Chapter 93: Patching and Aligning -3

The phantom of the White Shadow Thought-Dragon whistled straight through the explosion’s turmoil, charging at the monster.
{Even if this Ring of Bloodline, once yearned for by countless souls in that old world, was only a temporary phantom!}
The monster pressed its hands together and pulled them forcefully apart.
Between its palms, a dark-golden cross-shaped light flickered! A dreamlike wave field arose!
{Force of Will.}
Bang! The unstoppable White Shadow Thought-Dragon slammed head-on into this field.
Yang Zicang, having already consumed about seven or eight thousand Amplified Chrono procs, couldn’t withstand any further attacks. He had to retreat for now, evading the blast range.
He attempted to inject over a thousand Chrono pulses into the White Shadow Thought-Dragon. The evil nightmare creature, now one with him, instinctively bit down on the darting, dark-golden and bizarre force field!
Bang! The disintegrated field collapsed into a mist of dissipating shockwaves.
But in that brief instant, the monster had already unfolded a second “Will”-centric force field, blocking it off.
“A force field like this exists.”
It was extremely foolish to expend one’s principal to deplete the opponent’s Amplified Chrono. Yang Zicang had no choice but to let Nianlong dissipate and retreat to a farther rear position.
The surrounding small specks of light simultaneously ascended slightly, avoiding the explosion while chattering incessantly.
{A Celebrity, he is one too.}
{A gentle pink Celebrity who cannot reveal their pseudonym~ How adorable, don’t lose heart, keep smiling.}
In Iota Town, just out of bed, Silver Moon brewed a cup of stomach-warming black tea and suddenly heard an urgent report from someone in the City Management Hall.
His body instantly vanished on the spot, reappearing on the stone steps outside the hall.
“What’s going on?”
Silver Moon dashed into the solid wood room filled with vintage screens, where several staff members on duty pointed at the displays.
“Boss, see for yourself.”
Silver Moon looked at the brass typewriter. A sheet of paper extended from it, bearing fine gray-black text.
——【Breaking News】
——A large-scale co-frequency landform has emerged from the Field of Lost Frequency. For the first time in five years, the Moon’s Projection has reappeared within this field.
——During the new Labor Day of Humans, a Celebrity with a notability score exceeding fifty suddenly emerged, and he has yet to join any Construction Import Team.
——Qin Meng brings new vitality to the Field of Lost Frequency.
“Qin Meng?”
This person surely has a place on this week’s chart.
Zhu Yin casually glanced at it a couple of times, then turned his head to look at the screen. Nearly all the footage on it displayed the same location, though the perspectives of the main shots varied slightly, much like different audience viewpoints in the same arena.
The land they revealed was far more vibrant than the perpetual desolation and dimness of the Lost Frequency Lands.
Moreover, they all focused on a shabby camp at the foot of a mountain.
A monster exuding a terrifying aura was engaged in battle with someone. Although its movements were sealed, it forced people outside to flee in panic simply by controlling plants.
“Is that… Yang Zicang?”
Zhu Yin took a closer look at the figure outside the translucent landmass—indeed, it was Yang Zicang!
His face lit up with delight—this kid really hadn’t let him down; being here meant his fame was sure to rise, and it should be solid for this week!
However… he glanced at the typewriter beside him, which lacked Yang Zicang’s name.
A person in the room let out a soft exclamation. Zhu Yin looked over and saw that the monster was punching the barrier at the edge of the landmass, one punch after another, causing the translucent boundary to tremble continuously, with the flickering line on it slowing down more and more.
“Boss, that guy was amazing just now. You didn’t see it—he ambushed that Moon Shadow monster and pierced it straight through from top to bottom with a single gunshot.”
“Pierced through?”
“It originally had only one head with two skulls; those were split apart by that guy.”
Zhu Yin leaned closer to the screen. The monster indeed bore signs of injury, and these two heads had actually grown after being pierced in half by a gun, which made Zhu Yin’s expression grow grave.
“We’ve discovered another new ability of theirs.” Zhu Yin said.
The staff members in the chairs nodded, and one of them said, “The Moon Shadow monster said himself that he had gained a new bloodline.”
Zhu Yin felt a tingling numbness on his scalp.
The model on his chest unfolded, projecting toward the void.
……
On the other side, Yang Zicang kept trying to contact Moli and Boppoli, but neither of them responded.
Gritting his teeth and cursing those two blockheads in his mind, seeing that the area was about to break free from suppression and manifest in this world for real, Yang Zicang decided to deploy the investment model.
He hoped that in this godforsaken place, he could muster enough time sequence to fight back.
But just then, Zhu Yin’s Mental Link arrived.
