Chapter 36: Spirit-Willed Mail to the Post Emblem World – 1

Thinking of becoming stronger, Yang Zicang couldn’t help but think of the “Monster Hunter Alliance Headquarters.”
It was said that because of something like a statue, the one who controlled it was almost like the master of this city. Many abilities could only be used with the help of the statues. If only he could go to a place where such statues existed.
He shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly. This was nothing but a fantasy.
Just as Yang Zicang continued to ponder in his mind, wondering which dream world to go to for the greatest gain, the square frame made of model light in his hand suddenly expanded, turning into an envelope glowing faintly.
….
[I want to go to a world where I can obtain martial arts and statues. Should I mail this to such a realm of thought and time?]
….
Yang Zicang abruptly sat upright, his eyes fixed on the unfamiliar text appearing on the envelope, his heart beating wildly.
“Is it really possible…?”
Thinking this, Yang Zicang simply added a few more requirements in his mind.
What other problems could he solve all at once?
Healing potions, more time sequences, greater power…
If he truly wanted to explore, there would be far too much… He wanted to understand what this world was, what the statue meant, obtain advanced abilities to stand firm in this world, and return to Earth…
Yang Zicang thought of numerous possibilities. Watching the phrases on the envelope grow larger, he suppressed his inner craving.
“I can’t add that many conditions—it will definitely cause problems, and in the end, I might end up with nothing.”
After making his choices, he whispered to himself:
“I want to go to a consciousness world that is related to the world’s core secrets, somehow associated with the statue, where I can gain high-end abilities in this world, and that is relatively safe.”
The phrases on the envelope changed accordingly, becoming fewer.
….
[Do you want to send it to such a conscious space-time?]
“Yes!”
[Postage fee: 1R.]
….
That cheap?
Before Yang Zicang could think further, the dimly lit room suddenly warped entirely, the light devoured as if plunging into chaos.
The envelope in his hand turned into a swirling vortex, an invisible force pulling at his consciousness, as if his soul was being forcefully ripped from his body.
Amidst a dizziness of tumbling and spinning, a dreamlike voice faintly echoed from the depths of his mind.
….
[Lost Royal Court, Azure Star, at your service…]
[I have consumed 1R of temporal principal.]
[I have used one postal send, 2/3 remaining.]
….
Whoosh — a fantastical illusion world.
The air was thick with a robust scent of vegetation.
As bursts of birdsong filled the air, YangZicang slowly opened his eyes, finding himself lying in a jungle overgrown with ancient trees.
[Tip from the Celestial Star: Here, you can accelerate time.]
……
The sky was clear, the clouds light, the trees lush and green, and a gentle breeze caressed his skin like silk, soothing and refreshing.
“It’s more real than last time… This doesn’t feel like a dream.”
He was wearing a bloodstained short-sleeved shirt and had just stood up when suddenly a shadow loomed over him.
Boom～
A gale swept through, its turbulent and violent gusts hurling YangZicang into a thorny thicket, scraping his skin instantly. A gray-brown creature with broken wings soared into the sky, flying off into the distance.
“Was that… a pterosaur?!”
Incredulous, YangZicang scrambled out of the thorns and staggered to his feet, chasing after it.
“This place… has dinosaurs?!”
He propped himself up against a tree trunk and looked around. An endless sea of forest stretched out before him, and above the distant mountaintops, more pterosaurs circled and glided.
“This doesn’t look anything like a world with statues! Something’s wrong!”
……
Nightfall came.
At night, after exploring the surrounding area, YangZicang encountered even more ancient creatures, some of which looked extremely terrifying, such as a giant serpent with a beard lurking in the woods.
By the crackling campfire, YangZicang pinched his fingers, and an envelope glowing like light appeared.
“Where have you sent me?”
The firelight reflected on his face. He checked the items he had brought with him—a bow obtained from a C-grade dislocation and several arrows.
“Good thing I brought a weapon.”
He sighed, somewhat regretting not bringing Liang Xi’s sword along as well. The aroma of food wafted over, and Yang Zicang sniffed the air, then dug out two brownish fruits from the ashes by the campfire.
These were something like sweet potatoes he had found in the afternoon.
