Author: Oilinstor

The moment Yufei connected, a explosive bang erupted, and a haze of blood filled the air. The image and the link vanished. The speeding car screeched to an abrupt halt. Leaving several skid marks on the ground, the driver stared in disbelief at Yufei beside him, equally stunned. –Boss, that link just now suddenly turned…

No wonder everyone here looked so insane — ever since waking up, several people had either tricked, lured, or outright tried to steal his Chronos. That Bai Yuan even had the audacity to covet Liu Ming’s measly one month of Chronos. It all boiled down to one thing: at the end of every month, three…

–Of course, we can’t return the artifacts,– said the man named Yu Fei. –But we’ve lost countless Chronos along the way. So, how do you reckon this account should be settled?– –You’ve reaped all the benefits, yet we’re the ones taking the blows—it’s hardly reasonable, is it?– The people in the car were seething with…

…… At night, unknowingly, Yang Zicang, burdened with many thoughts, fell into a deep sleep. He had been far too exhausted that day, drained to the point of utter mental frailty. His breathing was steady; he clung to sleep with the greed of an infant. The ring on his chest flickered faintly. When the moon…

–Get ready, I’m starting!– The man’s arms bulged with thick veins as he let out a thunderous roar, gripping Yang Zicang’s legs with both hands and swinging him full circle on the spot. The people on the opposite platform, trapped in a life-or-death crisis, caught a glimpse of the pair’s stunt on the treacherous bridge,…

Turning around this bend, the view ahead suddenly opened up. It was a massive karst cave cavity, vast enough to hold one or two communities. Nearly a hundred meters above, accompanied by the trickling sound of falling water, a few beams of sunlight spilled down, bringing a sliver of light into the dark cavern. On…

Yao Chiming handed the heavy bow to Yang Zicang, letting him feel its weight. –How far can this bow shoot, Chronos?– –Fifty yards. Add that to ZiCang’s own twenty-meter range, and the strike radius should reach the monster on the bridge. But…– –But what?– –Forget it—I’ll just shoot this bow myself later. You can help…

–This bow is a bit easier to draw. ZiCang, you should be able to shoot about 70–80 yards without problem. Give it a try.– Yang Zicang nodded, took the bow, and stepped out. Mu Xiaoyu and the other two, carrying dried meat, chatted and laughed with Yao Chiming and the others as they stepped onto…

The enraged rat lunged at close range, and the heavy blow landed squarely on its twisted, grotesque skull. Thud! Viscous fluid splattered, and the rat’s massive body stood frozen for a moment before crashing down with crushing weight. [I gained 39.4N—this all owes to my formidable bio-limb…] Pinned beneath that mountain of meat, the boy…

–Thanks for your help earlier.– Yang Zicang looked at the two of them, –Some of those who helped me before have already left this world forever. From now on, we must live well on their behalf.– –We didn’t do much. But you’re right—this was really an unwarranted disaster for those people. By the way, what’s…