With just a glance, Yang Zicang knew the information contained in the final reward’s light orb.
【Magic Eye Record】
–Let me support you,- Su’e said.
–It’s fine, I can move on my own now.-
Yang Zicang refused the help of those around him. He first waved his hand, and the giant carpet transformed into a silk scarf that flew into his grasp, then the Cent-Arms spear that had fallen to the ground was also stowed into the Grav-Arc.
He walked step by step toward that pitch-black wall.
As Yang Zicang drew near, the floating light containing the final reward flickered more rapidly.
A vinyl record glided past his eyes.
【Magic Eye Record: The Sound Wave King’s Mind Spectrum】
Then, behind it, a silver glow turned around, wrapping a booklet that could be held in one hand.
【A Memoir of an Ordinary Person】
There were indeed two things inside.
But…
[I, the great quadrilateral… can only choose one of the two.]
Yang Zicang let out a soft sigh.
The Sound Wave King’s spectrum was definitely a good thing. And the extra reward that the review committee member had prepared for himself in advance was also here.
Although this extra reward given by the councilor was originally only meant to appear as a prize in the ordinary year-end competition.
By a twist of fate, this assessment trial was escalated to the Demon-English level, so this extra reward that would have only occupied a slot in the ordinary year-end competition now became the final reward at the –Demon-English level.-
Should he take it down? Yang Zicang hesitated inwardly.
A crowd converged around. Though none held the qualifications to claim them, both items were rewards reserved for the ultimate victor—yet they could still read the information etched onto the two prizes.
–Looks like it’s a pick-one-or-the-other deal.-
–Strange, there’s actually a choice to make.-
–What’s that ‘memoir’ supposed to mean?-
–Obviously the ‘Spectrum of the King of Sound Waves’ is way more valuable—maybe it could even create a force like the Sound Wave Army?-
Those who didn’t even know of the Lost Illusion Company’s existence saw the words –Lost Frequency Thought Band- and couldn’t fathom what it was, but that didn’t stop their minds from racing with wild associations.
Yang Zicang tilted his face—the spot Su’e had wiped—and looked up at the information floating above the two prizes.
Everyone in their assorted outfits stared at the hesitant young man ahead. Liang Xi started to speak, but Robin Lo swiftly clamped a hand over his mouth.
Miss Nightplane flew in with a girl around her age, both clutching bags of food.
On the –Old City 23- side, Cheng Yunze, having recovered some strength, stepped forward. –Zizang, how are you going to choose?-
–I…- Yang Zicang turned his head. –What do you think?-
Cheng Yunze looked taken aback, then, after a brief pause, the man acclaimed as the strongest in his city spoke:
–Saying this might make you think I’m trying to set you up, but… compared to that obviously precious treasure, the so-called ‘memoir of an ordinary person’ beside it piques my curiosity more. Of course, that’s just my two cents—the final call is yours.-
–Mm.-
Yang Zicang’s chest rose and fell slowly. He took a deep breath, exhaled, then raised his hand to touch the glowing orb floating at the broken edge of the wall before him. Just as his fingers were about to make contact, he paused briefly, then looked up into the void and said:
–Boboli, I should be leaving. I hope that when we meet again in the future, you will have become an even more outstanding designer of the Mo Ying Hall. Also, please take good care of my friends.-
With that, his hand reached forward and deftly grasped the booklet.
[I have obtained the Void Zero Chronos reward: 1,000,000 N.]
That vinyl record shattered with a crack, pieces falling to the ground. The onlookers could only watch in regret.
[I have obtained [A Common Man’s Memoir].]
–A Common Man’s Memoir.-
Slightly puzzled, Yang Zicang slowly opened the front page of this manual.
[A Common Man’s Memoir.]
[Yang Zicang, 2014—2092.]
Yang Zicang stood frozen as if struck by lightning.
A few seconds later, his pupils contracted violently, and he swayed slightly as his gaze drifted downward.
—My name is Yang Zicang. At the end of July 2014, I was born…
As this line of text came into view, paragraphs of information behind it quickly merged into the words, and a brief line—instantly grasped and imprinted in the mind—emerged:
[July 28, 2014, 13:41, I was born.]
[July 28, 2014, 13:50 — Aunt Zhang Xiaoyi, Uncle Li Maocai… and 26 others learned of my existence.]
[July 28, 2014, 13:52 — I received my first worldly wealth: a red envelope of 3,400 yuan, which became part of my stroller and my mother’s gold necklace.]
[August 28, 2014 — I witnessed my one-month celebration banquet…]
A suffocating stream of information began to slide like a trickle through the booklet in my hand, turning into trails of light that flowed along my arm and merged into Moxel.
–This…?-
[September 1, 2017 — I entered kindergarten, starting my academic journey.]
Is this… my life?
[September 1, 2029 — I entered high school, beginning three years of high school life.]
[June 30, 2036 — I graduated from Xikong University with a bachelor’s degree in Civil Engineering.]
That’s all?
Suddenly, Yang Zicang’s scalp tingled as he continued reading…
[August 4, 2036 — I got my first job as a civil engineer.]
