136: Chapter 134 Leaping Wins
Yang Hang closed his eyes.
Inside the Karmic Void Realm, the River of Causality surged.
He did not click the matchmaking button floating in his consciousness.
He did something else.
The Power of Causality extended, touching the Karmic line of the Individual Sequence Contest.
This line was very clear. He could see its future branches—if he participated, who his opponents would be, and what the results would be. Every branch pointed to the same end: victory.
What is the essence of the Power of Causality?
It is connecting cause and effect together.
He did not need to actually fight.
He only needed to pull the result "Yang Hang wins in the Individual Sequence Contest" from the future into reality.
With a thought.
The River of Causality branched off a thin stream.
He tested it out with one match first.
Controlling this thin stream of energy, he explored the future node where Yang Hang wins along that Karmic line, then anchored, converged, and dragged it into the present.
The leaderboard jumped.
Yang Hang's name appeared at the bottom of the Individual Sequence Contest leaderboard. Wins: 1.
There was no abnormal feedback.
He manifested two more matches. The leaderboard jumped again, and the win count became 3.
His ranking soared by hundreds of places.
Yang Hang tried manifesting fifteen more matches. The consumption of the River of Causality remained negligible; it was very easy.
Wins: 18.
His ranking jumped from the hundreds into the top ten million.
There were no obstacles.
Yang Hang glanced at the top of the leaderboard.
Hans Weber, Teuton, 61 wins.
The next moment, the River of Causality surged, and a thick Karmic branch rushed toward that line.
62 wins.
The leaderboard flickered.
[Rank 1: Yang Hang (Yanhuang Civilization), Wins: 62]
[Rank 2: Hans Weber (Teuton), Wins: 61]
Yang Hang's name replaced that Teuton, appearing at the top.
For the moment, no one in the Symphony Realm noticed, as most people were still busy with the Sequence War and the food god shrine.
But Yang Hang did not stop.
That was too little.
He didn't want future trouble and wanted to directly establish a sufficiently large lead.
One hundred matches.
The River of Causality branched off even thicker, and the Power of Causality anchored, converged, and dragged the result of one hundred wins within the past hour into reality at once, making it the past.
Success. Wins: 162.
Five hundred matches.
The River of Causality trembled, and the magnitude of consumption went up a level. But with the Tenfold Leverage talent, the consumption was still negligible.
Success. Wins: 662.
On the leaderboard, the number at the top hung there alone, separated from the second place's sixty-one wins by an endless chasm.
Yang Hang looked at this number and thought for a moment.
Ten thousand matches is a bit excessive; let's go with one thousand first.
Even if it doesn't solve it once and for all, it will last for a few days.
The River of Causality surged again, and that thick Karmic branch extended toward the future node of one thousand wins—
But the next moment.
A palpitation.
Not in his body.
It was a signal of palpitation sent back by the Karmic line itself.
The moment that Karmic line he was dragging toward the present touched the one-thousand-win node, it shuddered violently, and at the end of the line, a pitch-black, inscrutable, abyss-like existence emerged.
Yang Hang's expression tightened slightly.
Crisis.
It wasn't a vague premonition of crisis. It was clear, deterministic information fed back to him by the Power of Causality—if this one-thousand-match manifestation fell into reality, he would face a crisis.
And this crisis was somewhat dangerous.
Yang Hang gave up the manifestation within 0.1 seconds.
The tremor of the River of Causality subsided the moment he withdrew. The darkness also dissipated, as if it had never appeared.
But Yang Hang remembered that feeling.
He didn't like being kept in the dark, so he directly mobilized the Power of Causality to trace the cause along the Karmic line that had just triggered the danger.
The answer appeared clearly before him three seconds later.
One thousand matches. A little over an hour.
Even though these matches were results that actually happened in the future pulled into reality by the Power of Causality, they essentially did "happen."
But mapped onto the current timeline—completing one thousand matches within an hour meant the interval between each match was less than four seconds.
This data anomaly would trigger the attention of the Magic Sea.
The Magic Sea, whether looking at the eye he saw initially or any realistic manifestations, clearly possessed administrators and rules.
Some less abnormal things certainly wouldn't attract its attention, but behaviors that might touch the underlying red lines of the Magic Sea's rules, such as frequently fishing for others' sunken sea treasure chests to open Gold Tier items, as well as the operation of manifesting a thousand wins in an hour just now.
