11: Chapter 11 is scheduled! Scheduled! Scheduled!

It was changed by Yang Yue. The original name was "Family", which Yang Hang had typed out casually, but she had mocked it for being "tacky as hell."

The group chat was quiet for a moment before Yang Yue was the first to pop up.

"Brother! Did you sleep well last night? My boat house was rocking all night long; I felt like a sock in a washing machine."

Yang Hang replied: "I slept pretty well. I roasted a fish for a midnight snack."

"..."

"You're here just to annoy me, right?"

Mother Yang, Mother, immediately followed up with a message: "Xiao Xing, Mom didn't sleep well all night. I was worried about you and Xiao Yue. Did you check the bottom of your boats like the post said? Is there any leaking?"

"Checked it. No leaks," Yang Hang replied.

Yang Yue: "I checked mine too! Not only was there no leaking, but I also used a speargun to stab a sea snake that tried to climb onto my deck! What was it called in the post? I identified it—a Blue-Striped Thorn Snake. Non-venomous, edible."

"And then?"

"Then I kicked it back into the sea."

"Why?"

"It was too disgusting. It looked like a thick data cable covered in scales."

Yang Hang couldn't help but chuckle. His sister's descriptive ability was top-tier.

Father Yang, Yang Jianguo's, message arrived late, containing only four words: "Are you both okay?"

"I'm good, Dad."

"Yeah, I'm good, Dad!"

Brief, silent, as always. But Yang Hang knew the old man must have read it over several times behind the screen before he could rest easy.

Yang Yue suddenly sent a long voice-to-text message: "Oh right, Brother! That Minor Fate Technique you mentioned yesterday—can it really give us a buff when the fishing point opens at noon today? I'm so nervous right now, it's just like waiting for my college entrance exam results back in the day!"

Yang Hang replied: "It's all arranged. Just waiting for twelve o'clock."

"Really? Are you sure? It won't backfire, will it?"

"When has your brother ever bragged in front of you?"

Yang Yue replied in a second: "Last time you said you'd treat me to Haidilao, but you ended up taking me to the spicy hot pot place downstairs."

"...That was a strategic downgrade in consumption."

Mother Yang interjected: "Xiao Xing, don't push yourself. If the cost is too high, don't force it. Your father and I will be fine either way."

Father Yang added: "Listen to your mother."

Yang Hang stared at these two messages for a few seconds. His fingertip hovered over the input box before he typed out six words: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Yang Yue spammed a string of emojis in the group chat—although the Cause and Effect Fate Platform didn't currently have an emoji function, the girl had managed to piece together a thumbs-up pattern using punctuation marks.

"Brother, you're the best! When I open something good, I'll treat you to bubble tea!"

"Does this world even have bubble tea?"

"Then I'll owe you one!"

Yang Hang exited the group chat, the curve of his lips still not fully retracted.

He leaned against the wall of the boat house and closed his eyes.

He had already thought of the version iteration plan for the Fate Platform last night—domain division, echo channels, positioning Systems, and opening group chats. But he wasn't in a rush to act.

Today was the second day of the trial, and the fishing points would refresh at noon. One point two billion users would collectively experience the second opening of the sunken sea treasure chest.

What kind of information would explode onto the forums then, and what new needs the users would reveal, were all unknowns.

Rather than making rash updates now, it was better to wait for today's data to come in and launch everything at once in the evening.

His intuition told him—never make decisions when information is insufficient.

Wait.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Yang Hang's gaze fell on the fishing point in the center of the boat house, which was glowing with a faint blue light.

Countdown: 00:00:03. 00:00:02. 00:00:01.

[Global Announcement: The second day's fishing points have been refreshed. Each trial participant may fish for one sunken sea treasure chest.]

Yang Hang didn't act immediately. He first closed his eyes and probed his consciousness into the Karmic Void Realm.

Millions of threads of Karma spread out in his mind.

He precisely locked onto four of them—Father, Mother, sister, and himself.

The ends of these four threads of Karma were each connected to the fishing point in the center of their respective boat houses.

Yang Hang's Mental Energy poured out like liquid mercury, seeping along the threads of Karma, and began to rewrite the karmic trajectory of the "fishing result" one by one.

Father—Silver. Mother—Silver. Sister—Silver.

As for himself—Yang Hang's hand, which was plucking the threads of Karma, paused for a moment.

Silver? No, that was too small-minded.

His reserves of essence, energy, and spirit were an abyss fueled by 1.2 billion people; consuming a bit of Gold-tier karmic intervention wouldn't even cause a splash.

Gold.

The thread of Karma trembled violently for a moment, then returned to calm. Locking complete.

Yang Hang opened his eyes, walked to the fishing point, and picked up the fishing rod.

Ten seconds later, a sunken sea treasure chest floated up from the blue light.

The chest was pitch black, its surface covered in golden patterns, with liquid-like light flowing through them.

[Congratulations on obtaining a Gold-tier sunken sea treasure chest!]

Yang Hang pushed open the lid.

The moment the golden light exploded, his pupils suddenly constricted.

Lying in the chest was a palm-sized golden token, with an extremely intricate miniature dock blueprint engraved on its surface. A line of text floated above the token—

[Super Luxury Dock Full Kit (Gold-tier)]

[Includes: Main Hull (300-meter-class ocean-going giant ship), Power Core, Weaponry System, Medical Bay, Living Area, Entertainment Area, Submarine Module, Bionic Service Personnel × 50]

[Weaponry Specs: Main Cannon "Heaven's Punishment"—a single shot can destroy a medium-sized island]

[Special Features: Can switch between three modes: Cruise/Submarine/Combat-Ready]

[Usage: Throw the token into the sea to deploy.]

Yang Hang held the token, stood at the edge of the boat house, and took a deep breath.

The token entered the water.

Boom—the entire sea surface began to shake violently.

The dilapidated wooden house beneath his feet was pushed to one side by the intense energy fluctuations, its wooden planks creaking.

Seawater exploded outward from the spot where the token was thrown, forming a massive whirlpool several hundred meters in diameter.

Then, a ship rose from the center of the whirlpool. No. It couldn't be called a ship. It was a mobile fortress floating on the sea.

The hull was dark gray with smooth lines, its 300-meter length stretching beyond what the eye could see. Various facilities were neatly arranged on the deck—the water of an open-air swimming pool shimmered with a turquoise luster under the sun, a basketball court and a tennis court were laid out in sequence, and at the end of the deck stood a three-story living module, where exquisite decor could be seen through the floor-to-ceiling glass.

On the side of the hull, six gun turrets pointed silently toward the sky. The barrel of the main cannon "Heaven's Punishment" was thick enough for a person to crawl into.

When Yang Hang stepped onto the deck, a row of bionic maids was already lined up on both sides of the gangway. Their uniforms were crisp, their faces exquisite, with diverse features, and their figures ranging from slender to curvaceous. The one at the head bowed slightly to him.

"Welcome home, Master."

Yang Hang opened his mouth, but in the end, he only managed to squeeze out: "...Is there anything to eat?"

"The chef has prepared a twelve-course lunch for you. Please follow me."

Twenty minutes later, Yang Hang sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the restaurant, with steaming red-braised pork, steamed grouper, garlic lobster, vegetable salad, and a bowl of white rice placed in front of him.

Outside the window was the endless, deep blue ocean, sparkling with waves.

He picked up a piece of red-braised pork and popped it into his mouth. The sauce was rich and fragrant, fatty but not greasy, and it melted in his mouth.

His eyes felt a bit hot. It wasn't from being moved; it was from being hungry.

By the time he was eating his third bowl of rice, the family group chat exploded.