Chapter Thirty: The Headquarters’ Request – 1

“Yang Zicang turned the tide of battle, and people from both Headquarters and the Xiong Ying Group are threatening him!”
More people shouted loudly, eager to speak words of praise, afraid that Yang Zicang would settle scores with them.
Zhao Anlong listened for a moment, then looked at the man in front of him with a strange expression on his face. “To be honest, if it weren’t for… I’d really want to take you away right now.”
After some hesitation, he reminded with a hint of concern:
“Good lad, you must deliver the sword to her hands. As a trade, I can tell you a secret: within the Confluence Grounds—and note, only the Confluence Grounds, not other dimensions—it’s possible to accumulate over ten thousand years of sequence without leaving this city.
“But once the space stabilizes completely, you’ll be forced out instantly. Got it? Also, don’t probe too much into the Other Side matters in this place, or else we’ll end up on opposite sides when the time comes.”
“I understand. Thank you. Rest assured, I will deliver the weapon into her hands.”
“Do you even know who she is?”
“Rest assured, Chu Qiang holds two thousand full-authority sequences from me there, and FuMeng Xue also invested a hundred years in me.”
Zhao Anlong was overjoyed!
“Oh, well, well! Haha. So you two go way back.”
He said with a smirk, “Then take me around, will you? I haven’t been back for ages. If you know Chu Qiang, bring me to meet him, okay?”
Although he was making an effort to appear normal, Yang Zicang’s spiritual senses kept warning him: This man is dangerous, extremely dangerous. He’s watching me, staring with an intense obsession.
Ever since Zhao Anlong stood before him, even while suppressing his aura, he continually radiated a pressure that made Yang Zicang feel he could be utterly annihilated at any moment—so he forced a smile.
“Thank you for your help. You can head back now.”
Zhao Anlong’s expression darkened.
“What the hell, you.”
Zhao Anlong reached out to grab Yang Zicang’s collar, but as the words fell, fine golden electric light flickered between them.
“Have some gratitude… take back your words now…”
The two seemed to exist in different dimensions, the golden lightning severing the space between them.
“Damn it, take me to Chu Qiang, now!”
Thunder rumbled, and Zhao Anlong’s figure grew increasingly ethereal.
{Using me and throwing me away, huh? Don’t let me see you again…}
Crackle—Zhao Anlong vanished behind the electric field.
{Good, you didn’t agree to leave with him.}
Councilor No. 41 seemed to be in a good mood, his normally calm tone carrying a rare hint of leisure as he indulged in a few more words.
As the pressure vanished, Yang Zicang felt the blood flow again through his body, his mind clearing. After a moment’s thought, a flash of insight struck him.
“Wait, the original function of that summon card earlier—was it to choose someone to take me away?”
{That is indeed its true purpose. If you made the request, he would have had to prioritize taking you away. But if you voluntarily refuse, then he can take others.}
Yang Zicang finally found the strength to stand up from the now-ruined ground; this monster’s lair was no more.
“Ah, isn’t that… Fulrry Zhao she—”
Yang Zicang felt a pang of regret; he should have taken Zhao Anlong to see his girlfriend earlier.
That guy clearly couldn’t fully control his acting skills, yet he deliberately kept things from me—it was obviously suspicious, right?
The Century Weapon spun and disappeared as it was drawn into the black hole.
{Your decision not to leave also had its benefits.}
“Benefits?” Yang Zicang looked up curiously.
The night wind rushed into the now doubled-in-size pit, making the air much fresher.
{Because you defeated the Defender, your city’s ranking has improved.}
{Regarding your reward, it will emerge during the end-of-year city ranking assessment. By then, strive to pass it.}
“Shouldn’t the reward be given to me now? Why does it depend on another event to be obtained?”
{The Summon Card itself is the reward. Since you didn’t gain its benefits, the reward at the end of the year is an additional repayment from me. It must reach you through a proper reason.}
I guess I really should thank Councilor No. 41 for this.
“So, what exactly is my additional reward?”
Yang Zicang asked a question to break the silence—he felt he had many questions he wanted to ask but couldn’t recall any of them at the moment, so he just tried to stall for time.
{An ordinary person’s memoir.}
The Councilor’s gaze faded away.
