Author: Oilinstor

–Good morning, Mr. Zicang.- –Good morning, Sister Lili.- Entering the office, Yang Zicang’s gaze first fell upon the wooden flower-screen stand on the right side of his workstation. –What are you staring at?- Jiaoma, dressed in an elegant white dress with yellow polka dots and a small cloth bag slung across her shoulder, stepped briskly…

Ring! A firm, powerful finger swiftly pressed the ringing alarm to silence. –Time’s up for today. Another day of utter failure.- Yang Zicang rose from his desk and stretched. As he stood up, the light flickering inside a transistor-like small cylinder on the walnut desk shifted from a steady pulse to chaotic fluctuations. A girl…

The image of Zhu Yin handing him the manual surfaced in Yang Zicang’s mind. Was this guy in front of him planning to pass messages to others through this telekinesis training ground? –This one I don’t have time to chop with my sword,- Yang Zicang muttered to himself, facing the huge crate falling from the…

–You are indeed great.– A streak of light tore across the sky, coiling toward the falling wooden box. [Trajectory curve… Psychokinetic deconstruction… Compensation, replacement…] Yang Zicang’s eyes narrowed slightly. For a moment, his thoughts wandered, as if recalling something, but the fiercely flickering lines swiftly severed all his doubts. His attention, engulfed by the immense…

Yang Zicang already knew that in the Lost Illusion Company, only with promotion could one use Chronos to restore youthful appearance—for here, rejuvenation granted a more beautiful and handsome appearance, like that of elves and fairies. He looked at the psychic card in his hand. On the mist-covered cover was a samurai pushing a box…

[The Barking Door stares at me.] –……– On the pitch-black door before me, a gleeful short-haired pug is carved in relief on the left; on the right, a cold, pitch-black Doberman gazes out like a pirate captain, its right eye covered and its left pupil gleaming with radiant brilliance… Its ears stand erect, looking full…

Yang Zicang’s eyes lit up. –There’s a place like that? When can we go?– –Haha, don’t rush. Let’s have some afternoon tea first.– …… Hong Haocheng and Zhang Miao swam desperately in the water. The water looked ocean-blue, but it wasn’t salty, and beneath the surface swam many freshwater fish. –Grab my luggage for me.–…

[Chronos principal 99N invested.] [The grid of the ‘Proportional Planning’ ability has been permanently expanded to ten slots.] Hong Hao Cheng silently sensed the message within his mind. It was an incredibly miraculous ability—just a single upgrade of the so-called –grid– allowed him to reduce the consumption of trajectory-drawing threads by an entire zero when…

The atmosphere in the cabin was so eerie that Zhang Miao, trembling with fear, crawled out through a gap and perched on top of the plane. Time ticked by, second after second. Zhang Miao stared at the blue waves and began to pray. He prayed that the people rushing from the shore would be slow,…

Silver Hub Town. Boboli came over with a plate of green, plump grapes and placed them in front of Morri, who was resting his head on his hand and sighing. This medium-to-tall English teacher from England hadn’t stepped outside for over half a month. According to the agreement with Yang Zicang, Morri’s grounding was to…