Yan Yi squinted slightly, a halo of light appearing on his chest as a triangle pattern unfolded.
[Golden-Prime Ability Activated.]
[** I want to invest 1000N in my favored actor –Tong Wenqi–.**]
–Why are you giving me so much? Do you want me to disappear?–
The young man shot Yan Yi an angry glare.
–This is just a millennium investment… Fine, fine, how much do you want? Five hundred?–
–Do I look like I live that short a life! Just give me the minimum performance fee.–
–Ah, you really are something.–
Yan Yi shook his head and altered the investment amount.
[I want to invest 10N in minor role ‘Tong Wenqi.’ As the Ratings Godfather, it seems I don’t recognize his potential to become a prime-time breakout star.]
Tong Wenqi felt the ten years of Chronos he received and his face lit up with joy.
Yan Yi weighed his words carefully: –So, do you hope that gun gets stolen, or not?–
–Ha! If they really get their hands on it, snatching it from them would be a lot easier. But judging by Yang Zicang’s performance so far, those guys are probably just going to get themselves killed.–
–Indeed, by his side is that old drunkard—a veteran fox who won’t fall for any cheap tricks. And besides… Robin Lo has already succeeded in upgrading Moxel.–
–He must be profiting from this rookie.–
Both of them wore envious expressions.
Tong Wenqi rolled the candy in his mouth and said,
–Logically, I don’t really want the weapon to actually be successfully robbed. But Yang Zicang seems to have a natural aversion to our headquarters. If this gun ends up in the hands of those robbers, it’ll actually be easier for us to get ahold of Cent-Arms, and we can avoid a complete falling-out with Yang sub Ichio.–
–So…– Yan Yi looked at Tong Wenqi.
–They want to be unrecognizable, don’t they? Perfect. Heh, I’ll go give those robbers a hand.–
Tong Wenqi grabbed a handful of nuts from the small black glass table and stuffed them into his pocket, then opened the RV’s door and jumped out, quickly disappearing from Yan Yi’s sight.
The world only cares whether Yang Insan’s abilities are useful and whether they can get their hands on the good stuff he has.
But for organizations and individuals with access to more secretive intelligence, this newly emerged Kong Di Prince is a much more tempting target on a different level.
After his partner left, Yan Yi thought for a moment, and a Moxel light refracted from his chest.
–Hey, Wedger, have you entered the acceleration zone yet?–
{Came in long ago, almost at the nest.}
–Oh, that’s good. By the way, I’ve got a bit of info on Yang Zicang. Someone wants to disguise themselves to rob him. Want to set up a betting pool on it?–
–That new Quad? Predicting he won’t lose his weapon?–
–Don’t bet on him winning—because Xiao Qi’s going to make a move. If nothing goes wrong, that gun will end up in our hands.–
–I see, hehehe. If I successfully predict the Quad, maybe my accumulated will be just about there.–
Yan Yi on the sofa wore a confident smile, talking to himself as though on a phone call:
–Yeah. Simultaneously predicting the outcome of a Quad and a Cent-Arms should already be enough for you to secure the core condition for promotion to Moxel. As for the prediction count accumulation, we can take it slow.–
The Syn-Link cut off, and the man in the RV focused intently on what lay ahead.
The small screen showed Yan Zicang’s trio moving swiftly through a stretch of patchy forest.
This area stuck out like a small acropolis abruptly grown from the ruins of a wasted city.
Yan Yi’s mouth curled slightly as he looked at the image on the TV.
In the frame, Yang Zicang seemed lost in thought.
……
Counting his original lifespan with an extra few decades of Chronos, he ought to have more than a hundred years to use.
But this mail emblem—how much time would it require?
Yang Zicang was eager to seek more information about it. However, the Chronos weapon had already attracted considerable potential trouble—if these people found out he had also obtained the complete stamp, the risk of surviving here would skyrocket.
He had no choice but to keep the stamp’s information concealed, and only by gaining benefits from it in the Dreamscape could he truly rest easy.
But would this thing cost five hundred or a thousand?
Or perhaps, in reality, Chronos could proportionally extend time in the dreams. If so, his over a hundred years should already be enough.
–If only I could find a way to temporarily send the gun out. These utterly unscrupulous criminals would never imagine that I can retrieve the Chronos weapon remotely.–
Once this thought took root, the young man’s heart began pounding wildly.
This was truly a feasible plan.
The best scenario would be to cast Cent-Arms away from his hand in full view of everyone!
Let them scramble for it all they want; when he grew stronger, he would display it openly.
Yang Zicang gazed at the silver Lance in his hand. After killing many wolves and exotic feline creatures, delicate new lines had appeared on its surface—evidence of gravity space expelling impurities through the gun.
–Bro, what are you thinking?–
–Nothing much.–
Yang Zicang looked at the guide Robin Lo and asked, –Are there a lot of B-class intersecting zones?–
–Not too many. If you have a frequency crystal, you’d definitely find the corresponding intersecting zone. As for my new Moxel, I haven’t discovered such a place yet.–
After saying this, Robin Lo glanced slightly upward, but there was nothing in the sky.
The trio chatted as they arrived at a patch of land lush and orderly with vegetation. Although it now seemed somewhat neglected, it was clear that this place had once been well-maintained.
