[I feel the gaze of the investors.]
Having secured funding that has freed Chronos for over ten thousand years, within Moxel’s halo—which has simultaneously received investments from many—there is a faint sense of unease.
It is as if many people have placed their lives in my hands, hoping to change their future destinies through me.
What I hold in my grasp is the anticipation of countless individuals for the next node in time.
[The investors wish to obtain the new hope born from the existence of the Demon Ying Palace.]
Moxel clearly read the insights deep within his own consciousness—insights that had not yet been transformed into concrete thoughts by his brain. Yet when the inner voice sounded so swiftly, it resonated perfectly with the deepest feelings of his heart.
{Zicang, are you alright?}
{Pull yourself together. I think Morri would also want to see you continue walking forward with the future he helped change.}
Gray, white, and silver-white threads flickered across his chest.
Yang Zicang let out a soft snort, sweeping his gaze over the growing crowd and the stone door, now cracked with more fissures.
Another umbilical cord extended from the door crack. As soon as a monster’s figure emerged, a spear thundered from the spinning black hole, pinning it into dust—only Chronos, with more than ten thousand years, could utterly annihilate it.
[Li Xiuxiao invests 1000N in me.]
[Luo Bo invests 1320N in me.]
[Wei Xinxin invests 200N in me.]
[Li Mingzhe invests 166.2N in me.]
[Wang Xiuquan for me…]
The moment Chronos used up a portion, these ever-ready Chronos investments flooded in. People across the city had been trying to invest all along, and now, within mere milliseconds, forty thousand years of Chronos were replenished again.
–That’s just ridiculous.–
–What?–
–I couldn’t even shove in a single minute.–
Not far from the Demon Hero Hall, the crowd clamored.
–I’ve been watching. Just now, almost instantly, a few small specks of light poured into Yang Zicang’s chest. Ah, if only investments in this world didn’t go toward the new fate trajectory.–
–With so many waiting to invest, his Chronos will never run out. Ridiculous—no wonder the designer himself came down to play.–
–I’d say he alone is worth an entire elite squad.–
–That kid being locked up for five days is getting off easy.–
People from cities everywhere watched this scene, never imagining that the Chronos administrator in Yang Zicang’s team would die inside this Demon Hero Hall, and at the hands of a nobody.
And that brat, who no one had ever heard of before, couldn’t even defeat someone as famous as Yang Zicang. Yet, his body, clearly shattered into pieces, retracted and reassembled right before everyone’s eyes! The sight shook the hearts of hundreds of thousands. Truly, this broken mysterious world still held abilities that made everyone covet even more.
While everyone was speculating and discussing, all the demon-tooth pillars in the Demon Hero Hall suddenly trembled in unison, dust cascading down like a curtain of rain from the eaves.
Surges of demonic energy rose, piercing straight into the sky.
A dark red eye faintly took shape within the pillar of light above. This disturbance could be seen even from kilometers outside the Demon Hero Hall. Instantly, the gathered crowd scattered in panic, shouting and fleeing.
–The Resister!-
–Indeed, we can’t afford to underestimate the Resister!-
Only then did everyone truly recall the legend of the Resister, who had once razed several cities.
At that moment, those who had been confident about the final match began to doubt again:
Can that kid really pull it off?
Can a single city’s team be enough?
Such overwhelming demonic might…
Inside the Demon Throat Front Hall.
As an earthquake-like tremor spread, those with weaker strength felt their skin quiver under the terrifying, piercing screech, on the verge of bursting.
Suddenly, a series of unbroken red waves swept over everyone here, greatly easing their pain.
A member of a team exclaimed in surprise:
–This ability orb is really handy.-
This ability felt eerily familiar—like that of a shed owner in the Land of Lost Frequencies… But Yang Zicang had no time to dwell. In the delirious murmurs of the eyeball speaker, through the half-open crack of the door, a dark crimson eye incarnated into an eerie humanoid form, a faint smile curling at the corners of its lips as it gazed outside.
Everyone inside the hall felt as if they were being watched by a monstrous horror beyond compare.
It crooked a slender finger at the crowd outside, then turned, its hand resting on the back of a chair, and vanished into the deepening darkness.
As that being left the doorway, some of those who had just entered the hall suddenly lost their focus. They seemed to be enveloped by a tangible sound wave—their skin, organs, blood, even their eyeballs and brain matter, all began to vibrate violently in resonance.
A faint, crimson, surging light twisted and flickered along the outlines of their bodies, like a boiling red ocean.
–Watch out!- Yang Zicang shouted loudly.
A dozen red ripple force fields unfurled rapidly, but some were still too slow to escape.
–Aaaah!-
Bang! Bang!
Several screams rang out.
Within the eyeball, the final sounds of countless dead before their deaths echoed endlessly. An eerie atmosphere spread through the hall, filled with flickering lights, shifting silhouettes, and cacophony.
