Chapter 94: Puzzle and Correction -4

Relying on the enhanced environmental awareness of Silent Night, Yang Zicang sprinted with eyes closed, never daring to look back.
Panic, rejection, abandoned by heaven and earth.
The monster closed its eyes, savoring this sudden surge of negative emotions, and let out a soft sigh.
“I see. You also have a bit of the power speech, the ability to communicate with all things—truly a worthy candidate. Even in my era, you would be a Fusion Pulse Practitioner or Moon Pact Bound worth mentoring.”
He watched Yang Zicang’s fleeing figure, already about to burst out of this patch of abnormal dead-zone frequency.
The monster turned its head, gazing at the figures fleeing in the distance. They were already several tiny black dots in Yang Zicang’s perception, and except for Qin Meng, the others were about to lose contact.
“Not good.”
Yang Zicang reluctantly turned and opened his eyes, saying, “Come back here. Your opponent is me!”
He severed the Mental Link with Zhu Yin, contacted Wang Chong, and told them to keep running and not look back.
The Corrector chuckled and stared at Yang Zicang’s turned head, saying, “That’s more like it. Come on. They are your bargaining chips in this fight. If you win, they live; if you die, they die.”
The Moon Shadow-level figure vanished from its spot, appearing before Yang Zicang in an instant, throwing a punch.
Fists, full of power and weight, clashed for the first time.
Bang!
[I have offset the base amount of 2000 N.]
Heartache.
[Zhu Yin wants to make an investment for me.]
{Tell me. How many instants do you want?}
“Three mingtsing-nine.”
[Zhu Yin has invested 3900 N for you.]
After increasing timing, Yang Zicang engaged in an agile combat movement alongside the Corrector, the two figures sliding and darting like martial arts masters.
At this moment, the light clusters in the sky chased after Yang Zicang and the other person, with faint telepathic murmurs coming through but unclear, as if they were actively muting their conversation content to avoid disturbing those below.
Obviously, they were just some empty baby-praise messages.
Yang Zicang dodged a punch and quickly said in his mind:
[How much sequential field do you have? I want to return the sequential field that I lost my empowerment on.]
{Well… I have a lot here, wait a moment while I clear some out.}
Two seconds later, Zhuyin said:
{Alright, first give me five thousand, then I’ll give you five thousand back.}
[I refund the investment of 3900N and distribute a superdividend of 5000N!]
Yang Zicang stared nervously at the arm swinging from the monster opposite him, until he received the new sequential field investment, whether after one second or one and a half seconds, he couldn’t tell. As he faced the charging figure, he quickly opened the model across his chest!
The quadrilateral shone brightly!
A silver spear, accompanied by the phantom of a scorching flame, struck toward the monster’s chest. The moment the monster sidestepped to avoid the thrust, he changed the thrust into a sweep, swinging the spear horizontally!
A gold-red phantom suddenly emerged from the flames, blending with the blaze.
Boom! The long spear landed squarely on the Corrector.
[I was negated for 15000N.]
“How is this possible!” The Corrector, who had made a dodging move yet was still hit, was very surprised.
Yang Zicang swiftly retreated, his expression shifting several times as he looked forward at the monster that had been knocked over.
At this moment, the corrector stood up and looked at his chest. The missing part was regrowing. The aged, withered muscle, like a plant brimming with new vitality, rapidly restored itself.
“Shocked by my ability to regenerate, aren’t you? Want to know the reason?”
He wanted to know, but…
An ineffable danger warning surfaced in his heart.
From a distant time and space, it felt as if a gaze slowly cast over. The information imparted by that person in the previous dream flashed swiftly through Yang Zicang’s mind.
——They are searching for the “Spark.”
He could not hear this secret—at least, not at this moment.
The corrector grinned with a hint of ferocity: “Because every ability comes from…”
The light clusters drew closer from above.
“No, get lost!”
Yang Zicang punched out, and a gale carrying flames knocked down the monster that was wiping its mouth to spit out the real truths of the world.
“Shut up!”
After all, he possessed thousands of years of accumulated experience from cultivation. Fortunately, during his first entry into the world of imagery, to avoid wasting temporal order and to teach the savages how to sow civilization, he spent at least half of his time fully immersed, thus gaining tempering.
Though the monster before him had bizarre abilities, its martial skills were clearly inferior to his martial arts, which he had trained for countless years. Its melee combat specialties were scarce, manifesting only as gusts at its claws.
[I have now earned a name, in the place of a lost frequency.]
Finally, Yang Zicang understood to whom that renown referred—it was for this land, this ground itself.
He once again severed the connection with Zhu Yin and quickly reached out to the fleeing Zuo Xianfei. The telepathic recipient stammered, full of apologies, about to explain, but Yang Zicang interrupted him urgently:
“Your hand once said, ‘I will help if there’s a next crisis.’ Where is he now?”
After a two-second pause, Zuo Xianfei, running so hard his pants seemed ready to fall off, sobbed:
“Bro, that elder said it’s about dealing with your crisis. But this time, the crisis isn’t yours.”
