101: Chapter 100 The Emergence of the Idea for a Practical Training System

Yang Hang's Divided Soul froze for a moment.

Subconsciously, he mobilized his Power of Causality, quickly confirming before connecting that his appearance had no anomalies—it was Yang Hang's own face, a twenty-four-year-old ordinary young man.

Connect.

The moment the screen lit up, what Yang Hang saw was his younger sister's bedroom.

The inner cabin of the Silver Grade Houseboat had been transformed by her into a pink-toned girl's room; the light filtering through the window gauze dyed the entire space soft and warm.

A few handmade dolls were piled on the head of the bed; some had crooked stitching that clearly showed they were made by her, while others were more exquisite and likely exchanged from the trading platform.

A few simple sketches she had drawn herself were pasted in the corner of the wall, depicting a Family of four standing on a boat watching the sunrise—a sunrise with two suns.

Yang Yue was kneeling on the bed, her knees together, calves pressed against her thighs, both feet stretched backward and slightly splayed, her whole body sinking into the fluffy bedding.

She wore a set of misty apricot-colored pajamas, the fabric soft and thin, with a loose doll collar embroidered with a circle of extremely fine off-white lace, and tightened cuffs that revealed a section of her fair, slender wrists.

The hem of the matching shorts was adorned with a few specks of white lily-of-the-valley embroidery, so faint they were almost invisible.

Light fell on her drooping fingertips and gathered hem; her back was straight but not stiff, and a few strands of jet-black long hair slid down her shoulders, hanging over her knees.

The lines of her profile were clean and beautiful in the soft light, and the tiny tear mole at the corner of her eye rested quietly there.

But at this moment, this scene was broken by the rims of her eyes, which were obviously red.

Her large, sparkling eyes were glistening, with tears shimmering at the bottom of her pupils. Her nose tip was slightly red. Her lips were pursed, as if she were trying to hold something back.

Yang Hang's Divided Soul captured this scene, and his main Divine Sense, which was manipulating the Cause and Effect Fate Platform to modify the underlying logic, paused for a moment.

"...What are you crying for?"

Yang Hang's voice came from the other side of the video, his tone inquisitive, lacking the playful jesting from their bickering earlier.

Yang Yue sniffled.

"I'm not crying," she said, her voice muffled and carrying a distinct nasal tone.

"Your eyes are red."

"That's a lighting issue."

Yang Hang didn't speak.

Yang Yue lowered her head, her fingers tugging at the corner of the quilt, tugging several times.

Looking at the red-rimmed eyes of his younger sister on the screen, Yang Hang sighed in his heart.

To tell the truth, he was a bit confused.

Before Transmigration, this girl's attitude toward him was basically, "Brother, get lost, don't get in the way," "Brother, help me get a package," or "Brother, you're so bad at games, how do you have the nerve to teach me?"—a standard, disdainful younger sister. How did the style change completely after arriving at the Magic Sea?

One second they were insulting each other as Silver Grade ants, and the next second she was asking with red-rimmed eyes if he had anyone to protect him while he was alone.

This transition speed was even more intense than the Magic Sea Beast Tide.

But he didn't actually tease her out loud.

On the screen, Yang Yue bit her lower lip, the teardrop on her eyelashes wobbling twice, but in the end, it didn't fall.

Yang Hang's tone softened: "Your brother is, after all, a person with Gold Tier talent. Although the Little Luck Technique is a support type, it's still stable when it comes to avoiding misfortune and seeking luck. That night of the beast tide, I relied on the compass the whole time to avoid most of the high-level sea beast dense areas. See, aren't I fine now?"

Yang Yue didn't respond, just stared at him like that.

Yang Hang added another sentence: "And don't just worry about me. Dad wore his battle armor and stood guard all night; that's what's truly hard work. You should care more about Dad."

Yang Yue wrinkled her nose: "Dad has Mom to take care of him, but what about you? You're all alone outside, not even having someone to talk to."

"I have fifty bionic maids—"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Yang Hang realized he had been careless.

Yang Yue's expression instantly switched from pitiful to shocked, and her eyes widened.

"Brother, what did you say??!"

"I misspoke, I misspoke," Yang Hang quickly remedied, "I just have some basic bionic service personnel on the boat for chores. You're overthinking it."

"Hmph."

Yang Yue turned her face away, but her reddened ear tips betrayed her—that wasn't shyness, it was purely from being angry.

Watching her looking so angry and aggrieved, Yang Hang suddenly felt that he had indeed gone a bit too far.

His younger sister was genuinely worried about him, but he—instead of reciprocating—first bickered, then teased, and finally made a joke about bionic maids.

Anyone would explode at that.

"Xiao Yue." He called his younger sister's name, his voice becoming a bit more serious. "I'm sorry, I teased you too much just now."

Yang Yue didn't turn back.

