110: Chapter 109 Hello! Nice to meet you!
A crisp, loud, and instantly recognizable female voice came from behind, piercing through all the clamor on the Fate Platform.
The voice was high-pitched, bright, and had great penetrating power.
It also carried an irrepressible joy that was about to overflow.
Yang Hang paused his steps.
He turned around.
In the crowd, a young girl with a high ponytail, carrying a Silver Grade long halberd on her back, and wearing a light blue combat suit, was standing on tiptoes, waving frantically in this direction.
Her ponytail swayed back and forth, her eyes were as bright as if they contained two stars, and the smile on her face was so radiant it almost outshone the twin suns.
Yang Hang recognized her.
He hadn't seen her for fourteen days; this girl had changed into a light blue combat suit, carrying her long halberd diagonally, her ponytail tied high, looking incredibly energetic. She was a completely different person from the pitiful little thing with red eyes and a muffled voice in the video last night.
He had just raised his right hand—
Yang Yue had already rushed over.
Not walking. Rushing.
Weaving through the gaps of three or four people, her pace quickened, and with the last two steps, she kicked off the ground and jumped.
Standing at 1.7 meters tall, she lunged at her 1.8-meter-tall brother.
Her arms hooked around his neck, and she hung onto him.
"Brother—! I missed you so much!!"
The crisp voice exploded right against Yang Hang's eardrum.
Yang Hang's body swayed instinctively. It wasn't that he was unstable—with the physique enhanced by the Stellar Body, let alone hanging one younger sister, he wouldn't budge even if ten were hanging on him. He was simply startled by the sudden commotion.
Before he could speak, Yang Yue's legs had already clamped around his waist, holding on tight. The muscles on her inner thighs were taut, slender yet powerful—the real strength cultivated from over ten days of Water Control and halberd training.
She shimmied up, resting her head on his right shoulder, her long hair brushing against his chin.
Several survivors who were exchanging pleasantries nearby all looked over in unison.
Yang Hang reached back to support her waist to keep her from sliding down. The moment his arm wrapped around her, he realized—this girl had lost weight.
Fourteen days of survival in the Magic Sea, even with the material support he provided secretly, could not compare to life before the Transmigration.
His heart softened slightly.
He was just about to free one hand to pat her head.
Then he felt the hair on the back of his head being gently pushed aside.
The movement was small, hidden within the momentum of the hug; if his five senses hadn't been far superior to ordinary people, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.
Immediately after, the head resting on his right shoulder tilted slightly.
Yang Yue's voice came from beside his ear, her tone carrying a very serious, investigative cadence.
"Brother, the mole on the back of your neck really doesn't look quite the same as the one on the Fate Master's neck, huh."
Yang Hang's hand stopped in mid-air.
The warmth on his face was covered by a thin layer of black lines.
Ah.
So it wasn't an emotional outburst of missing him.
It was to inspect the goods.
No wonder she insisted on lunging, insisted on hanging on him, and insisted on resting her head on his shoulder—the angle was perfect for seeing the back of his neck.
This girl had probably been pondering this since the video call ended last night.
Yang Hang shook his head helplessly.
If he hadn't used body manipulation to fine-tune the shape and position of that mole before setting off, changing it from a circle to an oval...
...he might have really been discovered by his own sister today.
His hand, paused for two seconds, descended again, pressing onto the top of Yang Yue's head, his fingers sinking into her soft hair as he patted her.
"Are you done looking?"
His voice was calm with a hint of gentleness, as if he were asking what to eat today.
"If you're done, get down."
He paused.
"People around are watching."
Yang Yue's body shuddered.
She slowly unhooked her legs from him, her feet touched the ground, she stepped back half a step, and looked up at her brother's expression.
"Hehe..."
An awkward laugh leaked from the corners of her mouth; she twisted her hands behind her back and drew circles on the ground with her toes.
"Big brother is the best, you won't be angry, right?"
She pressed her hands together, bowed, tilted her head, and revealed a canine tooth.
Yang Hang looked down at her.
"Do you want me to take off my shirt so you can measure my body fat percentage? Maybe check my blood type while you're at it? Do a DNA comparison?"
"No, no, no!" Yang Yue waved her hands like an electric fan. "Confirmation complete! My brother is not the Fate Master! One hundred percent not! That mole is completely different! The shape is wrong too! And the position is off by two centimeters!"