[I have consumed 0.12R time-sequence principal. ]
Yang Zicang, who was peeling one of the “sweet potatoes,” heard the mental voice returned by the Model.
Glancing up at the sky, he frowned in thought.
“It’s midnight… It seems the depletion of time-sequence is tied to how long I stay.”
If that were truly the case, then every second he remained here was consuming his “time-sequence.”
“WuAo, WuWa!”
Just then, countless footsteps sounded from the forest. Humanoid creatures, with protruding lips, long, slender body hair, and disheveled hair, swarmed in from all directions. Some of them climbed agilely up to the trees in just a few moves, glaring down at Yang Zicang and growling with menace.
“WaYi, WuWaYa!”
They held rocks and wooden sticks in their hands, both fearful and intensely curious, staring at the campfire in the center.
“Savages?”
Crack. A branch snapped. A muscular, humanoid silhouette deliberately hunched over to project an oppressive presence emerged from the darkness behind these dozen wild men.
Yang Zicang stared at them, dragging the sweet potato, and suddenly smiled.
“Are you attracted by this?”
The strongest wild man wore a belt woven from vines around his waist, from which hung two small wolf skulls.
Yang Zicang casually tossed the peeled sweet potato over.
The wild man leader caught the sweet potato, sniffed it suspiciously, then cautiously took a bite.
The next second, his eyes widened wide, and his entire body froze in place!
The roasted sweet potato melted in his mouth, and the burly wild man stood stunned as if struck by lightning, his eyes bulging.
He chewed in disbelief.
“Ow~”
The wild man leader suddenly spun around and leaped in place, pounding his chest and howling!
He had tasted such delicious food for the first time in his life!
After tearing off half the sweet potato for himself, the wild man leader threw the remaining half out, and the other wild men immediately scrambled for that piece, resulting in utter chaos.
“Oooh, oooh ooah ah ah!”
Yang Zicang smiled as he watched them, but immediately his smile vanished.
The wildmen who had tasted the roasted sweet potatoes had a greatly increased appetite. Although they still feared the bonfire, they now had one more reason to get close to it.
They raised stones and wooden sticks!
“Wild Bro, it’s just sweet potatoes, you know.”
Indeed, “taking others’ belongings as one’s own” is a instinct engraved deep in human DNA, regardless of the era.
Yang Zicang shook his head with a wry smile.
He stood up and took out his bow and arrows. Just before the wildmen could throw the stones in their hands and hit him, a model materialized on his chest.
[Time Acceleration, Advance to One Day Later]
The stones thrown by the wildmen howled through the air, but the moment they were about to hit him—
[Based on current pace, I can travel a hundred miles in twenty-two hours.]
Yang Zicang stepped forward leisurely. It was as if heaven and earth had pressed the fast-forward button, and his figure suddenly vanished.
……
The light flashed and turned to black. One second later, Yang Zicang had arrived at the midnight of the second day.
[I have consumed 1R sequence principle.]
This was the new ability he had gained here: Time Acceleration.
“Good thing I don’t actually have to be a traveler.”
Yang Zicang felt much relieved, and then he was surprised to find that he could see a little in the darkness.
This must be around the middle of the night of the second day.
He turned his head and saw a blazing light, a fierce fire burning on a distant mountaintop!
It stood out as uniquely prominent, like a deity in the vast night.
“Ah? Geez, could that be the place where I just roasted the sweet potatoes?”
“It sure is.”
Returning to this familiar terrain, Yang Zicang looked helplessly at the same old surroundings.
When he lit the fire, he had clearly cleared a safe zone, but the wild men must have scattered the campfire everywhere while digging for sweet potatoes, igniting the mountain forest. Many animals were burned to death; luckily, the fire was confined to the vicinity of this hill.
Suddenly, several hooting cries from wild men rang out in the surrounding trees.
As the calls cascaded one after another, a miserable wretch with patches of bare and reddened burns came rushing over howling, collapsing on the ground and whimpering.
Yang Zicang stopped in his tracks, halting the urge to speed up time and leave, and turned his head to look.
More and more wild men leaped down from the trees or darted out from the neighboring woods, all prostrating on the ground.
They kept lifting their heads to glance at Yang Zicang before burying them back against the earth, trembling all over in fear.
This was their gesture of submission.