Yang Zicang’s Chronos financing rapidly spread.
Leading the group back with Warren Wang, Yang Qian focused on the newly appeared sensing image:
–It looks like a good time to invest now. Should I give Chronos to Yang Zicang?–
The crowd behind Yang Qian was in an uproar. Many cursed upon seeing Yang Zicang being robbed.
–Invest? Invest my ass. Hope this kid’s weapon gets stolen.–
–This guy was too arrogant. See, someone’s come to teach him a lesson.–
Warren Wang glanced back at the agitated crowd and hesitated:
–Why did something like this happen? Forget it, with that drunkard around, it should be fine.–
–Really not investing?–
Yang Qian looked at Warren Wang.
–At this point, even if the gun is stolen, it’s easier to get it back when it’s in the hands of Triangles than those fast as hell Quads. Hah, these fools really think they can run off with Cent-Arms? Let’s just watch.–
Many shared the same thought, wanting to see just how much Chronos Yang Zicang, a rookie, had left.
Let these robbers drain a bit more of his limited Chronos; it should make it easier to handle this somewhat arrogant newcomer later.
And even if he dies, it just means one less competitor.
[Anonymous invested 10 N for me.]
–Is that it?–
After waiting for over ten seconds, Yang Zicang looked up into the void, pondered for a moment, then said anxiously,
–Robbery! Somebody’s robbing me! Is there really no one else willing to invest some lifespan for me? Doesn’t the Hunter camp want another top expert?–
Opposite him, Tong Wenqi carefully observed Yang Zicang.
From his posture and movements, the young man showed no signs of any combat training.
The mental connection with Yan Yi vanished as soon as the opponent’s Moxel dissipated. It seemed Yan Yi would seize the chance to invest.
Under the mask, Tong Wenqi’s expression was utterly relaxed.
The footage of Yang Zicang over the next twenty-plus hours would be fully under his control as well.
The weapons in the hands of the six men around him burst with golden phantom flames.
The interweaving scenery around them began to shift, and in the new scene appeared a creature with solid skin, resembling a hippo.
The person closest to the –hippo– swung his weapon and slashed casually; with a crisp sound, he cleaved the massive beast in two.
–Hah, funding? Let’s see who’s willing to fund you. We know exactly what kind of people are out here!–
–I’ll give you ten more seconds to consider, or don’t blame us for being rude. Ten…–
Clatter, the silver Lance dropped at their feet.
–Nine… Huh?–
The black-clad men exchanged bewildered glances.
Tong Wenqi, standing with arms crossed, froze.
The gun landed at their feet. Amidst the chaotic cacophony of the financing Moxel, a sudden silence descended.
{Ah—}
{Are you crazy!}
In an instant, the financing Moxel erupted into a frenzy of voices.
The masked crew all turned to look at the young man perched high on the opposite staircase, hands resting on the railing, gazing down at them.
–Take it and get lost fast, or else someone will corner you later,– Yang Zicang said considerately.
Everyone watching was dumbfounded.
{Just giving it away?}
{That’s a Cent-Arms! Are you a fool!}
{Handing it over that easily, why the hell did we get a beating earlier?}
Robin Lo, who was also on the staircase, snapped out of it. His eyes widened in sheer disbelief and astonishment.
The fat man in a blue cloth cap turned to stare at Yang Zicang: –You did? You’re insane?!–
Yang Zicang shrugged nonchalantly, arms folded.
–It’s just a Cent-Arms. I can get one by the second day if I want, and since Chu Chiang has a few Chronos Class arms lying around, I’ll probably snag a new one easily enough later.–
He casually made up an excuse.
Robin Lo almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Yang Zicang took a step back, his gaze firm as it swept through the straggles of figures before him, shrouded tightly from head to toe.
–Don’t you want this gun? Now that I’ve handed it over, why don’t you dare take it? Hurry it up, everyone. Get on with your business, and I’ll get back to earning my Chronos.–
As if time had frozen in that moment.
The people on the opposite side couldn’t shake a sense of unease. Cao Maodian cast a suspicious glance. –Captain, does it really have to be this easy?–
–Don’t let your guard down. Watch out for any tricks that brat might be up to.–
A weapon so precious fell into their hands with just a few exchanges of words—too smooth to be true.
They weren’t fools; a strange unease crept over them, and from the look on Yang Zicang’s face, it was clear he was mocking them, not cowering in fear.
That didn’t match his earlier ferocity in battle with those men.
–This spear has no Moxel feedback—could it be fake?–
Yu Chen stared blankly at the black-patterned silver spear that had landed before him; doubt stirred in his heart, but it was overshadowed by a burning desire for the mysterious weapon.
{Right, could it be fake?}
–Planning to pull a switcheroo, huh?–
Someone beside him tried to reach for a gun, and Yu Chen, almost out of instinct, stomped down firmly and pinned it in place.
He quickly bent over and picked up the gun with both hands.
–I’ll give it a try.–
Yu Chen glanced at a nearby intersecting scene, where there was a creature resembling a black boar, a massive beast over two meters long.
He took a deep breath, gripped the gun tightly, and stepped resolutely into it.
[I’ve sensed the emotional resonance of over a hundred Elects sharing the same wish.]
[Please verify whether this gun is a genuine century-grade Chronos Weapon.]
