–Forget it, I’m really not the type to grovel.–
The young man’s expression reverted to its cold, handsome look as he lightly tapped the large wooden crate. –Old Bin, is there any other monster nest around here?–
So knowing more does help avoid heavy losses. If I rashly used the Mail Emblem without Chronos to expand the dream time, the waste would be immense.
Being rich in treasures yet unable to use them.
Yang Zicang keenly felt the squeeze of poverty.
If only he had Chronos, he could immediately venture into an unknown dream world and acquire a new ability.
–Pfft~–
Coughing on his drink from the choke, Robin Lo shot him a look. –Hah, if it were half a day ago, I’d have said there’s nothing fitting for you. But now, conveniently, I, my Moxel, just discovered a C-grade intersection zone.–
A C-grade intersection zone is also called a New Moon grade.
The fissure in this C-grade intersection zone is still hidden—specifically within the wardrobe of a room in an unassuming residential building.
Quad Moxel—especially the intelligence-gathering type—truly excels in aptitude.
Without a Freq Crystal, Robin Lo still found it tricky sniffing out a hidden A-grade zone. But when it came to a C-grade? She spotted one in the vicinity with ease.
This left Liang Xi—who only had a dull angle—green with envy.
–Is it really okay for me to go in there with you?– the young man said.
The frequency-crystal nurturer corresponding to this level belonged to someone like him with only two lines.
Robin Lo said:
–Free intel. If there are more than two triangular personnel, a stable manifestation of part of a C-class space can be achieved without borrowing a frequency crystal.–
The three of them stood in front of this wardrobe, staring at the crack inside that looked like a fissure after a massive earthquake, from which a chaotic glow emanated.
–So of course there’s no problem. I’ve been to places like this over a hundred times.– Robin Lo said nonchalantly.
Liang Xi nervously followed the other two in.
Inside, various flashing energy fields and mists filled everywhere.
Layers of chaotic, overlapping images permeated the space, with only the few meters beneath their feet presenting a stable picture.
The grass ahead turned into a gravel shoal after a wave-like energy rippled over it.
–Roar~–
–Wooo-ao~–
The space rumbled faintly, and silhouettes of different beasts emerged in various scenes, all turning to look this way.
–This is the ‘Overlapping Zone,’ where all kinds of terrains are layered together.–
Robin Lo chuckled, pointing at the mutated beasts.
–Relax, they can’t get out.–
Both Liang Xi and Yang Zicang were entering this place for the first time, feeling an instant wave of novelty.
Those monsters simply cannot cross if blocked by other areas.
But at the same time, before long, some of those images will transform into other environmental forms as the energy fluctuations spread.
–We need to choose the same scene, clear out the creatures inside, and stabilize them.–
Robin Lo explained: –There are more forest scenes here. To save time waiting for them to refresh, let’s just choose the forest.–
The three of them walked toward the three-dimensional world on the left, which looked like a holographic curtain. It was a dim forest, where four scrawny old wolves cautiously snarled at them.
The three of them stepped onto it as if entering a forest stage.
Pfft!
Yang Zicang swung his silver spear, and with a single thrust pierced the skull of the gaunt old wolf lunging at him.
[I harvested 7.1Y.]
Seven months—they have such short lifespans.
Accustomed to lifespans of decades or more, Yang Zicang muttered a comment lightly and glanced at the other gray wolves scattering in panic.
This manifested gray wolf arena was only about the size of two ordinary living rooms, and with the space temporarily stabilized, they simply couldn’t escape.
He hurled the spear, and another wolf was pinned to the ground, wailing endlessly.
–What a fine spear! And your throws are so accurate, tsk, tsk.–
–I’ll leave this wolf for you to finish off.–
Yang Zicang spoke to the wolf that Lance had pinned down but not yet killed.
Robin Lo laughed heartily, giving him a thumbs-up, then pursed his lips to signal Liang Xi to go ahead.
Liang Xi tightened his grip on the steel rod, fitted with a wooden handle and with its tip sharpened, stepped forward, and plunged it into the wolf’s heart.
–Just like that, we earned a few months of life!–
Liang Xi was so moved he almost burst into tears.
After taking care of these ordinary beasts and waiting another two minutes, the area suddenly expanded by about two meters.
–Stabilization complete.–
Robin Lo looked at Yang Zicang and praised him:
–That was fast—only two minutes. Even using a C-grade frequency crystal to stabilize the terrain would take around ten minutes. No wonder you’re QuadMoxel. Your Quad is truly impressive.–
This smug bastard was obviously praising himself, and Yang Zicang glared at him speechlessly.
–Alright, this means it won’t turn into another world for the next few days.–
–If we keep turning the forest scene like this, we’ll eventually have an actual forest?–
–Exactly. Also, these areas are called Interwoven Vespers.–
Yang Zicang nodded—indeed, it felt like small scenes under the drapes of a curtain.
