Chapter 76: The Lost Frequency Zone

This person was an administrator. As for city rankings, according to information revealed by Mori, there were said to be fifty-five cities like the one he came from, though some claimed it was forty-five.
Yang Zicang couldn’t help but sigh for his hometown—so many people had come.
Mu Xiaoyu looked up at the boy’s gaunt face:
“It would be great if we didn’t have to leave. Except for how it feels like two or three centuries ago here, everything else is pretty much like Earth.”
She finished speaking with anticipation, then looked at Mori, as if wanting to know if he was a long-term resident here.
Yang Zicang patted her shoulder, soothing the young girl.
Zhu Yin nodded:
“Exactly. There are shops here, a market street, hotels, and a living entertainment area. Becoming a town resident means you can spend the long days ahead in peace.
“But precisely because of that, the qualifications to enter here are exceptionally high. Miss, you’re lucky to even know of this place without even having a model—at least you have a goal now, don’t you?”
“Ah, not… not bad.” Mu Xiaoyu felt a bit embarrassed.
Zhu Yin’s eyes burned as he looked at Yang Zicang. “No wonder. Those skill books that suddenly appeared… you had a hand in that too, didn’t you?”
As the manager of the town, he could see clearly what happened right under his nose. Mori had never planned to hide it from him.
“That’s right. My friend here played a major role in creating the skill books. Deputy Mayor, is there something on your mind?”
“I need you to do something—or rather, to do something for this town.”
Yang Zicang raised an eyebrow. “So we don’t have to be kicked out?”
At Yang Zicang’s question, Mu Xiaoyu nervously grabbed hold of his arm.
Could they actually settle down here? She still remembered the terrifying sight of the city overrun with monsters.
She felt a glimmer of hope, yet feared there would only be one spot and she would be left alone, driven away.
“NO, you still have to leave. That’s the rule of this town. But you can come inside once a day, a maximum of three hours—this is the convenience I’m granting you.”
Mu Xiaoyu’s eyelids dropped.
Zhu Yin glanced at Mori, who showed no sign of leaving.
“Originally, I only set my sights on your train’s capability. The previous owner of that subway didn’t belong to our side, and now that its owner is you, I came in person. But I never expected—truly, wasn’t it—that you actually managed to subdue a telepathic evil nightmare and break it thoroughly to your will.”
The deputy mayor praised him admiringly. This man before him was even more outstanding than he had imagined—possessing telekinetic attacks after all—no wonder he could send Ma Chao flying.
“Only three minutes left,” Yang Zicang reminded him.
“Heh, I’ll cut straight to the point then.”
Zhuyin stepped forward, pulling a booklet from his chest.
“This booklet contains intel on the matter. If you’re willing, how about we make a ‘life investment’ with each other?”
Yang Zicang proactively summoned the model. After they mutually invested and returned, they were considered acquainted for real in the timeline.
[Zhuyin invested 0.01R of full-authority timeline in me for one month. I guess he can’t enter the place where I’m about to be expelled to.]
The model accurately read his own inner thoughts.
Yang Zicang looked at the booklet.
“This thing is town’s procurement order. It can unseal the communication barrier in a Split-Frequency Area, allowing your model to connect with the outside world. The info’s inside.”
[I’ve obtained the ordering form from Silver Beam Hub Town.]
At the instant he took it, the book emitted several black, lightning-like whirls of smoke spreading out.
The entire world seemed to crumble from that point as a foundation; Mu Xiaoyu nervously leaned close to him, watching the surrounding space crack like shattered glass expanding outward.
[With the ordering form, I can become a supplier for Hub Town.]
[The Hub Town cargo reserve has the authority to pinpoint my location and delivery info.]
Mu Xiaoyu felt the town repelling her.
Yang Zicang looked up.
Mori, Zhuyin, and all the surrounding rock buildings and pedestrians, even the blue azure sky and the sun, were instantly swept away by a gray, turbid gust, vanishing into nothing.
The entire town seemed to come alive.
An indifferent, almost inhuman voice echoed in her mind, swiftly fading away.
{You have been banished.}
Mu Xiaoyu restrained the urge to scream.
As if the space was instantly stretched far, the town’s silhouette appeared faintly on the horizon.
……
The world was gray and barren; bare, tenacious trees grew out of the dark, deep, and somber earth.
Between the desiccated, cracked patches of earth, black streams flowed; scenes reflected like mirages on their surfaces, shifting with each flicker.
“Strange water? So terrifying.”
Mu Xiaoyu seemed on the verge of tears, clutching the only person she could rely on before her.