Hearing Moxel’s feedback, Yu Chen froze—this was something he had never known.
It turns out such a phenomenon occurs under the intense emotional resonance of more than a hundred like-minded individuals.
The boar-like creature charged at him.
Yu Chen swung the gun, and with a dull thud, the seemingly indestructible black boar beast, pierced through its spine with a precise strike, was effortlessly skewered.
The massive body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
–It’s real!–
Everyone clearly saw no phantoms on the gun barrel, meaning no Chronos had been injected.
With just one strike piercing its spine, Yu Chen exclaimed in awe:
–Incredible! I didn’t use any Chronos at all—this is truly a Cent-Arms!–
With his sudden shout, a new telepathic thought echoed from Moxel.
[I have fulfilled the urgent wishes of one hundred people.]
[I have obtained a ‘Charm’ condensed from the power of collective willpower.]
[Wish Charm, Hundred-Person Grade. Can be used at a Bloodline Statute to make certain wishes.]
Yu Chen was stunned for a moment, then a wild grin spread across his face.
He sensed the new glowing point that had appeared within the ring on his chest. Although he still didn’t know the purpose of this thing, it was undoubtedly something extremely precious.
–Yang Zicang, you coward! What the hell, man?–
A voice resounded within the minds of everyone connected telepathically to this place.
–Scared? Why don’t you guys invest in me then.– Yang Zicang shouted loudly.
Pfft, nearly everyone outside spat out a mouthful of old blood.
–Damn annoying, for the sake of a weapon, I can’t go anywhere without being stalked. If you want it so badly, go snatch it yourselves.–
Yang Zicang said impatiently to those who were not present.
Was it pushed to this by me?
The group guarding the entrance of the rat den couldn’t help but think of the fat pigeon they had sent out not long ago.
If that’s the case, this really backfired.
If the spear gets completely lost, it’s all over.
–Let’s move on, folks. I’ve still got to clean up this Crosspace.–
Go? Of course, we need to go—and quickly.
The seven of them glanced at the three opposite them, Yang Zicang and his companions. Yu Chen deliberately lowered his voice and chuckled,
–We’re not foolish enough to just sit here and wait to be trapped. Ha, my friend, you’re truly a wise man who knows when to yield.–
He was in an excellent mood—not only had he acquired weapons, but he had also obtained something he had never even heard of before.
The group moved swiftly backward, preparing to leave this intersecting area.
The watchers outside had all gone mad.
To think it was this easy—some thought, if we’d known Yang Zicang was such a coward, we should have let ourselves come.
{Where are you?}
Several voices sounded at once, signals from those planning to ambush these people from behind.
{Yang Zicang, bring the gun back quickly. Sell it to me, and I’ll give you a Chronos.}
–Really? How much are you offering?– Yang Zicang asked deliberately.
[I have obtained Zhang Shan’s 100N Invest.]
[I have obtained Lisi’s 200N Invest.]
[I’ll give you three thousand seven hundred and eighty years.]
Even fractions were about to be named. Yang Zicang stayed silent, his expression unchanged as if unmoved.
–Yang Zicang, you…– Robin Lo stomped his foot in frustration.
The young man took a step back, watching Robin Lo’s most genuine reaction out of the corner of his eye.
–So, you’ll take it or not?– Robin Lo asked, his eyes reddening.
–Let them have it. Either way, I’ve already locked in full control of this weapon with one thousand years of Chronos from you. Even if they hold it, the most they can muster is just a hundred years of Chronos. Call it mutual destruction.–
Yang Zicang stated it with unflinching confidence.
–And you call that ‘mutual destruction’?–
–Giving it to Headquarters is a loss; giving it to them is no different.–
Hearing the young man’s words, many became convinced that the kid really had no intention of keeping the Chronos artifact for himself.
Many minds clicked: so controlling this Chronos weapon takes a thousand years of Chronos? Whoa, now that’s something else entirely.
Yet some among the crowd felt a stirring uncertainty—Yan Yi, for instance, and the few groups in attendance who knew a thing or two about Cent-Arms.
As they recalled, taking command of such a Chronos weapon should never have required a millennium of Chronos.
This brat was just blowing smoke.
But since he’d really given the weapon away, what was his game? Was he trying to hint that he barely had any Chronos left?
–You!–
Robin Lo thrust a trembling finger before his quivering lips:
–Oh, for heaven’s sake, my dear little grandpa—if only I’d known this would happen, I would rather you have given it to me!–
Yang Zicang wore an expression of utter release: –Don’t bother going after it either. Life matters more.–
–‘Life’—pfft, life my asterisk.–
Liang Xi looked at her elder brother with a turbulent heart. In her eyes, the Yang Zicang she knew should not have been someone so quick to cave in.
Yet the young man also thought to himself, this person was truly decisive. In a way, that too was a kind of boldness.
The boldness of knowing when to let go.
Liang Xi silently nodded, thinking to himself that he too needed to be as decisive.
–Stop right there!–
The drunkard spread a force field before him.
The weapon in his hand exuded a thick phantom glow, tinged with a strange hint of reddish color.
This is…
Yang Zicang looked over with a heavy gaze.
It wasn’t gold.
Yang Zicang instantly realized—could it be that this crudely made steel sword, which appeared utterly inferior, contained more than four-digit Chronos?
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