Category: Covert Agent Yang-BOOK1

Though killing one another in the Shibin Wastes wouldn’t grant the victor the opponent’s Chronos, this rule did not apply to monsters. {Impressive. As expected of the strongest opponent.} The voice of the moon-shadow monster echoed. Before joy could even fade away, this mental voice rang out in Chin Mong’s mind. His eyes dimmed with…

Yang Zicang realized he was rapidly leaving Chin Mong behind, the distance between them widening by dozens of meters in just two or three breaths! –What are you trying to do? Stop!– A Paleshade Wyrm materialized, but the young man on the other side raised his open hands, signaling he meant no harm. _-**My ability…

Yang Zicang didn’t bring bread but a real feast instead. –So lavish, and there’s boiled pork slices and fried chicken?– –Wow, beer—how long has it been since I last saw this stuff?– Oil lamps cast a warm orange glow over a long table made of folding tables, brimming with ambiance in the night breeze. –Hope…

Among a group of people trekking across the distant wilderness, Yang Zicang held the supply letter in his hand, hesitating. –Oh well, to get noticed by them sooner, I’ll just follow the handbook’s advice. Play it safe… I just need to gain fame faster.– Yang Zicang chose to use the supply letter given by Hubville,…

On the undulating gravel-strewn terrain, Yang Zicang frowned and turned around. –You, the one who dares not give your name, hand over what you’ve stolen!– From the crowd behind, a person wielding a wooden stick topped with a sharp iron piece shouted, tilting their head up. –Jiazi, give back the Shin Engine now!– The crowd…

Captain Jia smiled. Ning Yang followed the plan and invited Master Zuo to go out together. After lunch, Yang Zicang received news from the headquarters: the team of experts, driven by his provocation, had been dismantling many things. In just one day, three or four Nightmares had already manifested, nearly resulting in tragedy. Yang Zicang…

At noon, Penglord hosted a grand banquet, and everyone was in high spirits. The desolate land finally rang out with the rare sound of cheerful celebration. During the meal, Zhao Qi of the Cargo Crew draped his arm over Penglord Ning Yang’s shoulder. –Want the Peng Zone to grow stronger faster, Ning Penglord?– –With a…

The next day, Yang Zicang woke up and ate the plainest gray mantou here, which were food exchanged by Penglord from a medium-sized Peng Zone. For more than half of each month, everyone subsisted on these, having three total for lunch and dinner. –Once this place becomes at least a medium-sized Peng Zone, everyone’s life…

With the addition of energy transformed from these ores and earth, the sphere of light floating in the handcraft shack slightly expanded. –Wow!– The people outside observed the harmoniously slow-rotating pattern within the sphere of light, and one exclaimed softly, –We’ve never seen such a stably rotating sphere of light before.– –Rumor has it that…

With the invitation, Wang Chong and Shiu Siuchuan naturally followed along to share in the pleasure. The other four were still unaware that Yang Zicang had arrived. In the rock-built room, basins filled with discarded red magical crystal remnants radiated heat, though someone had already come to cover them. During the day, the temperature here…