"You're right. It's been thirteen days, and our Family hasn't seen each other at all. This is my fault; I should have been more attentive."

Yang Yue's shoulders moved slightly.

"So—" Yang Hang paused, "Regarding the Top 1000 Tournament, I never said I wouldn't let you go."

Yang Yue turned her head abruptly.

In those large eyes, tears and surprise were mixed together; her nose tip was still red, but the corners of her mouth were already uncontrollably curling upward.

"Are you serious?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

"Haven't you lied to me enough times! When we were little, you said you'd hide my candy to keep it safe for me—"

"That was ten years ago."

"Seven years ago."

"...Fine, seven years ago."

Yang Yue stared at him for three seconds, confirming he wasn't just brushing her off, and her entire mood brightened visibly.

But she didn't cheer immediately.

She blinked, with a bit of cautious probing: "Then Brother... do you mean that you will also sign up?"

Yang Hang leaned against the cabin wall and answered calmly: "It doesn't matter to me whether I go or not. Going is fine, not going is also fine; I have no resistance to it."

Yang Yue's eyes suddenly shone so brightly they were almost glowing.

"But you've heard it too," Yang Hang changed the subject, "Given our merit ranking and combat strength levels, if we sign up, there's a high probability we won't be selected. My Little Luck Technique and your Water Control might not be enough to meet the standard line for the Top 1000."

Yang Yue pursed her lips and smiled.

Yang Hang was too familiar with that kind of smile—a fox's smile of having succeeded.

"Hmph, Brother, do you think I'm easy to fool? There aren't many people in the entire Yanhuang Civilization with Gold Tier talent abilities, and besides, don't worry about these things."

She rested both hands on her knees, her body leaning slightly forward. The collar of her misty apricot-colored pajamas swayed gently with her movement, revealing a patch of delicate skin below her collarbone. But she was completely unaware, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

"You just need to tell me—you are willing to sign up and won't refuse, right?"

Yang Hang nodded: "Right."

Yang Yue finally couldn't help it, breaking into a smile through her tears; her whole face was as bright as if it were being illuminated by two suns simultaneously.

"Then it's settled!"

Yang Hang raised an eyebrow: "How is it settled?"

"Brother, think about it," Yang Yue counted on her fingers, "If I sign up by myself, it's indeed very uncertain. But if it's with you—"

She paused, a glimmer of shrewdness flashing in her eyes that Yang Hang couldn't ignore.

"—the top of the individual merit ranking, Yang Hang."

"Same name, same surname."

"With your name placed there, the Revival Society will definitely consider my application carefully."

Yang Hang shook his head, watching his younger sister's smug expression on the screen, feeling helpless yet amused.

Seeing this, Yang Yue thought her brother might have misunderstood and was unhappy, and she knew she was in the wrong, so she quickly added: "But Brother, don't misunderstand, even without using your name, I'm not completely without a chance if I sign up myself. I just... wanted to hitch a ride with you."

She paused for a beat.

"And I really want to see you."

Her voice was very soft, and the skin next to her tear mole flushed slightly.

Seeing this, Yang Hang didn't continue to tease her.

"Got it," he said, "I will handle it well."

After this sentence, Yang Yue's mood completely relaxed.

For the next nearly an hour, Yang Yue's chatterbox was completely opened.

From that little silver fish that accidentally jumped onto the deck of the Houseboat.

To the fact that the amount of water she could control with Water Control had recently increased by several tons.

To the sea beast fish soup her mother made tasting even better than before Transmigration.

To her father wearing battle armor and doing Tai Chi on the deck, being secretly filmed by her mother and sent to the Family group chat.

Yang Hang listened, occasionally chiming in, occasionally making a sarcastic remark, and occasionally being sarcastically retorted by his younger sister.

A very ordinary hour.

So ordinary that he almost forgot they were still on the Magic Sea.

He even had an idea—with so many games of his own, could he pull his younger sister in for a duo queue?

Playing alone for too long was inevitably a bit boring.

But the next second, he rejected it himself.

Taking his younger sister to play games was equivalent to leading her to neglect her proper work for pleasure.

Although with his ability, even if the whole Family slacked off every day, they could live better than 99% of the people in the Magic Sea, but what if something happened to him one day?

The dangers of this world were far more than just the Magic Sea.

She needed the ability to survive on her own.

But—

A thought suddenly flashed through Yang Hang's mind.

Games wouldn't work.

Then what if it were a combat training System disguised as a game?

Online battles.

Multiplayer matchmaking.

Real-time confrontation.

Learning to turn the multiplayer team matchmaking battle mode of the Faction Sequence Battle into a daily Fate Platform function.

Survivors could initiate simulated battles at any time; they would not harm the body or consume actual health points, but with the help of the Karmic Void Realm's nearly 100% realistic capabilities, the combat experience would be completely immersive.