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 bring anyone in.

But there were always some wild Crossing People who would break that warning. As for what punishment awaited them, Yang Zicang didn’t know.

“Hey, are you renting or not? “

“What’s the rush? It’s not like I’d miss a single copper. “

On the stone-paved road of Old Tent Street, built along the city wall, under the cold wind scratching and biting at the faces and edges of the sheet slum—earlier packed and slow murmurs—such was this place tonight again as fast as morning had been breathed in. In the midst.

The old farmer that followed, to be exact this would become some tall and sluggish both wrong turning traveler behind this young renting one working passed numbers maybe guessed from tumbling near a space as it left cracks even scraping aside unhinged slight weight way up worn aside between a kid tumbling and slapped knocked twice wide older and even saved that spook-caused-to-flash-in-time two several times separate other distinct little accident twitches following up wholly possible causing hurt that before came. In their mix he also had time some before almost unlucky poor mule had trap-turtle done tent-can steal plus maybe move something that clearly back-mule stumble extra as even time to come might or again start up moments around share-told escape won’t his eye also calm stay after noise them did two it altogether them! So thus inside they wholly beat tiredly that why he heart-mixer a scare all hours waiting hanging over onto thumping pulse true to his cost does!

He was already panicking inside!

Suddenly, Yang Zicang stopped, glanced at the alley on the right, and said, “We’re going over there. “

The old farmer, having already taken a few steps leading the way, stopped dead in his tracks and turned around, “Not again? What is it this time? “

Was this Fogfolk bastard some kind of demon who attracted trouble wherever he went? The old farmer was starting to think that.

Seeing the Fogfolk man already entering the alley, the old farmer gritted his teeth—if he didn’t follow, he’d have wasted an entire morning for nothing. He quickened his pace and hurried after him.

Moving swiftly, Yang Zicang touched the Book Page.

【Syncing Rate: 72.3%】

“Do you have any toilet paper? ” Yang Zicang turned his head and asked.

“Huh? “

“I just need to go take a crap. “

“Oh~ ” the old farmer breathed a sigh of relief, so that was it. Baring his teeth in a grin, he said, “We all use tree leaves around here. Wait for me, I’ll go borrow some for you. I know everyone nearby. ” He turned and stepped into a street-front shop, shouting, “Old thing, give me two pieces of paper, ” then emerged with the writing paper crumpled and wrinkled.

Yang Zicang had already reached the large wooden shed latrine at the outermost edge of the lane, beside the vegetable patch. Since it was near the street, it was built rather large and quite sturdy.

The old farmer arrived. Yang Zicang took the nearly crumbling paper he was handed, said, “Wait for me on the street for a moment, ” and stepped into the latrine enclosed by wooden planks.

He walked straight to a pit, opened the door, and went in. Then he took out a pen, wrote a few characters on the paper, and drew the intelligence code the Steffen man had given him—a wavy line with two dots in the upper right.

“Brother, got any paper? ” Yang Zicang knocked on the wooden partition.

“Not enough to spare, ” said the man on the other side.

“We’re all brothers of Herzen. Can’t you even share half a sheet? “

Faced with a strange voice that carried not a trace of a Herzen accent, the man next door fell silent.

After a moment, the other said, “My hometown is Holciberg. Our tradition is: you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours, stranger brother. “

“Fine, I’ll give you one sheet first, then. “

Yang Zicang pushed the crumpled paper through the gap at the bottom.

The other party quickly received it, and after a few seconds, handed over a stack of toilet paper. Yang Zicang, who hadn’t even loosened his belt, stood up, opened the door, and left. He slipped his hand into his pocket, touching the “pages. “

｛March 28,428th Year, 10:07, inside the large public restroom on the southeast outskirts of White Violet City, Éden was carrying out his daily intelligence-gathering mission.｝

｛March 28,428th Year, 10:15, inside the large public restroom on the southeast outskirts of White Violet City, with no gains today, Éden began heading back to his small oil noodle stall.｝

“No wonder it’s a ‘page’ that had been in the hands of an intelligence master. ” If he had simply acquired and controlled them himself, their secret identities would surely be hard to directly manifest. It’s just like how the information flow lacks the hidden data of personnel from other factions.

Right after, this piece of information underwent a slight distortion.

｛March 28,428th Year, 10:15, inside the large public restroom on the southeast outskirts of White Violet City, having received a new contact, Éden heads to the fields.｝

Then, this newly appeared information flow reverted to the previous phrase, “began heading back to his small oil noodle stall. “

A fate that has been altered won’t be recorded on this sheet of paper.

But…

｛Sync Rate: 72.1%｝

Yang Zicang’s steps faltered slightly.

He had intentionally changed several events that were supposed to happen throughout the morning. Yet the Sync Rate of theSage’s Memoir never dropped significantly because of it. But just a moment ago, merely by putting forward some of his own demands, the rate had decreased by a full 0.2 percentage points… of course, it could also be 0.11. Perhaps the hidden number after 72.1 is a “9 “; who can say for sure.

“Let’s go. To the next place. ” Yang Zicang stepped outside.

“Ah. You’re fast. “

The young man’s expression stiffened. “Er, I have good digestion. Let’s go. ” An unexpected lapse—how could he have missed a detail like that?

Next time, he’d have to be more careful.

