Category: EN

In the office, the glow tube shook violently. Under the watchful eyes of Jiao Ma and others, the orange light of the glow tube suddenly burst with cyan arcs. Yang Zicang felt a mild stinging in his head, and in his consciousness, the distant black mass exploded with a bang, his mental perspective weaving through…

Zoro wore a sly, knowing grin and said with a smirk, –First, how much is your ‘little bit of Xu Ling Chronos’? Let me see the gap between our groups.- –Hmm.- Yang Zicang placed one hand on the table before his chest and rested the other under his chin. He took a close look at…

A fair-skinned woman, casually wearing a white jacket-style ladies’ uniform over a pair of tight athletic pants, walked through the corridor where warm lights reflected off the walls until she reached the door. –Hmm?– She tilted her head slightly, casting a glance back down the hallway she had just traversed. An inexplicable wisp of melancholy…

After a night, the morning sunlight spilled onto a silver-scaled, plump fish lying on the deck. Its bulging eyes reflected four figures—Hong Haocheng, Zhang Miao, and two men with wet, disheveled hair. –Come on. This time it’s two hundred years. Talk it over between yourselves.– Hong Haocheng’s voice was deep. –……– Half an hour later,…

Three psychic alchemy objects slowly floated and rotated in the air. Yang Zicang first looked at the crystal glasses, which had a fairly decent appearance. He wondered if wearing them to see Miss Xu Aiyuan would reduce the natural influence of her ability. The thought barely surfaced before Yang Zicang shook his head and dismissed…

–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…