Chapter 33 Successfully Robbed – Part 4

The twilight was dusky, and the long street lay in ruins.
Yang Qian, leading the group back with Wang Yu’an, focused on the newly appeared perception, his expression brightening:
“This seems like a good investment opportunity now. Should I give Yang Zicang some time sequence?”
The crowd behind Yang Qian was noisy; many, upon seeing Yang Zicang robbed, immediately cursed, “Serves him right.”
“Instant karma.”
“Want us to invest our lifespan? Screw that; I hope this kid’s war artifact gets snatched!”
Yang Qian quickly shut his mouth and glanced back, relieved his voice hadn’t carried far.
Wang Yu’an frowned: “How did we run into something like this? Forget it; with that drunkard around, it should be fine.”
“Really not investing? Weren’t you counting on him to earn you time sequence? Isn’t he perfect for it, with a masked opponent? If he dies, no one can blame us for taking their extra lives.”
“Even if it’s really robbed, it’ll be easier to retrieve from someone in that triangle model. Hmm… let’s watch for now.”
Many others had the same idea, and they could also see how much time sequence Yang Zicang, the newcomer, really had left.
……
[An anonymous user invested 10N for me.]
After waiting for over ten seconds, Yang Zicang looked up at the sky, pondered for a moment…
“That’s it?”
Such is the coldness of the world. Yang Zicang deliberately put on an urgent expression: “A robbery here! Can’t anyone else invest for me? Doesn’t the Monster Hunter camp want another expert?”
Across from him, Tong Wenqi scrutinized Yang Zicang closely.
From his stance and movements, the young man showed no signs of any combat training whatsoever.
The six figures beside him had golden, ethereal flames erupting from their weapons.
Nearby, the Scene-Interlacing began to shift, and a creature with tough, wiry hide, resembling a hippopotamus, appeared in the new tableau.
The man nearest the “hippo” swung his weapon in a casual arc—pop—and sliced the massive beast clean in two.
“Ha! Financing? Show me who’s willing to. You think we don’t know exactly what trash these people are around here?”
“Ten more seconds to reconsider. Otherwise, don’t blame us for being rude.”
Clatter. The silver long spear dropped at the men’s feet.
“Ten… uh?”
The masked men exchanged glances.
Tong Wenqi, arms crossed, was momentarily stunned.
The moment the spear landed at their feet—in a financing model where no one had invested but everyone hooted and cursed—there was a sudden hush, then an outburst from the audience.
{Ahhh—}
{Have you lost your mind?}
Instantly, the investment crowd erupted into madness.
{Crazy or what?}
……
The whole masked unit turned their gaze to that high place across from them, where the young man rested both hands on the railing, looking down from above.
Yang Zicang offered considerately, “Take it and go. Before someone corners you.”
All attention had fallen on him. Everyone was dumbstruck.
{That’s a Century Weapon—are you a complete fool?}
{Just handed it over like this?}
{If you were willing to give it so easily, why the hell did you beat the shit out of us earlier?}
Luo Bin, likewise on the stairway, finally came to his senses. He turned, eyes wide as plates, overflowing with disbelief and shock.
“You, are you crazy?!”
Yang Zicang nonchalantly folded his arms.
“Just a Century Weapon. I could get one by tomorrow anyway, and I saw several Chrono Weapons over at Chu Qiang’s. Probably easy to get replacements later.”
Luo Bin nearly spit blood.
“Do you think those are lying around on the street?”
Yang Zicang ignored him. He stepped back and swept a steady gaze over the people cloaked tightly from head to toe. “Didn’t I hand over the gun? Why are you all frozen in place? Hurry up, folks! Once this is done, we can each go back to our own business. I still need to keep earning Chrono points.”
Across from him, the group found something off. Cao Maodian looked suspicious and said, “Yu… cough, captain, is this thing coming too easily?”
Such a precious weapon had fallen into their hands after just a few words of dialogue! The whole thing felt far too smooth.
“Don’t get careless. See if that kid is planning something.”
None of them were fools. They all sensed something was off. Yang Zicang’s behavior was completely different from his fight with the earlier crowd.
“This gun didn’t get a ‘Chrono Weapon’ model feedback. What if it’s fake?”
{Right, what if it’s a fake?}
Voices stirred up a commotion in the financing channel.
{Trying to swap the real deal for something fake, huh?}
Yu Chen stared at the black-striped silver spear lying before him. Doubt lingered in his heart, but even stronger was his craving for this mysterious weapon.
When someone beside him reached out to touch the spear, Yu Chen almost instinctively slammed his foot down, pinning it firmly in place.
He swiftly bent down and picked up the gun with both hands.
“I’ll give it a try.”
Yu Chen glanced at a nearby overlapping scene, which featured a two-meter-long creature resembling a black mountain boar. He took a deep breath, gripped the gun tightly, and stepped into the scene with determination.
