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The scream was so blood-curdling that it leaked through without needing a Telepathic Link. Yang Zicang shook his head. {Help~ } From under a huge blanket rolled up tight like a mattress, came weak, broken cries for help. Hearing those desperate pleas, Yang Zicang’s teeth ground in frustration. Ahead loomed several large, trembling fragments; such…

Both sides were gnashing their teeth in frustration. They watched as Yang Zicang actually began to go through the motions on the deck, posing and striking. The two parties had no choice but to hurriedly grab pens and paper, busily pretending to take notes for appearances’ sake, while racking their brains for excuses to invite…

Yang Zicang, slightly dazed, touched his head. “Hey, new guy, Great Hero Yang. ” A muscular sailor with a slightly off-kilter build shouted, “Come over here and help scrub the deck. “ After a moment of thought, Yang Zicang, as if driven by an unseen impulse, walked over and took the somewhat rotten, dirty rag,…

Yang Zicang turned his gaze to the fragmented, quaking projections that enveloped his surroundings. Two diligent little bees voraciously tore apart the energies threatening to disturb his will, breaking them into fizzling motes. These smaller fragments entered the miniature hive no larger than a thumb, which was usually strapped to his forearm alongside a cloth…

“What is that thing?“ “Don’t bother your Chairman brother; can’t you see his headache is easing?“ In the unnoticed, dim air, invisible psychic bees busily shuttled between Yang Zicang’s side and Karl’s body. “Is this really a spell?” Kim Tae-cheol found it hard to believe as he looked at his makeshift chairman. “…Willingly, with our…

In the dark, vast moonlight, several people on the deck felt a bone-chilling coldness spreading around. “Are you okay? ” Yang Zicang asked Karl, whose face changed color several times. “I had a rest—much better now. “ After speaking, the Euro-American man bent down to trace the carved letters on the mast’s base. The word…

The severed grappling hooks writhed like dying pythons, dragging those below that had failed to dodge in time, tumbling with the broken metal hooks into the viscous seawater below the high cable, a sea that refused to leave. The ship over there began to slowly turn, altering its course to head rearward. Yang Zicang only…

In the darkness, Yang Zicang’s figure appeared in the small cabin room left behind by Aqiang. He pushed open the sliding door and stepped outside. “Ah, has President Buchen arrived? “ As soon as he neared the hatches, the voices of Kim Taehuel and another guard of the Weiting Travel erchant Guild reached his ears.…

He had to head for the Mist Sea. Because even counting today, there were only four days left. He didn’t know if the boat was still there. If that Korean bastard had sailed it off, getting back into the Mist Sea would be a huge hassle—according to official rules, Crossing People weren’t allowed to just…

“To fix the houses, we’ve got to chop trees. To chop trees, we need knives. “ “Mhm… mhm? Huh? “ Taminqi watched as Yang Zicang organized the knives collected from various places. After packing them up, the young man hoisted the bundle of over twenty long-unused hatchets, machetes, and boning knives over his shoulder and…