–Oh wow, this should be some kind of botanical garden on Earth.–
A faint fragrance filled the air as Robin Lo gazed at the precious trees.
–This is the interior of Sheng Yuan,– said the young boy.
–Sheng Yuan?–
–Yep, a villa area near our home. I’ve been here before.–
–Heh, villa or whatever, none of it’s much use now.–
The entrance to this crack lay by a desolate pond piled with branches and fallen leaves, looking like the opening of a collapsed underground pipe.
On Yan Yi’s monitor, the signal had been lost ever since Yang Zicang’s group entered the intersecting zone.
The scene shifted, flashing the facial images of a few people like a car advertisement.
The man in black selected Tong Wenqi’s small picture from the options.
[Non-player character ‘Tong Wenqi’ has appeared!]
In the screen, he had already changed into long sleeves, long pants, and gloves. On his head, he wore a black cloth bag, with a simple terrifying mask over it.
Tong Wenqi was following behind several people, heading toward an area dense with lush trees.
–This guy’s fast enough.– Yan Yi muttered to himself as he watched the screen.
——–Well, what Ah Xiang said makes sense. After we get that gun, others are bound to have their eyes on us.–
——–Why not just sell it? At least worth five or six thousand Chronos.–
——–Five thousand? You kidding? Just hang out in a B-class Crossover for a while, and in less than a year, every one of us could become immortals living for thousands of years.–
–These fools don’t even understand the true value of a Cent-Arms.–
The Moxel on Yan Yi’s chest flickered.
–Give me a plot summary.–
[Tong Wenqi, using his incredible speed, took down a bandit who had gone to the restroom. After putting on the bandit’s outfit, he blended into the masked team, which was discussing ‘what to do with the loot once the robbery succeeds.’]
[They were about to reach Yang Zicang’s location, ready to execute their vile plan.]
[Will these people succeed? And what will Tong Wenqi, a mere walk-on character, do? Let’s wait and see.]
The process was playing out exactly as he had guessed.
Yan Yi smirked, proud of his Moxel ability.
Anyone who has been Invested can obtain their related information until 8 PM the following day.
Additionally, Moxel can select one person for a live broadcast in real time.
Though he was merely a triangle, his value had already surpassed that of an ordinary Quad’s ability.
–Xiao Qi, they didn’t find you. Don’t worry.–
{I know.}
Heh heh, back on Earth, he was just a director, but here he was like a god. Clairvoyance and clairaudience—all contained within this single Moxel.
……
On the other side, within the Crescent-level intertwined space, Yang Zicang, Robin Lo, and the young Liang Xi had just stabilized the second Shadow Canvas Zone.
This was the interior environment of a large structure selected from among various ever-changing zones.
The three took a breather.
–This staircase looks like a theater. It’s not really a theater, is it? I once watched a video about Broadway, and there was this haunted theater inside that looked just like this,– said Robin Lo.
Yang Zicang, standing on the right side of the Y-shaped curved staircase, frowned. –Haunted theater, Broadway? Is that a real play?–
Liang Xi said, –Uncle, are you talking about The Phantom of the Opera?–
–What the heck? Hmm, maybe. I forgot. Too bad—it’s not even fit for burning as firewood.–
Robin knocked on the stone curved staircase.
Yang Zicang’s mouth twitched slightly as a sika deer, its muscles as powerful as a kangaroo’s, was pierced and fell to the ground.
The connection between The Phantom of the Opera and the Haunted Theater… well.
A commotion arose at the entrance.
–Someone’s here!–
The three of them looked over—seven masked figures burst out from the grassy stage scenery area.
–Yang Zicang!–
–Is that the Chronos weapon? A truly exquisite and beautiful armament.–
Seeing their attire, Liang Xi’s heart skipped a beat.
No need to say more—these masked bastards were clearly here to cause trouble.
Liang Xi glanced at Brother Yang, noticing his grave expression. Just as his own anxiety deepened, he suddenly thought he saw a hint of delight flicker across Yang Zicang’s face.
But the expression vanished in an instant.
–Huh?– Liang Xi rubbed his eyes. Before him, Brother Yang’s face remained solemn. Had he misread it just now?
–So you’re here, bro. You’ve done well tailing him.–
The man on the other side chuckling praised one of their own.
Robin Lo gripped his weapon tightly with hostility, stepping forward:
–Gentlemen, since you’re all after the Chronos in the Cross Realm, why the masks!–
Seeing the spear now in Yang Zicang’s hands, a surge of exhilaration coursed through Yu Chen and his group.
The man named Cao shouted in a distorted voice, –Hey, Yang, hand over the gun and we’ll leave immediately. If you’re trying to get more cash to stay alive, we’ll just take it by force!–
Yang Zicang gritted his teeth and said, –You guys sure are efficient.–
The Moxel circle on his chest lit up, and Quad rapidly expanded, merging into the void.
–Ladies and gentlemen, someone wants to steal my Chronos weapon. Anyone who helps me drive these fools away will be repaid by me in the future.–
Countless people within a radius of dozens of miles all received Moxel’s crowdfunding request.
[I, the great Quad, commence battle crowdfunding.]
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