These people were obviously a small group that had come up together.

“I’m investing every trace of Sequence! “

The man with the iron-shard-covered skin shouted tensely. This wasn’t the Old Fate Trajectory; here, investing had no drawbacks at all. Everyone could boldly squander their Sequence without reservation!

When faced with something like “Divinity, ” who would just mindlessly give up such an opportunity! This is a chance like a koi leaping through the dragon’s gate—a once-in-a-lifetime, millennium-scarce opening that no one in their right mind would let someone else monopolize. Even the most foolish understand its rarity.

“Everyone, invest in me! Divinity is not for the strong alone to hog! “

“This kid has already burned through a massive amount of Chrono on several people! “

Several voices blurts out rapidly.

Amplified Chrono needs a day or two to recover, and since he comes from the Old Fate Trajectory, even with fortuitous encounters, his obtainment of Void Zero Chrono shouldn’t be outrageously high!

As it turned out, that was exactly the case.

“Don’t be afraid, everyone! We can outlast him! “

“A guy like him, once he gets Divinity, he won’t give a damn about commoners like us! “

What a despicable bunch! A blazing fury of anger surged in Yang Zicang’s heart.

As the man nervously guarding the stairway flickered with an orange void flame, an invisible wave of force suddenly radiated outward from Yang Zicang.

｛Silent Night!｝

Instantly, everyone around felt as if they had been abandoned by the world.

“Spiritual Sorcery! “

“Wake-up Alarm! “

One of the four pulled out a dark red alarm clock with slender, scaly patterns, and—ding-a-ling!

A shrill alarm sound echoed through the stairwell.

The twenty or so people, who had just been gripped by terror, immediately snapped to their senses. Though still uneasy, they now had the ability to hold their ground.

The man blocking the stairway drew his weapon as Yang Zicang’s swift figure closed in before him.

“You’re not getting past this! Hahaha! “

The man at the forefront burst open, sending countless iron filings scattering through the air. They hovered densely around him like a magnetic levitation field, each grain tinged with the golden and crimson phantom flames of chronology.

“Stop right there, Yang Buchen. We’ll let you go, or else I’ll have to ’embrace’ you! “

Suddenly, a softpfftsound rang out.

“Huh? “

The man struggled, looking down at the short arm-blade piercing his throat. It was barely longer than an ordinary dagger, yet it had effortlessly punctured his body fortified with over ninety thousand chronological defenses.

“You… how… is that possible. “

Pfft!

Yang Zicang withdrew his sword coldly, as if it were nothing more than an ordinary gesture.

He had seen this sword kill before, yet he never imagined it could kill this way.

With athud, the man collapsed to the floor, his skin rapidly aging and withering.

“…Is that the boss? ” A voice came from downstairs. “Hurry, we want to rent Room 205, one portion of Radiance, yes. “

“Please pay your journey’s fee. “

｛I waive the 100,000 N bearing right.｝

Fine sand-like Radiance particles drifted down to the floor, pooling together into a small, shimmering ring of light.

Two sharp pistol cracks rang out. Before the three remaining men at the stairway exit could react, the Black Rose’s bullets had already arced toward the ground floor.

｛I counteracted 9780 N.｝

A scream erupted from downstairs.

｛I gained 25 N.｝

These three men recoiled half a step as if they had seen a ghost, their entire bodies shuddering involuntarily.

Before they could react, the young man, as cold and merciless as a demon, had already leaped down the stairs and was striding toward another man who was crouching on the ground, clutching his head and trembling all over.

In front of the hotel counter lay the corpse of a man who had been filling out a check-in request.

Yang Zicang pinched the bullet that had come to rest on the sand-mesh desk lamp shade perched atop a pillar. Since there was no way for him to obtain new bullets, every single one used was one less remaining, and so he could not afford to waste them.

“Please, don’t… don’t kill me. “

Yang Zicang shot a glance at the man crouching on the ground.

That man dared not stay for even a moment. Seeing Yang Buchen cast only a brief look his way, he scrambled to his feet in a panic, pissing and shitting himself, and bolted toward the hotel entrance.

Yang Zicang stepped over the corpse bleeding from the back of its head on the floor and walked toward the counter.

Behind the front counter of the hotel stood a slightly wooden looking figure dressed as a waiter—a white shirt and black vest, a bow tie at the chest. As the tall, lean young man approached, the waiter, with porcelain-white skin, moved his eyes, crafted as if from glass marbles, to follow the advancing Yang Zicang.

“Greetings, traveler. Welcome to the feilü Hotel. “

……

Upstairs, a whirlwind of emotions churned in Xue Qi’s heart. The young man who had fished her from the sea exuded a warm, approachable demeanor, yet when he took action, he was utterly ruthless, like a demon, showing no mercy—as if he had become so desolate that his heart had already died.

“Your friend… ” She looked at the man beside her, who was clad in a white suit.

This man seemed to be a regular at the gym, his body well-built, stretching the fabric of his clothes with style.

“Don’t bother with the ‘your friend, my friend’ talk. The ‘Ring of Sequence’ is about to vanish, so go touch it already. “

Bai Yuan jutted his chin towards the halo at the stairway.