……

For the entire morning, Yang Zicang had mainly been searching the southeastern outskirts of the city for rental houses, because this small area was the only place where the “book pages ” still contained historical records of future events.

Whether retelling the fate of the people and things here or anticipating potential threats in advance, it was necessary to live in this spot.

In the end, for the price of one silver coin, he rented a standalone unit at the far end of the street—no roommates, no competition.

The landlord was already over the moon.

“Thank you kindly, Mr. Wumin. Thank you much. “

Yang Zicang shook his head. He didn’t even need to ask—the old man had already volunteered the information gladly.

Because the dwelling was near Bai Jin Mountain, whenever a wave of refugees arrived, an even greater tide fled. It was precisely for this reason that this old residential house with a courtyard sat vacant. Just a couple of days ago, when dwellers from the City Land Licencing Office came to inspect the place, the old landlord there quickly signed this low-priced lease with Yang Zicang.

After toiling all morning, content with his profit of two thick copper coins, the old farmer departed. The only money left in Yang Zicang’s hands were seven silver coins.

“Sigh. After so long struggling, I’ve finally got my own little home. “

The young man lay back on the large, soft bed, then abruptly sat up, silently staring at the mold spots on the walls and the lopsided table in the corner with a book jammed under one leg to steady it.

“And it is the first time I’m renting alone. Hmm… “

Yang Zicang silently experienced the tranquility of the room.

｛Ordinary Person’s Memoir, Yang Zicang.｝

【2014—2092。】

Information surged forth like a waterfall from the depths of memory.

｛June 30, 2036, I graduated from the Department of Civil Engineering at West Sky University.｝

｛July 1, 2036, 8:23. After celebrating all night, I returned to the dormitory of my internship company to pack my luggage.｝

｛July 1, 2036, 17:00… Went to watch a movie with my younger brother…｝

【……】

｛July 10… 18… 26… 2036…｝

｛August 1… August 4, 2036, I got my first job…｝

｛August 5, 2036, 13:56, a girl named Xu Min from another school accompanied me to see a rental apartment…｝

Yang Zicang turned his head back. After waiting silently for a few seconds, he shook his head with a sigh.

……

The Steffen people were very efficient.

In the evening, the fifty or sixty-year-old Yang Zicang ate a bowl of noodles at an oil-selling shop’s street stall, then conveniently obtained the items he needed.

Back in the courtyard, his appearance rapidly became young again.

He had already given that previous “outer ear ” piece to Yao Xiaoqin. Inside the bag, besides the two sets of “outer ears ” he needed for himself, the other party had also given him a complete set of makeup tools:

Fake eyebrows, skin-tone foundation, two bottles of specially-made perfume with different scents, several small moles of various sizes, a set of false teeth, a thumb-sized telescope with a small button on the side that could launch a steel needle, effective at a distance of only about a dozen steps. Four types of mustaches and beards in different shapes and colors, and a map of White Violet City tucked at the very bottom.

Wrapped inside the map was a thin, flimsy piece of facial skin. Yang Zicang furrowed his brow as he felt its texture.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside.

“Thief! Catch the thief! “

“Robbery! Everyone be careful! “

Hearing the shouts, Yang Zicang smiled faintly and shook his head. He had already known about this; soon enough, those two thieves would be caught by the 47th Division army nearby on patrol.

As for rewriting fate to help such people escape punishment, Yang Zicang didn’t even entertain half a thought of it.

After tidying up his belongings, Yang Zicang took out the key to the Fei Lu Inn, which he carried with him.

｛I tip the COSTELLA HOTEL unlocker 10N.｝

A powerful sensation of being pulled surged from all directions; energy enveloped Yang Zicang. For two or three seconds, the room shimmered with overlapping illusions, and then he returned to Room 407.

Turning his head, he saw several balls of yarn mice leaning against the sofa, clutching brooms, waking up from their sleep. They glanced around in a daze, bewildered.

Spotting the tenant here returning at just that moment, they immediately let out a squeak, jumped up in a flurry, and scurried out the door in a panic.

Yang Zicang glanced at the cleaning log on the small table. Every week had a small red checkmark, and this week’s mark happened to be for today.

“Heh, routine cleaning? As expected—this room is always acting out a scene, isn’t it? “

……

The young man’s expression stiffened slightly as he picked up the key.

No lingering memories emerged to disrupt his thoughts, allowing a moment of relief to wash over Yang Zicang.

That mysterious disappearance was too horrifying—silently and forever vanishing from the world, even from the memories of others. The very connection to all things was altered, every trace completely erased, as if they had never existed.

If it weren’t for this place imbued with divinity (Deity), I am afraid I would never have been able to perceive it myself.

Truly, who could have done such a thing?

“I need to quickly grasp the divine spark (Deity) as a safety measure. “

Upon thinking this, Yang Zicang had no desire to linger. He went to check the sleep coffins in room “205“；Mori and Liya were still sleeping peacefully. Only then did Yang Zicang go to the front desk manager; after some explanations through Mus’s lecturing tidbits, he managed to reissue the Clover Seal.

“Got to carry these things around with me from now on… What a hassle. “

Yang Zicang muttered, and a voice came from behind him&mdash；Mus.

“If you find it troublesome, guest, once you check into the Presidential Suite, you can absorb the complete seal into your ‘model (Internal Domain).’ “

Yang Zicang, who was about to go upstairs, almost stumbled.

“Thank you. Now that’s really good news. “