“Perfect timing, Deputy Town Chief.” Yang Zicang’s spirits lifted.
{Don’t try to fish for info, Zicang; the one on the other side should be a 【Proofreader】.}
“Proofreader? What’s that? Never mind that for now, just invest in me. No, don’t invest—go wake up Moli instead.”
He was a bit uneasy about Zhu Yin’s operations.
Zhu Yin, on his side, sent someone to knock on Moli’s door.
{Proofreaders are new identities born from the moon projections when they encounter the most outstanding candidates for selection. They awaken many memories or knowledge of their world and become nearly real beings here.}
“So what?”
{We can’t let them bring past information in here.}
……
Qin Meng painfully clutched his head, his body having aged considerably. He was striving to suppress that plot of land through a model that had dimmed significantly, yet no matter what he did, he could not stop its gradually sharpening topography.
Bang! Bang!
With a single punch, the monster shattered the jagged lines darting on the plot’s membrane. The suppression on the plot finally vanished, and the Correction Officer stepped out of it in one stride, a circular halo flickering beside his pupils.
Yang Zicang felt as if the scene, still far away in his perception, suddenly appeared right before him.
The steel claw gleamed coldly, swooping straight for his head with a whoosh.
[Deploy!]
The ability acted upon the opponent, yet the arm merely swayed weakly, barely altering its trajectory. In the nick of time, Yang Zicang relied on the instinct honed through his martial arts training to twist his body and dodge.
Zhu Yin’s voice echoed in his mind.
{The information you exchanged with it concerns the underlying truths of the world. Your words will greatly influence the course of the world.}
Yang Zicang’s eyes snapped wide open.
The scenes from his earlier dream inevitably surfaced.
—Do not become the master of this place.
—They are watching.
Boom!
Yang Zicang rolled backward, leaping away. The spot where he had stood was already engulfed in a massive explosion. The Correction Officer’s figure emerged from the smoke, both of his heads fixed on Yang Zicang.
“Your mind lacks focus. With such an attitude in battle, how can you advance through time?”
He had actually produced real, audible sounds, and the language had even become Chinese. Had he learned his language?
The figures in the distance watched as this almost teleporting entity appeared, all of them struck with horror—what would they do if he suddenly appeared before them?
“The world has actually been turned into this by them.” The monstrous being’s aura of abhorrent pressure diminished somewhat, replaced by a trace of human emotion.
“What exactly are you…” Yang Zicang suppressed the urge to ask, the suffocating frustration making him immensely uncomfortable.
“Want to know? I’ll tell you.”
{Don’t ask! If the present is destined to become the past, what benefit does any of this bring?}
Yang Zicang suddenly looked up.
The mouths on both heads of the Correction Officer stretched into indescribable smiles, carrying both disdain for the young man before him and a faint, hard-to-conceal wistfulness.
“You don’t need to say it!” Yang Zicang shouted.
The White Shadow Thought-Dragon charged forward accompanied by majestic golden radiance. The Correction Officer’s figure pulled into afterimages rapidly, dodging its attack while simultaneously clapping his hands together again, conjuring a dark-gold cross starlight that manifested a ripple force field.
[I have learned of three force fields corresponding to different defensive capabilities.]
[My understanding of the world has deepened.]
Yang Zicang gritted his teeth fiercely. He pushed off the ground with force, his body ascending into the air in a leaping posture, shooting toward his rear.
Bang!
[I have neutralized 1000N.]
Seizing the interval of the enemy’s dodge, Yang Zicang landed and sprinted over ten meters, continuously widening the distance between them.
He turned his head to look behind him, where a grin spread across the face of the monster several dozen meters away.
“You see, I come.”
The monster said calmly. Then Yang Zicang realized that the monster had once again appeared naturally within his line of sight, as if at a distance where an ordinary person could see clearly—this was the ability that allowed it to appear before him in an instant!
“This Bloodline Secret Energy has a special alias—it is called ‘He who sees through the abyss meets ill fate’.”
It swung its claw with golden radiance, instantly conjuring countless claw shadows before his eyes.
[Silent Night!]
Yang Zicang shut his eyes and leaned back, dodging the flurry of claws.
“Why do you keep talking? Didn’t I tell you I don’t want to hear it!”
Whir~ Suddenly, a spear emerged from behind the monster, striking it with the element of surprise—but having already been burned by such a trick, how could it fall for the same ambush twice?
The monster spun swiftly, sidestepping the attack.
The spear lost momentum and gradually descended, plunging into the ground.
“Not bad—psychic attacks, nimble combat skills. You’ve already mastered two of the new three foundations. No wonder you’ve driven me to acquire a new bloodline to correct your future.”