“This page comes from a cleared anomalous illusion in the White Violet Mountains. Mr. Yang. “

Bai Yuxian explained:

“It records the true history of these mountains, from the near coast to the southeastern region of White Violet City. If you can thoroughly modify and paint over the historical synchronization rate, or even completely rewrite it, then you will become a ‘Liao Radiant’. “

Liao Radiant…

Hearing that term again, Yang Zicang thought of Zhao Anlong.

｛My control over the “Page ” reaches 65%.｝

That guy… Only arrived half a year ago and he’s already a Dawning Glow Bearer? No wonder he did something so incredible that others couldn’t achieve.

So… the “book pages” are historical information scattered across the world by the Holy Ring Council.

They’re rewards set aside for those strong enough to claim them.

For them to use as references to change the world’s true face, and rewrite the history of these regions!

｛My control over the “book pages” has reached 75%.｝

This is the cost of exchange they offered… for me, it’s indeed indispensable…

But it’s just the history of the Bai Jin Mountains—what can you even rewrite out here?

……

“I think we need to hurry.” The Crossing Person in the navy outfit suddenly spoke, “That ‘One Who Came From Above’ will appear in two minutes and forty-five seconds.“

｛My control over the “book pages” is now at 80%.｝

Bai Yuxian, with his blocky face, nodded before putting on his black round-brimmed hat.

“Xia Ning, give him the other thing as well.“

The navy man reached into his hip pouch and handed Yang Zicang a prepared piece of paper and a small cloth bundle:

_”For the cipher on it, in any town with a population over five to six thousand, three to five days is enough to contact me through it. Please destroy it after memorizing.

“When you next can enter the ‘Fei Lü’ Inn, please get in touch. Also, there’s a little gift we’ve prepared inside the bundle: a pair of ear guards.“

｛My control over the “book pages” is at 90%.｝

｛My control over the “book pages” is now at 100%.｝

｛I have gained control over a ｛Memoir of Siolnys Minn｝ from the book page.｝

The other party let go.

The moment all the scarlet twisted into words, a stream of information slid from the page into my mind.

【March 26, 428. Due to a sudden cold snap, the Telanaxi Navy stationed in the White Clove Mountains received orders. Lest the laborers, for whom a ransom might yet be secured, freeze to death, they distributed cold-weather supplies to those suffering from the cold and those who were physically weaker. They also took some into the mountains to chop wood to light campfires in the villages.】

“A tip: modifications that go with the tide of fate are a lighter burden. “

He actually just handed the page over to me like that.

“You all… “

“We trust the Pledge of the Fogfolk. “

The Steffen merchant, dressed like a middleman, spoke with a kind tone, looking at the astonished Yang Zicang.

“And I also promise we will not spread the news through this channel that you are mastering a divine artifact, and we will do our best to help you keep it secret. But we may not be able to stop the pursuit from other departments. In any case, I will personally do my utmost to give you whatever necessary assistance I can. “

This wasn’t a matter of trusting his promise at all; it was clearly about trusting his own ability to control the situation.

If he refused, by tomorrow at the latest, the news that “Fogfolk Yang Buchen is mastering a divine artifact ” would be spreading like wildfire across the world.

Ang Xi’anin glanced toward the direction of the small path. Someone was coming.

Bai Yuxian clapped a hat onto his head with one hand.

“Goodbye. May you, amidst all the clamor and strife, always find the right path. “

Their two figures vanished swiftly into the forest in the night.

Yang Zicang glanced toward the old lighthouse, and Anda appeared wagging its tail!

He darted sideways toward the house; seconds later, Kim·Kleist’s head emerged from the edge of the embankment.

Staggering up to the front yard, he sniffed. Suddenly his expression changed drastically, and he shouted while rushing inside.

“God, who burned funerary whalewood as firewood! Ah, our gold! “

……

In the woods under the cloak of night.

Yang Zicang could hardly contain his eagerness to absorb the information carried on this page. Under the moonlight, with just a glance, the content within seemed to slide continuously into his heart, like a memoir belonging to him.

｛March 27, 428─Cold wave persists. Out of fear of mass deaths from freezing, the Telanaxi army also fells timber to set up great bonfire camp-fires for several villages…｝

｛March 27, 428, 00:01─Saban, a refugee hiding by Mudthorn Slope in Baowen Village, froze to death.｝

｛March 27, 428, 00:03─Cableman, a resident of Baoshi Village, was bitten by a crab…｝

｛March 27, 428, 00:12─Faye, a villager of Tiebei Village, was sexually assaulted…｝

｛March 27, 428, 00:13─Amariya, holding her child, quietly made dinner. The aroma drew in refugees Boden, Alhasani, Hoxha…｝

Yang Zicang drew in a sharp, cold breath.

This was the memoir of a saint? This was never just his memoir—this was unmistakably the collective experience of all the people!

He couldn’t help but think of his own memoir.

It was also precisely detailed to the minute and second, but even the entire volume could hardly match the content recorded in just one page of this holy book!

Information rushed in like a tidal wave.

The young man held his head, feeling it begin to ache. “Can’t look too closely, ” he thought, using his experience to resolve to only read the important parts.

The countless details, pouring like a waterfall, began to blur.