{Cekbode’s Stone Gate has absorbed three copies of the –Co-frequency Gazing Entity.-}
From the corpse, humanoid energy entities emerged like a twisted phantom army, eerily sweeping across the hall and slipping through the door’s gaps, following the defender’s figure.
–Such terrifying resonant power!-
–Those lacking strength, retreat quickly! Those entering from outside, be careful—better turn back! This defender cannot be defeated by mere numbers!-
–Not only can you not rely on numbers, but the more people there are, the stronger it gets!-
–Is the defender forging its minions?!-
–What do we do?!- Many people stared in panic at the ability sphere.
Soon, telepathic voices came from outside: the waterway back is blocked.
Either defeat it, or die here…
Cheng Yunze looked up at the constantly pulsating eyeball. As his gaze met it, the eyeball, now tinged with a faint red glow, stared back. The red glow was like a twisted energy outline enveloping the horn-like eyeball.
[I am being watched by a mature defender.]
–Such immense pressure.-
Wang Chun and the others, dusty and disheveled, gathered around Cheng Yunze.
Others gathered around Yang Zicang, who radiated a stern, chilling aura.
–Yang Zicang, do you have a way to deal with that thing?- they asked expectantly.
Only near the two apparent strongest did they feel psychologically safer, and this indeed made their minds more resilient in resisting the resonance.
Seeing the chaos, Cheng Yunze glanced over and said, –Yang Zicang, let’s go in together.-
Whether inside or outside the hall, everyone who witnessed this scene fixated on Cheng Yunze’s words. Without waiting for Yang Zicang to agree, they all unanimously felt this proposal was the best course of action at the moment.
Yang Zicang’s face showed a contemplative expression.
–Let’s make a gentlemen’s agreement, witnessed by these hundreds of thousands of people,– Cheng Yunze added. –In the coming battle, we won’t attack each other. As for victory, we’ll determine the final winner based on who contributes the most to defeating the Resister. How about it?–
Suddenly, the surrounding crowd erupted in discussion.
{Mr. Zicang, this proposal is a good one.}
{Captain Yang, our Red Yingbang Group will continue to support you. We’ve prepared a hundred thousand years of Chronos principal for you!}
{The board of the Monster Hunters Alliance approves this proposal.}
{Representative of Zhao Anlong’s Old World Support Association, Wang Laoliu, gives his approval! Bro, say yes!}
All kinds of tangled threads burst outward like a surging tide, churning up tens of thousands of scrolls of information.
Yang Zicang precisely connected to Robin Lo’s Moxel, and the fat man on the other end in the demon-tooth room said rapidly:
{Based on the intelligence gathered so far, this Resister is a demon related to mind control and the energy conversion of the lost-frequency thoughts of the dead. Zicang, you… might want to think about it.}
Yang Zicang nodded. He looked at Shao Min. –Lend me your weapon.–
–No need to borrow,– Shao Min said politely, solemnly handing over the sleeve sword. –It originally belonged to a gentleman from your side.–
A glimmer of light flashed in Yang Zicang’s eyes.
In the sensed vision, Robin Lo, still inside the Demon Tooth room, let out a long sigh and rubbed his forehead.
{That sword was originally a gift from me to Li Mi. I never expected that kid to… sigh, from now on I won’t dare sell him intel anymore.}
Yang Zicang suddenly felt a hot surge break through his stifled heart, rekindling a driving force within the emotions that had been shaken and sealed off by his closest friend’s death—everyone was silently carrying out their own plans. Li Mi had no idea about the Demon Hero Hall, nor did he know he would obtain the Void Zero War Device, but from the moment he witnessed the satellite’s horror, everything of today had already been conceived.
Even without these conditions, that man would find other junctures in the torrent of time where he could deliver a killing blow and reverse the world’s course.
As for himself, Hong Haocheng…
The image that surfaced in Yang Zicang’s mind was that man staring straight at him.
He himself would surely find that man at some point in the future and make the bastard pay the most brutal price for what he had done today.
He, too, would find a potentially existing point in the future’s torrent—if this truly is a world of magic, if one can truly ascend to the realm of the Saint who incarnates the earth—then perhaps I myself might find the chance to turn someone’s life around…
He gripped the short sword in his hand and looked at Cheng Yunze, who was wrapped in a skeleton of light.
The two strongest men, each acknowledged by their respective cities, locked eyes with each other.
–Then let victory and defeat be decided in the battle we face together.–
In Hub Town, under the gaze of more than thirty cities and hundreds of thousands of people, countless Chronos investors prepared to gather their accumulated extra lifespan, watching as they pushed open that door together.
[I, the great Quadrilateral, as the opener of the Sekbird Door, am entitled to know that the –Nameless Guardian of Sekbird- has already taken control of two military squads.]
[The –Nameless Guardian of Sekbird- will command his own private legion and will gain the qualification to become the Lord of the Demon Hero Hall.]
The two exchanged surprised glances. An army?
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