108: Chapter 107 Teleportation
It wasn't until a video call request from the Fate Platform dragged him out of his dream.
Caller: Yang Jianguo.
Yang Hang squinted at the name for two seconds, momentarily stunned.
His Yang Jianguo was initiating a video call?
He pressed answer. The screen lit up, and Yang Jianguo's face appeared. His collar was buttoned neatly, his hair combed meticulously, his square face tense, and his thick brows knitted low.
Behind him was the tidy cabin of a Silver Grade Houseboat, where Mother's breakfast could be seen on the dining table, steam still rising from it.
"Yang Jianguo?" Yang Hang yawned and rubbed his eyes. "What time is it? Did something happen?"
Yang Jianguo didn't engage in small talk.
"Have you looked at the list for the Revival Society?"
Yang Hang's sleepiness receded slightly. He sent a wisp of Divine Sense to scan the Fate Platform, and the list of the top one thousand flashed into his consciousness.
Two Yang Hangs, one Yang Yue.
"Just saw it," he said.
Yang Jianguo was silent for two seconds.
"Number 3349, that's you."
It was not a question.
Yang Hang did not deny it. "Yes, it's me. What's wrong, Yang Jianguo?"
Yang Jianguo nodded, as if confirming something. He paused for a few seconds before speaking again, his voice low and his pace steady.
"Your grandfather was never a soldier, but he was the village chief among the first batch to respond to the Great Construction. He taught me one thing since I was little—when civilization needs you, don't cower. I stand by that! If you and Yang Yue have the ability to contribute to civilization, I won't stop you."
He paused.
"I have no objection to you wanting to contribute to civilization."
Just as Yang Hang was about to speak, Yang Jianguo changed the subject.
"But there is one thing I must make clear."
His gaze pierced through the screen, staring at Yang Hang.
"Your name is the same as... that person's. We, as family, know you aren't him. But the Revival Society doesn't know. At a gathering of thousands, with all sorts of people and all kinds of motives, what if someone uses this to make trouble—"
Yang Jianguo didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already clear.
Sharing a name with the Fate Master, in that kind of setting, could be a halo, or it could be a target.
"Your sister has already told me," Yang Jianguo continued. "She was the one who goaded you into signing up, and she was counting on your name to hitch a ride and get selected."
The image flickered, and half a head appeared from behind the camera—Yang Yue was hiding behind Yang Jianguo, with only her eyes peeking out, her eye sockets red, and her nose red as well.
After being discovered, she slowly moved out.
"Brother..." her voice was muffled. "I'm sorry."
Yang Hang looked at her.
This girl was wearing that light misty apricot pajama set, her hair unstyled and hanging loose, looking as if she had suffered a great injustice.
"I just wanted to see you," Yang Yue sniffled. "I thought about how it might cause you trouble, but I felt there wouldn't be any danger. I thought no one would dare have malicious intent toward you, my brother, since you share a name with the Fate Master. But Yang Jianguo is right; there is still a risk. You shouldn't go, and I won't go either. The assembly order is voluntary; we just don't have to accept the teleportation."
Her voice grew quieter as she spoke.
"I shouldn't have dragged you into participating. Once you get a teleportation item in the future, we can meet up then..."
At the edge of the screen, Mother's hand reached over and patted the back of Yang Yue's head gently. She didn't speak, but the meaning in that action was clear—you caused this mess, you fix it yourself.
Yang Hang stared at this family on the screen and suddenly laughed.
"Yang Jianguo, Mother, Yang Yue."
He sat up, his hair still messy, but his tone was clear-headed.
"Signing up was my own decision."
Yang Jianguo's brows twitched slightly.
"No one forced me, and no one goaded me. Yang Yue just asked about it; regardless of whether she asked or not, I had the intention to sign up."
He stretched.
"And regarding the name thing, you're really overthinking it. Isn't there another one with the same name on there? Besides the two Yang Hangs, there are so many others; who would dare be certain that sharing a name implies being the Fate Master? Furthermore, once we reach that kind of occasion, even if the Revival Society suspects who the Fate Master is, they would only dare to treat him with utmost respect and definitely wouldn't dare to make a move."
Yang Hang's lips curved.
"In other words—once your son goes there, not only is it impossible for there to be danger, but I will undoubtedly be an honored guest. The kind of potential danger you're talking about won't exist. Who would dare to truly slight someone who shares a name with the Fate Master? They wouldn't want to risk it. They can't afford to gamble."
Yang Jianguo was silent for a good while.
"...Have you thought it through?"
"I've thought it through. Little Luck Technique is also useful for the faction war; I won't just be there to freeload."
Yang Jianguo's expression softened slightly. He looked to the side, seemingly exchanging a glance with Mother, who was off-camera.
Then he nodded.
"Stay safe."
Four words, and after saying them, he didn't mention it again.
Yang Yue's eyes lit up instantly.
"Really?! Brother, you're really going?!"
"When did I say I wasn't going?"