Yang Zicang looked around—desolate, gray, and chillingly cold.
Beneath a tree lay half a black skeleton; based on the ragged state of its clothes, it had been dead for at least decades.
As Yang Zicang, still a bit bewildered, glanced at the surroundings, the book in his hands began to corrode with energy, like spontaneous combustion.
“Hey, I haven’t read it yet!”
He wiped the book on his clothes and tossed it to the ground, stomping on it fiercely, but it showed no signs of stopping its disappearance. The book transformed into a puff of floating energy, and a White Shadow Thought-Dragon suddenly emerged behind him, tasting the scent like delicacy, stretching out its big head and swallowing the mist.
A tiny plastic-like ticket appeared on the ground.
Mu Xiaoyu stared blankly at the monster that abruptly appeared behind Yang Zicang.
“Ahh—”
She pinched her ears, closed her eyes, and screamed, crouching on the ground with her back to the young man, not daring to move.
[We ate the book.]
Countless pieces of information rapidly appeared in YangZicang’s mind, as if someone had written several pages of content and crammed it all into his memory in a single second.
[It specifies that this ability originates from… the mixed mutation of Erosion Mind, Mechanical Stele, and Dim Bloodline.]
Bloodline!
From the information contained in the book, YangZicang recognized these two words. He could feel that the writer of the book intended this to be a gift for him.
Did the book’s ability come from a bloodline?
He felt as if he had grasped something, yet he remained somewhat confused.
He knew too little at the moment, but regarding the matter entrusted by Deputy Mayor Zhuyin, he had now fully understood it.
Looking around again, he now comprehended many things. For instance, the stream floating countless phantasmal images was called—the River of Forgetfulness.
This form of communication was more efficient than a Mental Link, but he felt that his mental energy had been significantly drained, as if he had been reading intently for dozens of minutes and was slightly tired.
YangZicang picked up the small, semi-transparent ticket from the ground.
[Order Letter of Silver Pivot Hub Town: I am qualified to supply the commodity: Engine of Amnesia.]
This was the real order letter.
He pondered the information that came back to him upon reflection. If the core information were leaked, the consequence would be—it would turn him into an enemy of some fearsome force.
YangZicang understood that this was a necessary communication measure Deputy Mayor Zhuyin had to adopt to avoid the possibility of it being judged as a leak.
“Still sleepy?”
“Mm-hmm.” The girl, recovering from her fright, nodded.
She indeed hadn’t had enough rest, but after the scare, she already felt much better.
“You—the thing inside you.”
“Scared? Can’t help it, it’s the reason I can grow stronger. Without it, I’m nothing.”
“I—I’m not scared.”
Yang Zicang looked at her and smiled.
He understood that even the train had chosen to submit to him out of fear of psychokinetic attacks.
Finding a relatively thick, bare black tree, Yang Zicang laid half of the blanket on the ground, let Mu Xiaoyu lie down on it, then covered her with the other half.
“Will it be dangerous?” Mu Xiaoyu gripped the edge of the blanket with both hands, looking at him timidly.
“No, I’m here.”
Feeling the information newly added to his mind—fame… the Forgetting Engine…
Yang Zicang let out a long, inward sigh. That person had just arranged such a task for him.
“Mm.”
Mu Xiaoyu seemed lost in thought and asked:
“What is this place? I’m really scared.”
“This is, the Land of Undulation Loss.”
He looked at the girl; by the time he finished the sentence, she had already fallen asleep, exhausted.
……
Yang Zicang got up and walked towards the tree with dead bones about twenty meters away.
Using a small rock, he sifted through the soil beside the skeleton and discovered a rough, gray-black little crystal. It looked like a piece of glass that had melted and then crystallized again.
He held it up against the sky and looked inside; within the blurred stone, two fractured lines were faintly visible.
[I’ve discovered the “Lost Thought Model” that the deputy mayor mentioned.]
[According to the guidance I received, to create a Lost Thought Engine that satisfies the deputy mayor, I need at least a quadrilateral Lost Thought Model as the core.]
Holding the Lost Thought Model with two lines, Yang Zicang searched his mind for the engine it corresponded to.
[As far as I know, a broken-line Lost Thought Engine can produce ordinary earth engines, low-strength firebrick engines, clay tile engines, ordinary wood engines, straw paper engines…]
This broken line can’t even make a metal ax.
As the model cooperated, Yang Zicang clearly and methodically recalled the corresponding Lost Thought Engines recorded in the book, though the book naturally couldn’t list all everyday items—it only covered the most common types.
After all, that wasn’t its ultimate purpose.