–A job? I still have a few months before graduation in this world!-
He flipped through the pages frantically!
[July 2, 2037 — I bought a car.]
–Where did this come from!-
[February 13, 2038 — My first love broke up with me, and I experienced my first heartbreak.]
–Impossible!-
[2040 — I got married for the first time and had my first child, a lovely daughter.]
Yang Zicang opened his eyes wide and covered his head with his left palm. This was something he had never experienced before!
【2048, my father was hospitalized due to illness. I resigned and returned to my hometown, and started my first business, entering the retail industry.】
–How could it be!-
【March 2050, my younger brother died of illness at the age of twenty-six. I was deeply grieved.】
–Ah!-
【June 2050, the store went bankrupt, and my first wife filed for divorce.】
–Ahh!!-
The manual in Yang Zicang’s hand seemed to bite him, making him eager to throw it away.
But the longing for his family and the possible fates of his relatives made him painfully continue to hold onto the book, as information kept imprinting into his mind…
【February 2052, I married for the second time. My wife was a local from the town near the hydropower project, Zhong Qilian.】
【May 2053, I started a small construction company. At the end of the same year, I had my second child, a lively son.】
【July 2054, my long-ill father passed away.】
Yang Zicang felt these pieces of information with a aching heart.
Although they kept pouring in, Yang Zicang forced himself not to extract the information, letting the flow of information sink deep into his memory.
But the major events at key nodes still emerged like explosions.
【2055, my construction company gradually got on track, undertaking multiple local infrastructure projects, and life began to stabilize.】
【2059, I sent my daughter to Haibei University, and she chose the medical major.】
The people behind him looked at Yang Zicang’s state in disbelief.
[In 2073, I retired, handed the company over to my son, and began traveling around the world with my silver-haired wife.]
[On May 8, 2074, I welcomed my first grandchild, and the family grew livelier.]
–I, I…-
[On December 17, 2092, at 13:33, I lay on the bed at home. I had one last minute of life. My past unfolded before me.]
[On December 17, 2092, at 13:34:42, my life ended.]
[Memoirs of an Ordinary Person: Yang Zicang. The End.]
The figure before the broken wall stumbled back a few steps, his footsteps unsteady.
It took a full few minutes before Yang Zicang turned his head to look at the crowd surrounding him with concern.
–Big brother, are you… feeling better?- Liang Xi asked from the crowd.
–I…-
–Old Yang?- The stout figure asked with concern.
–Zicang, brother?- The leather-clad girl carrying a food box looked at him with deep worry.
Yang Zicang looked down at the worn-out booklet in his hands, its pages now completely blank.
–Why does something like this exist?-
All the words had transformed into images in his mind, so detailed that he could even review what he had done every minute and every second.
–Am I alive or dead?-
–What exactly is this place!-
Amid the crowd’s astonishment, a resounding and majestic voice rang out.
{Demon Hero Hall Competition concluded. Victor: former City No. 41.}
{All those who have accumulated over 10,000 additional Chronos will proceed to the –Second Fate Trajectory- upon leaving this hall.}
{Duration of this Demon Hero Level Arena City: one hour and fifty minutes remaining.}
{Rewards are being distributed.}
……
A day later, after Little Diudiu had finished her bubble bath while being scrubbed by Zhou Diao, she put on a cute pair of pajamas from Hub Town and immediately ran to Zhao Yun’s room.
–Big brother.-
The girl, who had already retracted her fangs, stared at Zhao Yun on the wooden bed.
–You…- Zhao Yun, who had just collapsed onto the bed, felt a headache. This little one was just like that train of Matt Chao’s—both were creatures active at night.
Diudiu climbed onto the bed, crossed her arms, and turned her head to look left and right.
–What are you looking for?-
–Nothing much.-
Diudiu sat down a bit bored, leaning against the wall.
–Is Brother Yang Zicang a friend of Brother Morri?-
–Yes.- Zhao Yun, still lying down, placed his head back on the pillow and said with half-closed eyes.
Diudiu curiously stepped her little feet onto the blanket behind him, then sat down again and continued:
–Why does Brother Yang Zicang also ask that Boboli to help take care of girls?-
–…- Zhao Yun thought—everyone was gossiping that Morri had indeed left a message in Hub Town, asking Boboli to help take care of his nine –sisters.-
–Who is Boboli? Is he really good at taking care of girls?-
Zhao Yun turned his head to look at Diudiu’s flickering eyes.
He suddenly felt a bit sorry for that director of the Puming Group, the only one who had never appeared in the Demon Hero Hall.
–Brother Zhao Yun, are you going to sleep now?-
–Yeah.- Zhao Yun closed his eyes.
–Shouldn’t you tell me a story before you sleep?-
–……–
Zhao Yun opened his eyes. What kind of reasoning was this?
Diudiu stared at his profile.
–Is it absolutely necessary to tell a story?-
–My sister always tells me one.-
After scraping together the only one or two little stories he had heard and that were suitable for a child,
–Hmm…-
Zhao Yun hesitated, then whispered, –Once upon a time, there was an old man named Sai Weng…-
Domen Gear’s Teeth — The End.
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