The ripple radiated a faint, luster light; surrounding ripples seemed to cluster around it like stars bowing to the moon. Subtle, ethereal energies converged toward it like mountain streams, emanating outward in ripples from it as the source.

“So this is the Radiance? “

——— “A trait… is the label through which the universe knows us. ” The words of Yu Qingqu echoed in Yang Zicang’s heart resonantly before he pondered— At this moment, his whole being buckled into the meaning she relayed; Every scarred trace was him being cut neat concrete in memory- carved in long-dismiss terms like roughhewn things transformed raw traits into words trying making proper names away of raw bone truth. And here, bare and unhearing before his touch— meaning finally called.

The mutated, intertwined ripples grew denser yet more slender. The second layer gradually unveiled more intertwined ties; upon it, a myriad of traits— pertaining to a life he had never lived ahead in time glirmed for him to think hands about / discover.

“Shopkeeper… ” “Employee… “

“Wow— this Mysterious Chairman truly is profound; that surely we underestimated you bro —Look at the enormity: that many traits. ” – With deeper respect anew, besides wonderment— with everyone watching the glowerings globe forming out all matter richly treasured ties from across whole small room. What seemed: they sized the bind caught to build The star linked many turns form; with all standing in the doorway, their saw at massive admiration exhaled.

Too wonder once full surface came shimmer and still haven grasped, with the upheavant as next brand of three layers wriggled raw;

“Person WhoForce– breaks Window Overmight… “

Sharply, thrown far —his eyes spread unexpected – grip true: that strip in its present radiance carried dust his eyelids half weight blue she softer still completely (not class off the precedent trail kind))

“The Discontent One cannot set standing reality … “

Strain one tie after next inward crept — fresh till space overflow filled swelling spiral—

-｛Distributor February. Di’an is focusing trajectory mark my existence in living.｝

-｛Distributor Loki. Tata Mingqi passes writing reed long ways about leaving hands cold mark days gone.｝

“Fearful Demon… “, “Lucky Person… “, “Become Stronger… “

-｛Distributor Loki Tata Mingqi exclaims, “Fishing! “｝

“Become stronger? Is it hinting that I should choose that Trait? ” Yang Zicang’s gaze fell upon the relatively thin and ordinary bond. Indeed, it was a decent Trait. But his own experience was far from being that simple!

Sure enough, a brighter twisted light appeared, followed by another energy bond blazing with radiance.

“The one burdened with railway dispatch… “

“Burdened? ” Yang Zicang’s heart convulsed.

“The one who choreographs trajectory… “

Two glowing patterns were attracted to each other like magnets, colliding into even more brilliant and colorful light!

They interweaved and reflected off each other on the rippling sphere, generating a brand-new intersection point that exuded vibrational fluctuation, faintly implying a message.

—— “The one who calculates the changing trajectory. “

At this moment, the countless patterns of the inner and outer layers seemed to revolve around it, along with the three radiant bonds of “The one who persists in uninterrupted schooling ” and “The one who strives to shatter the window, ” becoming core nodes of energy flow.

“Wow. ” The amazed Li Aimin and Kim Tae-cheol looked up, their hearts shaken. These were not experiences from this world, yet they had already given birth to radiance.

More and more bonds threaded densely into view. With a single sweep, the Etheric Trait tags corresponding to the significant experiences that had emerged after Yang Zicang left the bus were fully revealed, one by one.

“It’s changing again! “

Another faintly glowing band of light extended inward, bearing the message “Master of the Train. “

It resonated with the nodes “Railway ” and “Track Adjustment. ” With the addition of this third band, that point began to emanate a faint golden gleam.

— “One Who Has Walked the Path of Change! “

“A new node… ” Yang Zicang murmured.

-｛Distributor May· Vanguard has increased the price of my currently gestating glorious prelude to 55%｝.

“Martial Arts Practitioner, ” “One Who Spreads the Art of Combat, ” “Coin Maker, ” “One Who Dissects Secret Patterns… “

“A Survived the Brink of Extinction… “

His eyes flickered. Were these also traits branded onto him as his own?

Yet, the transformation of another trait node was even more eye-catching. It had evolved from “Hanging by a Thread ” to “Familiar Face of Death. ” Now, with the third layer of bands fully revealed, it astonishingly underwent a drastic evolution—becoming “The Immortal! “

Karl instinctively took a step forward.

“An ‘Immortal’ trait?! “

The burly man studied the silhouette of the tall man standing firm within the orb. This trait was jointly supported by a band from the first layer and three radiating with cerulean light from the second.

Though the future specifics of how this trait would evolve remained unknown, its invaluable nature was beyond question.

“The secret technique Elder Black Stork let me experience… even it influenced this Immortal trait. “

The three people watching from around all wore expressions of envy. Just imagining it was enough to know the immense benefits the deep etheric energy corresponding to this trait would bring in the future.