Yang Yue's emotions came and went quickly; three seconds ago her eyes were red, and now she was already smiling, revealing her little canines.
"Then it's settled! See you at the Revival Society!"
She suddenly leaned close to the camera and held up a pinky finger.
"Pinky promise! When we get to the Renaissance, you must treat me to the most expensive set meal at the food god shrine! No reneging!"
Yang Hang rolled his eyes. "The food god shrine hasn't opened yet."
"Then we'll make it up when it opens! Put it on my tab!"
From the side came Mother's annoyed voice. "Alright, alright, you're how old now and still pinky promising? Hurry up and let your brother go wash his face; look at that hair sticking up, it looks like a chicken coop—"
*Smack.*
Another slap landed on Yang Yue's butt.
"Ouch, Mom, stop hitting my butt, I'm all grown up!!!"
The video call ended amidst Yang Yue's startled embarrassment.
Yang Hang checked the time: 6:17 AM.
There was less than two hours until the assembly order activated. With his current Physique of Stellar Body combined with Lord of Causality, let alone two hours, even staying awake for a month would just be a small case.
But he still rolled over.
Deep in the bed, the two bionic maids, who had been waiting quietly, were pulled into his arms, one on each side. One was wearing a thin silk nightgown with a slightly open neckline, her hair scattered in the hollow of his shoulder; the other's pajamas were only fastened with two buttons, curled up in the crook of his arm, the warm, soft sensation filling his embrace.
Yang Hang buried his face in the pillow and mumbled indistinctly.
"Sleep for another hour and a half... wake me up at 7:45."
Both bionic maids responded softly at the same time.
The cabin fell quiet again.
...
Magic Sea Calendar, 14th day, 7:45 AM.
Time until assembly order activation: 15 minutes.
——
At the same moment.
Countless beams of white light descended simultaneously across the Magic Sea.
On the deck of the Little Life Society headquarters Houseboat, President Shen Qing stood by the ship's rail, her long hair lifted by the sea breeze. She tilted her head slightly and nodded to the Vice President, Zhao Zheng, beside her.
Both of them were swallowed by the white light at the same time.
In front of the forging furnace at the Iron Anchor Workshop, Great Master Master Blacksmith Meng Haoran threw the freshly quenched iron billet into the water trough, grabbed the towel draped over his shoulder to wipe his face, and wore a smile of eagerness at the corners of his mouth.
The white light took him away.
At the top of the mast of an independent Houseboat, Gu Qingyi leaned against the mast with one arm crossed, her clothes fluttering. Her expression was indifferent as the wind brushed past the tips of her hair.
When the white light descended, she didn't even open her eyes.
On a dark Houseboat in a deep blue sea area, Qin Lie squatted half-crouched in the shadows of the ship's rail, expressionless, his pupils slightly constricted.
The moment the white light fell, his figure was revealed from the shadows, and then immediately dissipated.
On the flagship of the Blue Sea Chamber of Commerce escort fleet, Chu Ning sat at the bow with his legs crossed, holding a fish bone skewer he'd gotten from who knows where in his mouth, waving grinningly at the Chamber of Commerce members behind him.
When the white light swallowed him, the skewer was still dangling from the corner of his mouth.
On a patrol boat of the Little Life Society, Captain Ye Shuang was explaining work to a colleague. When the white light fell, she gently patted the shoulder of a young girl beside her, said, "I'll bring you something delicious when I get back," and then disappeared into the descending white light.
On the edge of the hunting ground of the Deep Sea Hunter Alliance, Lin Zhaoyang clenched his right fist, blue-white electric arcs crackling between his knuckles. He lifted his chin, his eyes reflecting the lightning, and the corners of his mouth held the flamboyant smile unique to a young man.
The white light fell.
On the deck of an exquisite Silver Grade Houseboat, Su Wanqing stood quietly in the center of the ship, her hands clasped in front of her.
Her face was cold and detached; the sea breeze couldn't move a single strand of her hair—because the air temperature within three feet of her feet had already dropped low enough to frost.
The white light descended. The frost shattered, and she was no longer there.
On the various Houseboats scattered throughout the boundless Magic Sea, distinct figures stood on their respective ships, almost simultaneously enveloped by white light and disappearing from where they stood.
——
On the Fate Platform forum, many Yanhuang Survivors were watching the live streams broadcast by some of the thousand people.
Various comments from the Symphony Realm were refreshed.
"They're gone, they're gone, all gone! The top thousand have all finished teleporting!"
"Great Master Master Blacksmith Meng Haoran's smile was so handsome I took a screenshot!"
"Lin Zhaoyang is really lucky, his lightning talent is truly cool; I'm envious."
"That show-off Chu Ning actually teleported with something in his mouth; isn't he afraid of choking?"
"Sister Su Wanqing is so beautiful... the Ice and Snow Goddess..."
"What about Yang Yue? That little sister with Water Control! Is there a live stream of her?"