–Boss Meng!- Captain Qin turned and called out, –The Tianzi No. 1 private room—please invite my friend to take a seat at once.-
–If we’re going by the ranking from before entering City No. 20, it’ll cost ten thousand Chronos to get into Tianzi No. 1.-
–What? Ten thousand Chronos for a meal?- The people around turned to stare.
–Throwing your life away just for a meal.-
Boss Meng stepped forward and said, –Everyone, please don’t take offense. The reason our Zhenxiu Fang has set up four types of private rooms—’Tian, Di, Xuan, Huang’—is that we serve precious food infused with otherworldly magical abilities. Once you’ve tasted it, you’ll know that eating here once is an absolute steal.-
Xiao Yushan and his group were completely left hanging. It wasn’t until another head waiter came to ask if they still wanted a private room that he nodded with a dark scowl.
What else could he do? Have everyone walk a few dozen miles just to eat some xiaolongbao and then trudge all the way back?
……
Faced with the enthusiastic invitation before him, Morri felt a pang of hesitation inside.
Ultimately, he couldn’t say no to Prince Wang and the zealous Captain Qin, who were already pulling him toward the door, and so, half-resisting and half-compliant, he took a couple of steps forward.
Suddenly the man stopped. –Wait a moment.-
–What’s wrong?-
Morri turned his head and looked at two people on the street—their clothes were ragged, and though they were smiling at the scene, their faces were ashen and lifeless.
He walked over, pulled two banknotes aglow with a soft shimmer from his pocket, and placed them into their hands.
–Anyone who can enter Hub Town must have their own unique skills. You two—a new future is waiting for you.-
Two people, as ragged as beggars, looked at the banknotes in their hands as if struck by lightning.
[Life Bank: 2000N.]
[I can use an additional 2000N.]
–You, this ability?- They raised their heads. –Are you… the producer of ‘Material Wealth and Heavenly Treasures’?-
Morri, who had not caught their words, smoothed Boboli’s rumpled clothes in the crowd and pulled the teenager to follow Prince Wang and the others toward the restaurant entrance.
……
As Morri passed by Xiao Yushan, whose expression was dark, he turned to look at his two former teammates who had helped him out earlier.
–Thank you, but you’d better choose a new team leader. This guy is suspicious and stupid without knowing it. Besides, if you come to buy my stuff, I’ll give you a 20% discount.-
–Who would buy your stuff?-
–Don’t try to sow discord.-
Morri grinned, –You will. Then find Yang Zicang or my friend here, and tell them I said so – you’ll all get 20% off.-
Having said that, he went upstairs with the extremely enthusiastic Prince Wang.
–What? Yang Zicang?-
Some people behind were stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, –He is from Yang Zicang’s team!-
Morri smiled faintly. As he walked, the Moxel on his chest emerged.
[I want to perform Pro-Invest1R for Yang Zicang.]
[Syn-Link failed.]
……
In the shed area, bonfires blazed under the gloomy sky, and the smell of wine was everywhere.
–Uh, well, let me say a few words.-
On the bustling dirt ground, a man swayed, wine bowl in hand, and addressed a dozen tables and the hundreds of people gathered around:
–Everyone! We are all immortal beings, like gods. Today, as we gather together, first let us thank our shed owner, Zhang Xianpang…-
The crowd burst into laughter—this shed owner from next door was a bit dazed from drinking.
In the small room next door, Yang Zicang listened for a few sentences, shook his head, and came back to sit at the wine table.
The atmosphere here was subtly quiet, but the room remained lively; no one noticed this broken sense of tranquility.
Another person refilled his own cup.
–We became friends through that fight, Brother Zicang.-
After three rounds of wine, Yang Zicang felt a little dizzy. He silently activated Lucid Sense to gradually sober up.
Li Shangxiang was recounting how he had taken the chance to run away when Yang Zicang dealt with the Desolate Cart cargo team that night, drawing laughter from the table.
–You were planning to slip away all along, you rascal.-
–I was just waiting for a hero like Brother Yang. Alas, before I joined the cargo team, how was I to know they were black merchants? If I had known, I would have followed Brother Ying. It was too late to regret. Luckily, Brother Yang came charging in, or I wouldn’t have dared to run.-
He pointed at Yang Zicang with a big laugh.
–Hey, this buddy of mine—we went to the same school back then.-
–That’s fate,- the people around said.
Yang Zicang nodded. –Yes, deep fate.-
–I’m just a small-time player. Come on, brother, let’s have a drink.-
At the table, a person with shoulder-length hair that partly covered their cheeks was chatting intermittently with Wuying, as if they had just met. After a few rounds of toasts, this person smiled and said:
–Brother Zicang, I heard you have a type of coin that can be directly invested. Could I take a look?-
–Of course.- Yang Zicang casually tossed him a coin that stored a thousand years’ worth of Chronos.
Chu Jun laughed: –You two classmates are like a turtle meeting a mung bean—perfect match! Haha.-
–What do you mean by that?- Yang Zicang asked, his breath smelling of alcohol.
–His ability is quite similar to yours, except it can only be stored within himself, hahaha,- Wuying added.
–Oh?- Yang Zicang looked at Li Shangxiang, who shrugged helplessly.
–Shangxiang, aren’t you going to show an ability ball to your fellow townsman?-
–That’s like showing off in front of an expert.-
Yang Zicang became a little interested. –No harm in having a look.-
Seeing everyone at the table staring at him curiously, Li Shangxiang scratched his head, a bit embarrassed. –Hehe, this ability of mine is just too ridiculous, so it’s basically useless. I’m usually too embarrassed to talk about it.-
With that, he shyly took out a small cyan ball and handed it to Yang Zicang.
[I can perform Chronos migration, target: Li Shangxiang.]