The exact same message suddenly appeared in the minds of every Silberherz prototype person throughout the city:
[The Defender has been eliminated. Eliminators: Chosen One Yang Zicang, Blazing Light Zhao Anlong. Each party member receives 300N of Void Zero Chronos.]
[I have obtained 300N of Void Zero Chronos. Duration extends until the end of this month.]
Yang Zicang felt this newly acquired additional 300 Chronos that he could not control.
……
The night wind howled, and Yang Zicang stood on the now-sparser ground, turning his head to take in the scene of devastation.
Fortunately, although everyone looked disheveled, the energy diffusion from the Defenders brought little chronology with it. After shedding decades in the initial shockwave, over 90% of the people survived.
“So… it’s been dealt with.”
Whispering this among themselves, they looked at Yang Zicang with eyes full of complex emotions.
Some envied him, others feared him, and still others wondered whether this kid had gained yet another reward.
In the churning mud, Huang Xu crawled out, listlessly staring at the fine layer of dust half-covering him, his mind unconsciously wondering—Was that guy even human?! Where did he come from?
Catching the gaze of Yang Zicang only a few dozen meters away, Huang Xu jerked his head back as if waking from a nightmare, shaking the dirt and debris from his face, and said nothing.
For his part, his bus-like “child” monster never showed itself again.
“Where’s your monster?” Yang Zicang approached.
“Go ahead, kill me.”
“Oh? You don’t seem as crazed anymore.”
“Ha. Monsters affect people’s mood. I won’t argue my case. Do it now; I still have a few centuries to offer you.”
Huang Xu closed his eyes.
A faint breeze swept across his face. He reopened his eyes only to find that the young man—who had gotten off the same vehicle—had already moved away and was nowhere in sight.
Huang Xu felt the model on his chest; the connection with the bus monster inside had become extremely faint. It was as if the other party had completely given up on him.
“Monster…”
He muttered this word to himself, then suddenly broke down crying: “Huang Xu, what have you done… Why did it come to this…”
Yang Zicang climbed back to the surface, where teams of people were spontaneously searching through the ruins for those buried.
Although everyone had time sequences that could offset impact damage, without adequate food and water, the sequences would be continuously consumed when they reached their limit, eventually leading to death in agony.
Moli, who had been keeping an eye on this situation, was deeply shaken.
{He’s so powerful. Can something this formidable even be considered human?}
At the same time, Moli also learned from some information that the missing people had actually gone to another place.
“Who knows. Maybe humans are inherently capable of being that strong.”
Yang Zicang expressed his sincere gratitude.
“In any case, we owe it all to you this time. If there’s a chance in the future, I will repay you.”
{Sigh… Mr. Zicang, if you genuinely want to repay us, you should find a way for us to join you. But too bad we’re in different cities. Even if we form a team, we can’t get into your city.}
Yang Zicang looked around and chuckled: “Although we’re not in the same city, we still did a pretty good job this time, didn’t we?”
{It was perfect!}
A young boy’s voice said in somewhat broken Mandarin.
“You must be Boppoli?”
{It’s Nuance Bob Polo! But sure, you can call me Boppoli, no big deal, hahaha.}
“Thank you, Boppoli, and thank you all. I need to contact someone else, so I’ll disconnect for now.”
He was single-handedly fighting against the entire timeline of the Xiongying Group, an astronomical number of timelines. Without Moli, he would never have succeeded.
……
The nearby people who saw Yang Zicang didn’t know whether to leave or come over to greet him. After all, at least half of those still in the vicinity were the ones who had once tried to persuade him to back down.
But to everyone’s surprise, he managed to secure 300 years of virtual zero timeline for every single Silver Model person, and even those newcomers who hadn’t yet obtained their models were included.
No one would die this month from timeline deduction!
“Zi, Zicang, Great God,” these people fidgeted in place, unsure of what to say.
“Hurry up and save people.”
Yang Zicang left this sentence and headed toward where Liang Xi and the others had been before. But just as the connection was broken, several disjointed lines flashed toward him.
They had actually been trying to contact him all along.
Sensing the “statements of investment” they contained, more than half were requests for him to help.
Yang Zicang randomly connected with one of them.
{Great, finally got through. Zicang, Great God, please hurry and help us save the people at headquarters!}