big wheel was already obvious.
If there weren’t this additional century of Chronos draws per person, then even if he showed up five days after the Magic Hero Hall opened, he would still have a chance to draw the –Sub-Ether Channel Photo- that contained the coordinates of the third pivot town.
But now, if he waited until the fifth day to go out, there would be nothing left for him!
What to do?
–Two more days and twelve hours.-
Yang Zicang exhaled a breath of anxious turbid air and looked at this cube, which was as large as a small bedroom.
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