[I sense the emotional resonance of over a hundred candidates’ shared desires.]
[Please confirm whether this gun is a true centennial Chrono Weapon.]
Hearing the model’s feedback, Yu Chen was taken aback—he had never known this before.
So, under the strong emotional resonance of over a hundred people with the same goal, such a phenomenon could actually occur.
The boar-like creature charged at him. Yu Chen swung the gun, and with a dull thud, the seemingly indestructible black mountain boar’s spine was easily pierced by his precise strike.
Its massive body crashed to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
“It’s real!”
There was no phantom at all on the gun’s body—meaning no Chrono power had been infused into it!
With just one strike, he had shattered the creature’s spine. Yu Chen exclaimed in awe, “So powerful! I didn’t use any Chrono power at all. This is truly a Century Weapon!”
As he shouted, the model transmitted a new mental voice.
[I have fulfilled the urgent wishes of a hundred people.]
[I have received a “talisman” condensed from the power of the people’s shared desires.]
Yu Chen’s face was filled with ecstasy.
[Wish Talisman, of the hundred-rank. In the Bloodline Resonance Statue’s presence, certain wishes can be made.]
He felt the new light point that had appeared within the ring on his chest. Although he didn’t yet know its function, it must be something extremely precious.
{YangZicang, you damn coward.}
A voice rang out within the minds of everyone connected through the mental link.
“Coward? Then at least give me some investment.” YangZicang yelled loudly.
Pfft, both inside and outside, everyone nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
YangZicang said impatiently to those not present: “It’s really annoying. Because of that weapon, I get targeted no matter where I go. If you want it so badly, go snatch it yourselves.”
…..
The group guarding the entrance of the rat lair couldn’t help but recall the fat pigeon they sent out not long ago. So we actually forced him to do that? If so, this was truly a counterproductive move.
If the gun was gone for good, this would be a disaster!
“Let’s go, all of you. I need to clear out this chaotic space here.”
……
Those outside the situation are insane by now.
This was easier than I thought. Some people were even thinking, if I’d known YangZicang was such a coward, I should have come myself.
Where are you?
Several voices resonated at the same time, indicating they wanted to intercept these people’s way back.
{YangZicang, go bring the gun back and sell it to me. I’ll give you time seconds.}
“Shit are you serious? How much are you offering?” YangZicang deliberately enquired.
[I received a 100N investment from Zhang Shan.]
[I received a 200N investment from Liisi.]
I bid 3,780 years.
Even decimal points were cropping up, Yang Zicang remained silent, putting on an unmoved air.
“Yang Zicang, you…” Luo Bin stamped his foot in frustration.
The young man stepped back, using his peripheral vision to observe Luo Bin’s most genuine reaction at that moment.
“You really don’t want it anymore?” Luo Bin said, his eyes turning red.
“Let them take it. Anyway, I’ve already used the full thousand years of temporal authority you gave me to control this weapon. At most, they can only unleash a hundred years of chronology with it. That’s what I call mutually assured damage.”
Yang Zicang said it with utter justification.
“You call that mutually assured damage?”
“Anyway, it’s the same whether I give it to HQ or to them.”
Hearing the young man’s words, many people were convinced that this kid truly had no intention of keeping the Chrono Weapon. Quite a few thought, Well, well, controlling this Chrono Weapon actually requires a thousand years of chronology—damn, that’s really something.
Yet some felt puzzled upon hearing this, such as Yan Yi, as well as the few factions monitoring this scene, familiar with Century Weapons. In their memory, controlling such a Chrono Weapon should not require a millennium of chronology at all.
Spreading smoke?
But he really did give the weapon away—what was he playing at? Hinting that he didn’t have much chronology left?
“You!”
Luo Bin raised a trembling finger before his quivering lips:
“Oh, my little ancestor, if I’d known you were like this, it’d have been better just to give it to me!”
Yang Zicang looked as if he had just been relieved of a burden.
“Don’t you go for it either—your life is more important.”
“More important my ass.”
The others across from them were already preparing to withdraw.
Liang Xi gazed at his big brother with a conflicted heart. In his mind, Yang Zicang should not have been someone who would compromise so easily. Yet, the boy also realized that this man was truly decisive. In some respects, this, too, was a kind of boldness.
The boldness to know when to let go.
Liang Xi nodded to himself, thinking that he too should be as decisive.
“Stop right there, you bastard!” The drunkard spread a force field before him. A thick, phantom shadow erupted from the weapon in his hand, carrying a strange, faint reddish hue.
This…
Yang Zicang stared over with a somber look.
It wasn’t gold.
Yang Zicang instantly thought—could it be that this seemingly crude handmade steel sword contained over four digits of temporal sequence?