Xue Qi shot him a puzzled glance, then walked over and crouched down, reaching out to touch the object that seemed like it might fade away at any moment.

As for those three, they had already bolted out of the hotel door and fled in the direction of the counter Yang Zicang had approached.

｛I have acquired a fragment of the Ring of Life, 100000N.｝

｛I can contain 90000N of it.｝

“What a shame! Any of you want to take a touch? ” Xue Qi said, looking back at some people observing behind her.

No sooner had the words fallen than the circle—like a balloon pricked—began to rapidly decompose and dissipate from the point where the woman’s hand met it.

A crowd rushed down the stairs, with several figures blended among them, dashing out towards the hotel’s main hall entrance that seemed old-fashioned but not exactly worn.

They could hear a voice coming from behind the counter.

“Hello, I am Muse, the lobby manager of Feilü Hotel. Dear guest who has come from afar, would you like to check in? “

Yang Zicang leaned his elbow on the wooden countertop, the black-shelled gun in his hand tapping lightly against the wood. He looked at the man standing across, a humanoid being crafted as a large clockwork doll.

At the corner of the lobby manager’s lips, a grin formed from fine cracks.

“Check in and receive complimentary desserts!“

“How many empty rooms are on the second floor?“

“The previous guest can no longer return, so all six rooms he leased can now be re-rented.“

Yang Zicang turned his head to look at the few people peeking from the stairwell corner, and as soon as they saw him turn around, they immediately ducked back out of sight.

Did Wapi rent six rooms? Yang Zicang mulled this over, a spark of interest lighting within him.

“Can one person rent all the rooms here, Manager? “

“Of course. As long as you can afford the lodging fees and have the corresponding guests moving in, you can rent every single ordinary room. “

Yang Zicang fixed his gaze on the wind-up machine dressed in attendant attire.

The lobby manager straightened the check-in documents that had been disturbed by the man who had collapsed earlier, and with both hands, slid them back in front of the youth.

Indeed, it was that thing—those straw-yellow papers imprinted with special characters in Wapi’s hand. This clearly hinted at what the room price really was.

“One room, one share of ‘Glory of Brilliance’ to check in. If no one bids on the room after three months, it is yours for the entire year. “

“Bid? ” A sharp glint flickered in Yang Zicang’s eyes. “You mean, no matter who’s already staying in any room here, I can pay to take it over? “

Their entire conversation carried clearly to everyone behind them, and a murmur of hushed whispers broke out.

They keenly sensed that this might very well be information related to divinity!

Those still harboring thoughts of the Divine Spark felt their hearts sink. They had already imagined the potential cost, but the good news was that they still held a slim chance—after all, that detestable fellow up front would never obtain the “Divine Spark ” right away.

These people gathered at the corner of the staircase, while Bai Yuan leaned smilingly against the wooden railing, holding a revolver in his hand.

Xue Qi, meanwhile, held a perfume bottle that looked around with its eyes wide open; on this bottle burned a fierce, orange void-flame.

The newcomers, daring not to make a move, watched with bitterness as “Yang Buchen ” proceeded to inquire with the manager of this mysterious hotel.

The lobby manager, dressed in server attire, took two steps aside and raised a hand to point at the three rows of room tags on the wall. Rooms 202, 203, 205, as well as rooms 208, 209, and 210, hung in gray light, while all the others glowed green.

“You wish to check into Room 205? And where does the guest from Room 205 think? “

Yang Zicang looked upward with a noncommittal expression.

From rows 301 to 310 on the second tier, and 401 to 410 as well—most glowed green, indicating occupancy—but rooms 306 and 407 were glowingly gray-white, available for rent. This meant that Wapi had pierced in his personally rented rooms, on both the third and fourth floors.

“If I rent out all the vacant rooms and then have people move in—who would have control, the lodging rights? “

You’re asking about the rights of a renter, aren’t you? ” replied the manager. “It’s simply those who rent the room.

I see. So this is how the Travelers’ Guild internal maintains its high-ranking authority, which certainly makes things convenient for me.

Yang Zicang looked at his wrist.

I’ve just gained another Glory Radiance, haven’t I? That should make five now.

But with eight rooms available, Glory Radiance is nowhere near enough… And besides, it requires eight people to check in!

“I’d like to rent rooms 205, 306, and 407 first. “

Yang Zicang stated without any hesitation.

“Please fill out this check-in registration form, and write down your travel expenses on this detailed contract. “

The Clockwork Lobby Manager placed a stack of yellow papers beside Yang Zicang’s hand. As Yang Zicang took the pen, he realized that the Weiting Travel Merchant Association was indeed using this method to trick newcomers like him—paying for the room fees here with their barely begun life experiences!

— “｛Shark Fin Ancestral Agate Guard Belt: Distributor February. Di’an anticipates my Radiance to expand, perhaps to ignite the Radiance of others.｝ “

Yang Zicang mostly ignored the deliberate information from the Distributor.

But he soon found out why Di’an was pulling this stunt.

Just as he began writing down his first story on the paper— ” – Radiance: The Passenger Who Slew the Murderer… “

The light for room 306 on the wall suddenly turned green, indicating someone had checked in.