Author: Oilinstor

The Hundred Crowns, with a stature and appearance like a mythical monster, spoke calmly: “First time solo navigating the Sub-Ether Space, isn’t it? “ The world around them warped and shifted into a blur; unsure of where this place was, Yang Zicang nodded. -｛Distributor February Di’an deliberately nurtures anxiety.｝ The Hundred Crowns said, unperturbed as…

A man in a coarse linen robe, barefoot and leaning on a staff, walked along the edge of the celebrating crowd. Some passersby cast him curious glances, but such a figure was hardly a rare sight; most simply made way for him. “It’s here… “ The gaunt-faced man, who seemed to have walked alone through…

Medwiser vaulted out of the residential house and cut through a connected field alley, re-entering the old winding city streets. He went straight to an oil-splashed noodle shop and ordered a bowl of noodles. Inside, two locals eating and chatting at a table turned their heads as they saw this well-preserved man in his fifties…

White Violet City’s stationed forces launched a deterrent military strike against Teransi. Sedans flying foreign flags frequently pulled up in front of the municipal building, where business elites and news correspondents—or simply travelers claiming to “gauge public opinion “—gathered to spectate the marching parade as if it were a curious novelty. The fervent and impassioned…

Yang Zicang lay on the hotel bed, his mind entirely flooded with the image of that machine turning into a nightmare earlier today. He then recalled what Major General Ross had said on the airplane: a plane, painstakingly developed and secretly crafted by engineers, turned into a man-eating monster the moment the ribbon was cut.…

Jean Kerri stood before the machine draped in the worn-out sheet. “Hot forging technology is like chipping stone to get an image—every part that’s produced comes at the cost of countless cuts from machine tools, with the raw material weighing nearly twice the finished product! “ He yanked the blanket and pulled it off, revealing…

“Because you exceeded the mission requirements, and even helped our mailman birth the ‘Glory Light,’ so these two rows here… “ Schmidt’s finger traced across two rows of Silver Coins. “…amounting to forty coins in total are all an extra reward for you. Since you don’t need assistance contacting work, the originally promised ten coins…

In the darkness, a car drove towards the most luxurious hotel in the city. Yang Zicang, dressed in black, alighted and stepped inside as a waiter slightly bowed and opened the door for him. The driver in military uniform watched the tall, slender man’s back disappear into the hall before starting the engine and driving…

Led by the proprietor, the three military staff ascended the stairs. In the room, the distributor, who had been reading the contract penned by Yang Zicang, suddenly lifted his head. He first frowned slightly, glancing toward the stairwell, then twisted to peer out the window at the faint interference from Gray Dove’s communicator. “Make it…

After much effort, Yang Zicang finally found a still-operating inn in an alley. From his last remaining seven silver coins, he took one and booked a room. “Fog man? ” The owner eyed the Fog Citizen ID Yang Zicang had handed over. “Fog citizens can’t stay at an inn? “ “Oh, no, no. I’ll register…