She said it resolutely.
Yang Hang curled his lips: "Then do you still guess that your brother is the Fate Master?"
"Not guessing anymore! It's a fantasy! I was just overthinking it!"
"Fine." Yang Hang nodded. "Remember what you said today. Guess less in the future."
"I'll definitely be careful." Yang Yue extended her pinky finger and shook it. "Pinky swear?"
"Get lost."
"Hehe, hehe."
She giggled, grabbed Yang Hang's sleeve, and pulled him toward the depths of the platform.
"Let's go, let's go, I'll show you around here! So many amazing people! There was an old man who just opened up the sea surface with one shout! And there's a big sister who can freeze dozens of meters of seawater into ice! Brother, come quickly—"
Yang Hang was dragged along by her, his footsteps following at a steady pace.
For the next half hour or so, Yang Yue dragged him all over every corner of the platform.
During this time, they also received a video call from their parents, confirming that everyone had arrived safely.
Everywhere Yang Yue went, she was like a canary released from a cage.
Over in the supply area, a burly man with the [Lava Fist] talent was showing people the magma cracks on the surface of his fists, orange-red light flowing between his knuckles. Yang Yue leaned in to watch for three seconds, let out a "So cool," and then dragged the burly man to take a photo together.
A few steps further, Master Blacksmith Meng Haoran from the Iron Anchor Workshop was bending a Bronze Grade iron rod with his bare hands while surrounded by a crowd. The forty-four-year-old master blacksmith didn't change his expression as he bent the rod into a perfect ring and handed it to someone nearby. Yang Yue clapped until her hands turned red.
In a corner, a young female survivor was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a dozen Rotten Wood Class daggers floating around her, their tips tracing complex trajectories. Yang Yue squatted down to watch for five minutes, without blinking once.
Yang Hang followed behind, hands in his pockets, like a background prop.
Then, someone appeared beside Yang Yue.
A girl wearing a brownish-green tactical work suit had appeared beside her, though he didn't know when.
As the two were watching a survivor demonstrate the [Sonic Shaping] talent—vibrating seawater into various three-dimensional shapes—they both let out an exclamation at almost the same time.
"Wow—!"
The two voices overlapped, the tone exactly the same.
The two turned their heads to look at each other simultaneously.
Then they laughed at the same time.
"You also think this is super cool, right!" Yang Yue spoke first.
"Yes! And that water dolphin is so cute!" The girl in the brownish-green tactical suit replied, speaking even faster than Yang Yue.
Yang Hang stood three steps away and saw the girl's face clearly.
A sharply cut short tactical jacket with a slightly raised collar. A thin chain necklace at her collarbone, dangling a brownish-green metal piece. High-waisted tactical shorts, dark high-elastic combat stockings, mid-calf combat boots.
He was too familiar with the whole set of equipment.
Because he had made it himself.
President Lu Xingye.
That eighteen-year-old pre-college girl who was once ragged and so embarrassed on the sea she couldn't even speak properly. One million karma points exchanged for a treasure chest opening, which also brought about a turning point in fate.
Standing here now, she radiated a brilliance completely different from thirteen days ago. It wasn't faked; it was a confidence that grew from her bones.
The president of the God-Seeing Society with nine hundred million fan members.
The biggest influencer on the Fate Platform.
The nation's youth goddess.
Yang Hang withdrew his gaze.
President Lu Xingye and Yang Yue had been chatting for less than two minutes and were already arm-in-arm.
"My name is Yang Yue! Eighteen years old! Water Control! How about you?"
"President Lu Xingye! Also eighteen! I don't have a combat talent, but I am the president of the number one support club for my Fate Master, hehe."
"I know, I know! The God-Seeing Society! I followed it! You are that President Lu Xingye!!"
"You are that Yang Yue! The Water Control water tornado one! I've watched your video three times!!"
The two pointed at each other and screamed.
Yang Yue immediately pulled Yang Hang over: "Oh right, this is my brother! Yang Hang! Gold Tier talent Little Luck Technique! Super amazing!"
President Lu Xingye looked at Yang Hang.
Yang Hang returned a normal, polite smile.
"Hello."
President Lu Xingye's gaze rested on him for less than a second.
"Hello! Yang Yue's brother, right? Nice to meet you!"
Her smile was sincere and enthusiastic, her tone natural and generous.