–Better to see once than hear a hundred times; better to practice once than see a hundred times.– Yang Zicang now had a clear grasp of the rules here.
The forest scenes appeared and disappeared intermittently. Although numerous, some were separated by stage-like clusters of dense grass, fields, riverbanks, and other terrains.
Moreover, these terrains kept shifting continuously.
–There’s no forest nearby anymore.–
–Let’s just wait a moment; otherwise, if we stabilize other terrains, we’ll only waste more time waiting for them to lose resonance.–
The three of them waited a few minutes, allowing a patch of wasteland nearby to vanish and give way to another adjacent forest.
–That’s amazing!–
Liang Xi gazed at the branches that had suddenly grown out of thin air, extending to his shoulders.
–Let’s go. Keep cleaning up the wolves.–
Thud! Thud!
The shadows of spears flashed.
A few scrawny gray wolves fell beneath the trio’s onslaught. After clearing this terrain, which covered an area the size of two stages, Robin Lo chose a wolf with a sturdier build, skinned it, sliced the meat, cut some wooden branches from a nearby tree, and stoked a fire.
–Kid, I’ll teach you how to roast meat.–
Liang Xi nodded.
Robin Lo’s movements were practiced; he had prepared seasoning packets before they came, putting on quite a show for the two here.
That was the benefit of having a seasoned veteran around—even when stuck in dangerous territory, having someone like him made it feel like a vacation.
While the meat was halfway done roasting, a nearby patch of wasteland slowly transformed into a new forest scene stage.
Yang Zicang looked up and saw a faintly visible wooden cabin in the distance.
–Looks like someone lives there?–
–No, there shouldn’t be anyone inside. If it’s a humanoid creature, then we need to be careful.–
Robin Lo glanced over and gestured for Liang Xi to take over the skewered wolf meat. He wiped his hands, picked up the steel rod, and strode toward it.
Yang Zicang followed.
–Whoo~–
Dense figures surged out from the surrounding darkness.
–So many?– Robin Lo was startled.
Yang Zicang entered with his gun ready.
[Liang Xi wants to perform Pro-Invest for me.]
[Liang Xi Invested 50N for me.]
–We’ve already stabilized two forest areas, and this is the third. As more areas with the same terrain become stabilized, the other yet-unrevealed forest zones will appear faster.–
–After all, this is just a C-class zone—not large in area. Just after clearing two areas, we’re already seeing terrain convergence.–
A golden phantom rippled through the steel rod in Robin Lo’s palm. Although he hadn’t bothered with physique management, anyone who could survive and thrive here for three years was clearly no slouch.
Facing the gray wolf that lunged at him fiercely, his movements were agile, his strikes both fast and precise. In the blink of an eye, he cleanly ended the lives of two nearby savage wolves.
Thump! Thump!
Yang Zicang’s Lance danced wildly, reminiscent of a child brawling, yet its speed was unnervingly swift, striking a pose that seemed somewhat imposing and decent.
[I have harvested a total of 2.11N.]
Two wolves lay toppled on the ground.
Including the two previous patches of terrain, this single trip had already netted nearly five years of Chronos.
This is the source of Chronos for most people here.
It looked promising enough, but they had only half a month to accumulate it, and they still needed to set aside three hundred years by the month’s end.
For ordinary people entering here, facing these ferocious beasts, they had to harvest at least twenty or thirty extra Chronos every single day.
The pressure involved was unimaginable.
–Too many; I’ll go alone.–
[Investor Robin Lo wishes to initiate a Pro-Invest for me.]
[Robin Lo invest 100N for me.]
After a four-fold amplification boost, Yang Zicang hoisted his spear and charged into the area a dozen meters away.
The wolf pack had already been waiting; several fierce silhouettes lunged at him.
Spear shadows flickered; though the wolves were numerous, with Yang Zicang so close, their claws always grazed past him perilously, never landing on the young man.
Plop!
One after another, grey wolf bodies crumpled into pools of blood, staining the ground red.
It was as if they were deliberately impaling themselves on the spear’s tip.
Robin Lo watched from behind, utterly dumbfounded.
Yang Zicang, having finished off nearly twenty wolves, let out a long sigh of relief.
The area here was now roughly the size of the two previous forest zones combined. As he pressed forward, the wooden cabin came into view not far ahead.
When his hand touched the wooden door, Yang Zicang recalled the rusted iron door from before.
–It shouldn’t be that unlucky, right?–
Still uneasy, he circled the cabin and found a crack in a corner where a rain‑soaked, mold‑warped plank had come loose—just wide enough to peer inside.
Peering through, he saw that the interior had long been abandoned, yet still held the hunter’s supplies: ropes, an axe, nails, as well as dry, shrunken wolf skins hanging on the wall and a sturdy bow.
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