Although logically speaking, given Yang Hang's true strength, ending a match in one second would allow for 3600 wins in an hour.
But unfortunately, these one thousand matches were not fought by Yang Hang personally; they were achieved by taking a shortcut.
Once investigated, he could not guarantee whether the Magic Sea had the ability to see the problem.
Yang Hang slowly let out a breath.
He looked back at his 662 wins at the top of the leaderboard.
Second place had 61 wins.
The gap was already big enough, big enough to support him for several days without needing to operate.
As for what to do next.
Yang Hang thought for a moment and made a decision.
There was no need for a one-time, permanent solution. Manifesting once a day, keeping the win count a bit higher than the current top, would suffice.
Spread over six days, the magnitude of the daily increase would be well within the reasonable fluctuation range. When settling on the last day, he only needed to ensure he was number one.
As for this 662 wins now...
Yang Hang looked back at the leaderboard. Second place had 61 wins, third place 59. His 662 wins were hung there.
If an ordinary Survivor's ID sequence were hung at the front, it would indeed be eye-catching.
But replacing it with his, Yang Hang's, main account, everyone would just think it was logical.
Yang Hang withdrew the Power of Causality and opened his eyes.
The Bionic Maid was still waiting on the side, her expression gentle and just right.
He didn't move.
The momentary death palpitation in his mind had completely subsided.
But it had branded a mark in his mind once again.
The Magic Sea is watching.
It doesn't watch every Survivor at every moment, but it has its own bottom line of rules. Exceeding this line will attract its attention.
And being noticed by an existence capable of constructing the entire trial ground—before he was strong enough—was not a good thing.
Yang Hang closed his eyes, immersing himself again in the soft and warm experience, his mind pondering the problem of the Yanhuang Survivors' reduced strength due to the lack of Fate Platform in the Sequence War.
Half-asleep.
He felt that perhaps... he could create something like a physical Fate Platform terminal?
2:37 PM.
The number of online users in the Symphony Realm had doubled in the past twenty minutes.
The reason was simple—the first batch of Survivors participating in the Sequence War had mostly followed the Revival Society's reasonable planning, starting to return on a large scale after an hour and a half of battles.
The moment their consciousness withdrew from the battle space, the first thing most people did was not to check their Houseboat, not to drink water, and not to stretch their stiff bodies.
Nor did they notice that the food god shrine had already opened.
It was to open the leaderboard.
Individual Sequence Contest · Real-time Leaderboard.
The first place came into view.
[Rank 1: Yang Hang (Yanhuang Civilization), Wins: 662]
[Rank 2: Hans Weber (Teuton), Wins: 61]
The Symphony Realm was instantly flooded with messages.
"662????"
"Am I seeing things? Second place is only 61??"
"A gap of more than ten times? What kind of concept is this??"
"Lord Fate Master participated in the Individual Sequence Contest!!!"
"Lord Fate Master is the GOAT!!!!!"
"Some people were worried earlier that the Fate Master wouldn't participate in the Sequence War. Now look at this number, it's a slap in the face!"
"Wait—I just went in and fought for two hours, and when I came out, Lord Fate Master already had over six hundred wins? How did he do it?"
"If you ask, it's just the Fate Master. You don't need to know how he did it; Lord Fate Master is omnipotent."
"662 to 61. Does the second-place Teuton, Hans Weber, know about this gap? What is his mood right now?"
"He probably doesn't want to fight anymore."
"Hahahaha, praying for Hans's psychological shadow area!"
Amidst the excitement and revelry, some people noticed comments that pointed out the key point.
They wondered, wasn't the Fate Master in the top-thousand team? How did he appear on the Individual Sequence leaderboard?
However, these comments were quickly covered up by various replies.
Such as saying, "The Fate Master is so powerful, he can just find a gap to participate in the Individual Sequence Contest."
A mere six hundred points, the Fate Master does one per second, he could solve it in ten minutes?
Some also speculated that Lord Fate Master might have a Clone or something similar.
Once everyone heard that was reasonable, their emotions became even more agitated.
This wave of fanatical emotion spread like a tide. From the returning combat-type Survivors to the logistics personnel who had been staying on the Houseboats, to the ordinary auntie uploading food to the food god shrine—everyone was ignited by this number.