113: Chapter 112 Five Million Causal Points

On the platform, Zheng Yuanshan tapped the megaphone twice, the crisp metallic sound silencing the entire crowd.

"I'll get straight to the point."

"Our Revival Society hasn't slept a wink all night. We've audited everyone's submitted Personal Information Panel, talent attributes, and combat footage. Based on the requirements for the 5v5 Faction Sequence Battle, we've drafted a list of two hundred pre-assigned teams. Each team has the reasoning for its composition noted—who plays the front line, who handles crowd control, who is responsible for damage output, and who provides backup."

"At the same time, each team is equipped with a dedicated analyst responsible for answering questions and providing tactical coordination guidance."

President Lu Xingye let out a soft gasp and looked at Yang Yue in disbelief.

Yang Yue didn't have time to pay attention to her; she was busy desperately poking Yang Hang's profile with her gaze.

Yang Hang's face darkened. "I'll do my best."

On the platform, Zheng Yuanshan continued, "I know many of you already have preferred teammates in mind. So, let me be clear—the plan we've provided is a reference, not an order. If you accept this distribution plan, you will enjoy having a dedicated analyst with your team. If you don't accept it, you can form your own teams. We will establish an online analysis center to provide temporary consultation channels, but there will be no dedicated personnel following your team."

"Besides that—" He glanced at a thin sheet of paper in his hand, "You are free to participate in the individual sequence battles; the Revival Society will not interfere. The first cycle of the 5v5 Faction Sequence Battle lasts a total of six days, and we have already conducted expert research to create a detailed plan."

He raised the paper.

"How many matches to play at the limit each day, when to eat and rest, when to guard against Magic Sea beast attacks, and when to enter deep sleep to recover mental energy—it's all on this sheet. We estimate that teams following this plan within the six days can unleash over ninety percent of their potential."

The nodding below the stage was almost synchronized. The comment section of the Fate Platform was also filled with agreement.

"It's really good to have the Revival Society..." "This plan alone is worth the price of admission." "General Zheng and his people have truly done things thoroughly."

Yang Yue tugged on Yang Hang's sleeve, refusing to let go, her mouth silently mouthing three words— "Hurry and exert your power."

President Lu Xingye comforted her from the side, "Don't be anxious, Xiao Yue. The list was already decided a long time ago; even gods can't change the past. Although Brother Yang's talent is Gold Tier, he isn't a god either..."

Yang Hang nodded, but his gaze didn't fall on Yang Yue or the other girl; instead, it landed on the old man with a straight back on the platform, the corners of his mouth curving slightly.

Yang Yue let out a sigh of despair.

Just as the sounds of discussion began to rise throughout the venue, Zheng Yuanshan raised the Silver Grade megaphone again.

The sound waves vibrated, and all noise within the hundred-meter-square crowd was silenced within two seconds.

"However—"

As soon as these two words were spoken, all conversation in the venue ceased abruptly.

Everyone looked up.

Zheng Yuanshan's expression didn't change, but his tone was noticeably heavier.

"There has been a change in plans."

One thousand pairs of eyes focused simultaneously. The live stream comments on the Fate Platform instantly flooded the screen.

"At midnight last night, the Fate Platform updated with two new features. The Spatial Backpack—you have all experienced it. Good stuff, truly remarkable stuff. On behalf of the entire Revival Society, I thank the Fate Master."

Applause broke out.

Zheng Yuanshan didn't wait for the applause to die down before continuing directly.

He paused slightly.

"The main point is the second one—the Karma Enhancement Realm."

As soon as these three words were spoken, the breathing rhythm of many people below the stage changed.

"Upgrading from Rotten Wood to Bronze costs ten to one hundred karma points. After last night, I believe most survivors are living in Bronze Grade Houseboats and possess Bronze Grade equipment and weapons. This is a benefit the Fate Master has secured for all ordinary survivors, and I will not accept any arguments against that."

"Upgrading from Bronze to Silver costs one hundred to one hundred thousand. It varies, but it has given the vast majority of survivors a path to promotion."

"But upgrading from Silver to Gold—"

He slowed his speaking pace.

"Starts at one hundred thousand karma points, with no upper limit. Any item or weapon with even a slight attack attribute basically costs four to five hundred thousand for targeted enhancement. Most people can't afford it. The discussions on the Fate Platform are correct; at this price, almost only large organizations can afford it."

"Including our Revival Society."