–Chronos migration? What kind of ability ball is this? The description is too brief.-
Chu Jun chuckled, –Hehe, Brother Zi Zang, if there’s anyone in the world who can break your coin trick, this thing definitely qualifies. It can directly migrate the Chronos gained in the next short while to Li Shangxiang’s storage.-
–That’s so powerful!-
Only a true master would understand just how amazing this ability is. If Lü Bu got his hands on it, he’d be absolutely unstoppable.
As he spoke, Chu Jun, as if tipsy and rambling, added:
–Let me tip you off—the transferred Chronos can’t exceed ten thousand either. Besides the Chronos he earns himself, this guy can only receive up to ten thousand Chronos from others; otherwise, it’ll just vanish.-
Li Shangxiang feigned a displeased grin. –You’re really spilling all my secrets.-
The table erupted in laughter.
–I see.- Yang Zicang’s bright eyes grew hazy with the glimmer of wine once more.
–But if it’s on the track of fate, maybe he could store more than ten thousand Chronos, right?-
Yang Zicang instantly grasped Li Shangxiang’s greater potential and tossed the ability ball in his hand.
–Yeah, but going there would be pure suicide, ahaha.- Li Shangxiang laughed awkwardly.
Wuying watched Yang Zicang with a smile.
Chu Jun, also grinning, stared at the ball bouncing in his hand, silently counting numbers.
[Three.]
He opened his mouth, –Brother Zi Zang, can we trade a bit of lifespan? Let me invest in you for easier future contact—it’s so rare to meet a big shot like you.-
–Sure.-
A Moxel lit up on Chu Jun’s chest.
[Two…]
–Brother Zicang, how about investing in Li Shangxiang too? Use this ability ball to see what’s missing between his clumsy ability and your coins, and give him some valuable advice.-
Yang Zicang hesitated.
[One.]
[Mental suggestion activated.]
–Having a senior like Brother Yang guide your classmate, Shangxiang, you’re burning incense high enough to touch the heavens. How many detours will you save in this godforsaken place?-
–Alas, you flatter me.-
Yang Zicang tossed the ability ball into the air. At its apex, it plummeted downward.
The three wore faint smiles, but their hearts were tense as they watched the cyan ball fall into the palm of his hand.
That second seemed to drag infinitely, yet they all knew that if all went well, after that second, the young man’s Moxel would be theirs.
–Chronos migration? Time shift?-
Slap! The cyan ball landed squarely in Yang Zicang’s palm.
[I activated mental suggestion again, consuming principal 10N.]
Yang Zicang, who had just recalled something Xingmiao had said, felt a surge of impulse—then he crushed the cyan ball.
Chu Jun, barely daring to breathe, clenched his fists in wild joy, nearly leaping into the air!
[Chronos migration activated.]
[Migration target noted: Li Shangxiang.]
Li Shangxiang looked at him with a smile, but the smile grew increasingly mysterious, increasingly dismissive of the person before him.
[I am about to strip all Chronos functions from my body.]
–Huh?-
Yang Zicang snapped back to reality, wondering how he had just crushed it.
Suddenly, his scalp tingled with dread.
BOOM!!!
An explosion erupted inside the room! A phantom train, like a missile tearing through time and space, appeared, and countless attacks shattered the entire house to dust in an instant.
–Kill! Leave no one alive!-
An unparalleled voice roared out amidst the explosion!
Wuying was stunned. He immediately turned invisible, but then felt a chill under his feet—his body had been shortened by a section.
[You have stripped all Chronos effects from your body.]
Just as Chu Jun turned his head, he saw several sword tips glowing with red light stabbing toward him.
Rumble!
Dazzling sword shadows and flames engulfed the entire room.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Weapons cloaked in red phantoms poured into the room like they were free, covering nearly every inch—blades and sword shadows slashed at lightning speed, densely packed inside and out.
Under the saturation attack, every living thing in that space instantly turned to ash.
Except for Yang Zicang, who sat dumbfounded on a small stool.
[Migration target has disappeared.]
[Chronos transfer failed.]
[I have become myself again.]
He lowered his head to look at his chest, his sluggish mind finally realizing what he had just gone through!
As Yang Zicang stood up, he stumbled, and was immediately steadied by a pair of firm, powerful hands.
He looked up, and on the ghostly train before him, the figure that had slept for so long tightly gripped his arm, their steady gaze fixed firmly on his face.
This hand had kept him from falling.
–My god! My god!-
Boboli cried out beside him, –We were just that close.-
Morri’s eyes were firm and powerful, the authority in that command a moment ago like a monarch.
Yang Zicang looked at them, and at the strangers crowding behind him.
The pale-faced young man, with the air of a rich playboy, pressed close to Morri.
Master Wang also looked back in terror: –Son of a bitch, so Shi Qian’s ability is—it’s moving other people’s Moxels away!-
Everyone on the train shivered in unison.
Yang Zicang glanced at Li Shangxiang’s bloody corpse nearby, at Chu Jun hacked to minced meat ahead, and the others on the table were unspeakable.
Only a trail of blood on the floor was slowly extending outward, as if an invisible person was crawling out along it.
Yang Zicang’s expression turned cold.
He raised his head and met the man’s gaze.
–You changed the future?-
–I changed the future.-
–You changed… my future?-
–Yes, I changed your future.-
Silence…
–Then… what about you?-
–I’m the captain.-
Yang Zicang’s face trembled.
–You are the mountain of our team,- Morri said calmly. –From now on, I entrust Julia’s long-term future to you. This is my optimal choice.-
Yang Zicang gently patted the hand still gripping his wrist, then raised his palm. Amid the envious gazes of the others in the vehicle, a figure of Silver Lance gradually extended out from the black hole that had opened in his hand.
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