“Damn it!”
Yang Zicang instinctively turned his head to look at the distant old man. Qin Meng had exhausted all his lifespan, gazing at him with a deep, apologetic expression, his eyes filled with death.
A flickering line dashed away—Yang Zicang intended to invest in extending Qin Meng’s life.
[The selected candidate Qin Meng rejected my investment.]
“I’m not worthy of your help.”
The monster picked itself up from the ground, twisted its neck, and let out a series of cracking sounds as bones settle back into place.
Yang Zicang dodged the monster’s renewed attack, but his opponent seemed like an adult nonchalantly playing with a child who kept swinging at him.
“What do you mean, not worthy? I brought you here just to hear such garbage talk?”
Qin Meng clutched his head in pain, “I can’t face everyone. I’ve brought disaster… If you perish here, the future full of hope for everyone will be dimmed once more.”
“Just standing there won’t change anything!” Yang Zicang roared. “Aren’t we a team? In your puzzle, what are we to you? You idiot, accept my investment already!”
Qin Meng lifted his head and looked toward the two figures tangled in combat in the distance.
“A team… a puzzle.”
Suddenly, a surge of heat flooded Qin Meng’s mind.
[It dawned on me that society is like a giant puzzle. Though people are independent, they are not solitary; they retain a sense of “harmony and unity.” No one can stand firm without the contributions and needs of others.]
[I’m having an epiphany—I feel like I’m about to grow.]
A batch of tiny light clusters, which had been trailing around Yang Zicang, suddenly split off and rushed toward Qin Meng.
[My reputation is growing, here in the Land of Lost Frequencies.]
Inside the ring on Qin Meng’s chest, beside the slowly rotating obtuse angle, a small point of light emerged in the empty space.
{Ooh, the celebrity is exploding with insight!}
Within the small light clusters, faint phantoms of tiny fairies could be glimpsed. These little ones waved pens, thinner than leg hair, in their hands, scribbling something on crumpled white paper.
Qin Meng’s eyes naturally closed, and the model on his chest flickered.
[Yang Zicang wants to invest in a full-time sequence for me—I think I need this investment.]
[Yang Zicang invests in me a full-time sequence of 5000N, with a term of one year.]
Tears formed at the corners of Qin Meng’s tightly shut eyes.
{What a touching friendship!}
{The famous man’s friend is such a good person, pure-hearted like Hua Piaopiao.}
{I must record this moment of emotion.}
Qin Meng, who was no longer aging, slowly opened his eyes.
He looked into the distance. In Qin Meng’s eyes now, there was no distinction between people any longer. The Yang Zicang he saw was merely a golden radiance with the number “1” appearing on him.
[Complete fragment begins to grant: No. 1.]
The monster chasing him was another dark red glow.
Yang Zicang felt as if something around him had suddenly vanished—an indescribable sensation, as if only now did he realize that his originally complete self was incomplete.
The monster, having taken a few punches, wiped its mouth and said, “Some people want to change this world, some want to stop the change, and some want a limited change. That is the reason you listen or do not.”
“Shut up!”
One of the correction officer’s two heads looked at Qin Meng in the distance, while the other stared at the young man ahead. Suddenly, it roared:
“Because this is a new world!”
The light clusters swished over again.
The moon-shadow monster raised its hand and chuckled:
“Although those scum who created me are part of the group trying to stop the change! But I don’t think highly of them. O otherworldly one—our old world also had many good things. Even in the worst environments, treasures may be buried. These things I speak of, you may not want to hear, but I think they are the best of our world.”
{Well then, what are they?}
Some of the small light clusters floating in the sky leaned in and asked.
{Ah, reporters aren’t supposed to ask non-famous people questions, but… I really want to know.}
Yang Zicang’s eyes suddenly snapped open.
The monster unexpectedly stepped back a few paces, opening its mouth with a malicious grin as it retreated.
“Shut up!” Yang Zicang snapped. He vaguely sensed that the more the monster spoke about the past, the worse things would become for this place.
“The power comes from the Ring of Bloodline…” said the Corrector.
Swish, swish, swish!
The adorable little reporters in the sky busily buried their heads in their notes.
[Your fame has increased rapidly.]
The monster’s two heads opposite wore evil smiles: “The Ring of Bloodline comes from the Soul Hall.”
{Wow, so that’s how it is.}
{Shouldn’t we have a Soul Hall too?}
The monster that spoke these words was extremely satisfied. It stepped forward, its body muscles twisting like a flesh-and-blood machine amassing immense power.
“Heh heh, want to know where the Soul Hall exists? It exists in… Hmm?”
The ground beneath Yang Zicang’s feet vanished instantly, and he along with it, reappearing in a gray, hazy space.
In the Corrector’s eyes, there was no trace of the young man at his previous location.
“Heh, no matter. Calibration of key information… The seed of curiosity is planted, so the anchor point of the world is also laid… It’s almost done.”