He looked down at the crowd.

"Precisely because we can afford it, the original agenda of the conference must be changed."

The noise vanished completely. One thousand pairs of eyes were nailed to him.

"The Faction Sequence Battle concerns the survival of our civilization; it is worth us giving our all."

His gaze swept across the entire venue.

"Therefore, in addition to the originally planned team reference schemes, schedules, and analyst assignments—we are adding a combat selection."

"The rules are simple. The core personnel of the two hundred pre-assigned teams will act as captains to select teammates on-site, a two-way selection process. You can choose according to our plan, or you can choose according to your own preferences. Self-nomination is also allowed. After half an hour of team formation, there will be a draw for head-to-head battles. The winners advance, and the losers are eliminated; there is no loser's bracket. The team that fights all the way to the end and wins the final—"

Zheng Yuanshan's voice dropped, and then he spoke word by word.

"The Revival Society will fund at least five million karma points to provide each of these five individuals with a set of Gold Tier equipment targeted and adapted to their own talents."

"Furthermore." Zheng Yuanshan's voice drowned out all the noise, "This equipment can be used for the individual sequence battles. After the Faction Sequence Battle ends, it would be best if you are willing to become an official member of the Renaissance; if not, you can just hold the title of an external member of the Revival Society, and the equipment will still belong to you for free."

"Even—for teams that make it into the top sixteen, the Revival Society will also provide varying degrees of karma points and enhancement support based on the final rankings."

He put down the megaphone.

The entire venue seemed to have been hit with a pause button.

One second. Two seconds.

Five million karma points! Gold Tier!

These three words smashed into the consciousness of the one thousand people, even more powerfully than the announcement of the Magic Sea Beast Tide.

The comment section of the Fate Platform live stream went completely out of control.

"Gold Tier equipment! Targeted enhancement! Adapted to talents! One for each person!"

"Five million karma points... Has the Revival Society emptied its entire treasury for this?"

"It's not emptying the treasury; it's an investment. If the Faction Sequence Battle is won, the return is the future of the entire civilization. Anyone can do that math."

"My only emotion right now is—why wasn't I selected."

"Brother, me too. My merit ranking is one thousand and three, just three spots off. My mentality is already shattered."

"Don't talk about it; I didn't get selected even though I was in the top one thousand. My talent wasn't a fit, and my resume got rejected. I hate it."

"Don't hate it, user above. Even if you were selected, could you beat those one thousand people?"

"I couldn't beat them, but at least I could watch others fight in person. That would be worth it!"

"You say that as if you aren't watching the live stream right now."

"Is watching a live stream the same as being there in person?!"

There were also calm voices surfacing.

"Let's be serious—whoever wins the championship will take off immediately. Gold Tier equipment paired with a Silver Grade talent will boost combat power by an entire major tier!"

"More than just a tier! A Silver Grade talent with Gold Tier equipment could even rival a Gold Tier talent. Fighting high-tier Magic Sea beasts would be like chopping vegetables, and they wouldn't be without the power to resist even super high-tier overlords!"

"The key is still the targeted enhancement! Adapted to your own talent! This means it's not just giving you any random Gold Tier piece of equipment, but something tailor-made!"

"The Revival Society's move is too smart. Using Gold Tier equipment as a prize forces everyone to show their true strength. Once this selection tournament is finished, the strongest five-person team of the Yanhuang Civilization will automatically surface, and they can go straight to fighting the Faction Sequence Battle. Killing two birds with one stone."

"More than two birds. There are also rewards for the top sixteen, which is equivalent to supporting sixteen elite teams in batches. They are using an internal tournament to both figure out and maximize the entire camp's combat power echelon at once."

"General Zheng has fought wars his whole life; he knows these things inside out."

On the platform, the reaction of the one thousand people was more direct than the comments.

Almost all the passive leaks from Silver Grade talent or skill holders erupted collectively at that moment—the frost under Su Wanqing's feet spread over three meters away, the electric arcs at Lin Zhaoyang's fingertips crackled for several seconds, and the right arm of that guy named Guan Tiezhu petrified all the way to his elbow.

Even the usually calm Gu Qingyi widened her eyes slightly.

After about three or four seconds, the excitement gradually settled, replaced by more practical thinking.

The gazes of the one thousand people began to wander, sizing up, evaluating, and calculating among each other.

Who should team up with whom?

How to form the teams?

Who is the optimal solution?