【March 28, 428 — Some wooden houses were gradually completed…】

【March 29, 428 — The snow and wind first subsided. People went into the mountains to chop wood, lighting more bonfires and gradually dealing with the frozen corpses…】

【…March 30 — A passing cargo ship was capsized by the ocean current…】

【…March 31… The temperature slowly began to rise… A landslide occurred in Sengou ravine…】

【…April 1… The Telanaxi navy forcibly took some people into the mountains to repair a military base that had collapsed in a landslide…】

This was the function of the “pages “!

Yang Zicang shook his head, simply gazing at the paper.

“No wonder they say that altering all the records would make one become a ‘Far-shining’… “

If one could completely reverse the fates of so many people recorded here, couldn’t it truly birth a “flash of radiance! “

Far-shining, the crowd’s glorifying flash.

He couldn’t change the fates of so many people all at once, but…

Yang Zicang raised his head and looked toward the silent mountains in the darkness.

A possible plan began to take shape in his mind.

……

Gold Crest, who had been feeling terribly upset, cheered up a bit by the evening.

He still didn’t know which fellow had picked up that precious funeral banyan wood, only to burn it into nothing but a stump left in a brazier.

But now, that same Fogfolk woman he’d brought back had enthusiastically led him and Long Huogang to a cliffside rock pit, claiming she wanted to “make up for their losses ” by donating a sum of money to the Green Youth Commune.

……

“What’s this? “

Two men, holding up their torches, stared at the crate in front of them.

It looked just like the crates used for supplies a couple of days before.

“You’re planning to give us a little special treat? “

Long Huogang, wearing his tortoiseshell glasses, stepped forward half-jokingly to feel the crate—its surface was coated in a waterproof oil film.

Yang Zicang said with a smile, “You guessed it. That’s exactly what I was thinking. “

“Are these clothes for the kids? “

“Open it and you’ll see. “

Gold Crest in his red robe sighed in wonder, “No way… things finally going my way for once? “

Creaaak~

When the slightly damp wooden crate swung open, even the two men who thought they were prepared practically jumped back a few steps in shock.

“This… “

Long Huogang had never seen so many valuable things in his life!

……

Inside the crate, golden light shimmered through the haze of flame-light and sea-mist, casting a faint, colorful glow.

Shhhrrrrr—One hand reached in and scooped them up.

Large quantities of silver coins primarily bearing the likeness of Grand Duke Hohn, smaller amounts of various other sizes of silver coins with different portraits, as well as gold bars, gold necklaces, and other gold items…

Jin Klester raised a torch, reached in with his other hand, and touched a brightly colored, softly shaped coral, exclaiming, “This thing is more expensive than all the bones I’ve ever sold! “

He looked at the oilcloth bag on the edge of the wooden crate, which held an oil painting, half-tumbling onto the pile of coins.

A few wristwatches and pocket watches, along with some other trinkets whose value only the rich and nobles would appreciate, were haphazardly piled up inside this crate!

“We’re rich, we’re rich! “

If any commoner came into possession of these, their entire family would have no worries about food and drink for centuries.

“My god, this old guy guarding the storehouse hoarded all this? ” Long Huogang couldn’t help but exclaim.

“Ha, ” Yang Zicang laughed out loud. “So Mr. Huogang has already guessed the origin of these things. “

Huogang, realizing he had misspoken, let out two booming laughs as well.

“Ah, others might not know it, but I’m well aware of their ways. See, the moment you brought back a few waterlogged boxes from the seaside, I knew exactly where this stuff came from, hahaha. “

With a face full of delight, Jin Klester clapped Huogang on the shoulder.

“Old pal, it seems we’ve run into a generous one. Which ones can I take? That watch over there doesn’t look bad. Look there, it turns out to be an Imperial product. “

A wristwatch, its dial gleaming with a sea-blue radiance in the firelight, was picked up; its simplicity carried an air of understated luxury.

“You know, this thing alone could buy a house at least four stories high on the outskirts of White Violet City. “

Jim Klest handled it in his hand for a moment, then placed it back in the box, “Pity its not for me; wear something like this and you are just asking for trouble sooner or later. “

Long Huogang’s emotions were a tangled mess, “I knew disaster relief profiteering paid well, but I never dreamed it paidthiswell. “

“I figure the reason these guys can afford to part with such valuable stuff just for a meal is because they thought of that too, ” the guy in the red robe nodded in agreement.

In the end, he didn’t pick anything, choosing instead to turn and face Yang Zicang, his tone turning serious as he spoke:

“It was the right call not to divvy those out among us. In case of something ofthatnature, the army would be knocking on every door to confiscate the gold and silver tomorrow, no questions asked. “

“Right, which is why I held them back. But dragging them around by myself? Nah, I don’t have the stomach for it. “

“Whoa, I feel like I’ve had your Fork folk’s nature branded into my soul now! ” Jim Klest’s face stretched in an extravagant expression. “Outwardly we all look so alike, but there is a whole damn chasm on the inside! “

Yang Zi-cang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Wasn’t there that chequebook tucked nice and close against his own shirt right now?

He hadn’t exactly said he wasn’t takinganythingfrom here; for one he had already set aside some real pricey and profitable baubles–and yellow gold–for Elisa Qiaoqin!