Just then, the node “One Who Participated in the Track of Change ” suddenly stretched out, drawing in two strands of light—one bright, one dark—from the third layer! The energy bonds twisted violently.

Kim Tae-cheol and the others could no longer discern the specific names; they simply stared blankly at the additional glimmer of light on the evolving trait.

— “One Who Lightly Plucks the Track of Fate. “

The moment Yang Zicang saw those two nodes, he understood. They were the life experiences already cataloged—from rescuing Xue Qi and setting out alone on a boat to find the lighthouse.

“Are traits and life experiences… one and the same? ” Yang Zicang murmured to himself, lost in thought.

-｛Distributor Tata Mingqi expresses “Denial. “｝

A flicker of light passed through Yang Zicang’s eyes.

“There’s some common ground, isn’t there? Their origins are similar? “

-｛Distributor Loki Tata Mingqi expresses “Cheer. “｝

-｛Distributor Tata Mingqi feels a sore throat.｝

-｛Distributor May Valkyrie adjusts the price of the glorious prelude I am currently gestating to 50%.｝

Yang Zicang dared not ask any more random questions. It would be better to save his questions for when they meet face-to-face.

The bonds were manifesting more and more slowly, almost at an end. The three layers of intricate spheres that already filled the entire cabin bathed the surroundings in a dreamlike glow.

The innermost layer had the most nodes, but they were also the smallest, with hardly any dazzling intersection points being born. Although the second layer had fewer patterns, many of them shone with glory to varying degrees.

As for the third layer, it had the fewest, but its radiance was the most blazing of all.

“One, two, three… twelve, thirteen… “

“Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two… “

“My god, President, you’ve already done so many big things. “

Before the words faded, a radiant bond suddenly burst into existence! The entire orb trembled, then began to slowly rotate clockwise in suspension.

They looked toward the newly extended additional light point, the last-born trait node, which stretched into:

“The one who steers the sinking ship… “

A few of them took a deep breath. “Is that… was that the control wheel just now? “

“We really stepped in the pile of luck, President. ” Li Aimin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

With the injection of this event, the core node had gathered six intense beams of light and over a dozen faint radiant bonds. Across the entire spherical wall of patterns, the light blazed with a somewhat dazzling glow, like a little burning candle.

The etheric information it emanated began to shift and change…

“Trajectory Master… “

The quivering energy of the light points made everyone in the room hold their breath instinctively.

Countless thoughts about trajectories surged uncontrollably in their minds. The trait node ceaselessly drew forth related informational energy from the true etheric realm into this small chamber.

“President, you… which one will you choose? ” Kim Tae-cheol’s voice carried a hint of tension for him.

“I… ” Yang Zicang looked at the dense, grain-sized nodes within the sphere—large and small. Though some nodes did not appear very eye-catching, they were actually exceptionally precious.

Take the “Seasoned Desperate Survivor ” trait, for instance; just hearing its name feels like the sort of thing the traders always go on about.

“The Immortal’s trait! ” Karl stepped forward excitedly, “President, listen to me—once you awaken the bloodline of the full moon, having this immortality trait will make it far easier for you to step into the next level of power. “

“What? Huh?! What’s this ‘full moon’ thing? Is it some kind of intersecting space? ” Li Aimin asked, holding his curious-looking axe.

Kim Tae-cheol also looked over at him. “Karl, you’re actually in on a secret like this? “

“In a Grade-A intersection zone, I heard a monster say something like this before it slaughtered my teammates: ‘You should thank me for making you tread death’s edge, because only then can you master death itself.’ “

“And what about your friends? ” Li Aimin asked.

“Dead, of course. “

“……“

Yang Zicang touched the circle that had emerged on his chest. The Immortal…

He began to lift his pen, his gaze fixed on the luminous networked tendrils of that point of light.

Li Aimin urged, impatiently, “President, which trait are you choosing? “

“Of course, ‘Trajectory Master.’ “

Karl hastily argued, “Why not pick immortality? If you choose that one, I think even if they don’t rely on Chrono-Kinetic defenses, they’d still find it hard to kill you in the future. “

The tip of Yang Zicang’s pen rose smoothly upward. As he moved, the sphere of light tilted naturally toward him, letting that glaring node meet his brushstroke.

“Because this is the trait that best aligns with my abilities—no doubt about that. “

His hand moved downward, the tip of his brush carrying a faint wisp of pale yellow light that arced through the air from the trait, landing upon the name card, like a gentle beam of radiance searing into the blank paper.

In an instant, waves of pure energy converged upon his body, enveloping him completely.

Yang Zicang was nearly buoyed up by this force, drifting yet dignified as he wrote three Chinese characters: “Trajectory Master. “

The sense of being propelled faded. He looked at the characters on the card—they were, as expected, written in a smaller size, just like Yu Qingqu’s “Fengjue. “

As for the name…

Yang Zicang pondered for a moment, then set brush to paper to write two characters: “Bu Chen. “