148: Chapter 145 God Cannot Lose to an Ordinary Person Like Me

Yang Hang opened his eyes.

A white light flashed and vanished deep within his pupils.

"Try again."

Hearing this, Michael immediately lowered his head, raised his right hand, and tapped the "magic sea compass" button on his watch screen.

He pressed it.

One second.

A pale blue light lit up on the watch screen.

The next instant, a radar map centered on Michael Carter unfolded in the Void Realm before him.

Green light dots. Red light dots. Blue color blocks.

— It was an interface identical to the magic sea compass Michael had used during the second Magic Sea Beast Tide.

Michael's eyes widened abruptly.

He recognized this interface.

He recognized it all too well.

That night during the second Magic Sea Beast Tide, it was this magic sea compass that had saved his life. The sea area scan marked the movement trajectories of sea beasts, the weather warning helped him avoid the center of the storm, and the resource map allowed him to find supplies amidst the chaos.

He couldn't possibly have mistaken it.

The green light dots marked — although there was no actual distribution of resources in the consciousness space, the compass faithfully scanned the energy composition of the entire space, marking Yang Hang's ultra-luxurious Houseboat and Michael's own warship, and even displaying the precise distance between the two ships.

The red light dot area — blank.

There were no sea beasts in the consciousness space.

The blue color blocks — uniform.

There were no weather changes in the consciousness space.

But it was running, and the function itself had no abnormalities.

Michael raised his head and looked at Yang Hang.

"It... it worked!" His voice trembled slightly. "Lord Fate Master, the compass has activated!"

"Is it the same as the one you used in the Magic Sea before?" Yang Hang asked.

"Exactly the same!" Michael nodded, his tone firm. "The interface is the same, the functions are the same, and the scan feedback is the same. If we were in the real Magic Sea, the sea beast locations and resource distribution would definitely display normally."

Yang Hang nodded slightly.

It was a success.

Although this forceful method of connecting Karma lines was indeed higher in energy consumption than the misaligned spacetime he had initially envisioned, these issues — high manufacturing costs, large consumption of Karma energy — could all be optimized later.

The core problem had been solved.

The Fate Platform functions could be used within the consciousness space of the Sequence War.

Yang Hang stepped forward and gently patted Michael on the shoulder.

"Thank you for helping me test this."

Michael felt the force on his shoulder — it was light, casual, just like a pat on the shoulder between friends.

But he almost lost his composure.

The Fate Master had patted his shoulder.

He took a deep breath, trying hard to keep his voice steady.

"It is my honor to be able to help you, Lord Fate Master."

Yang Hang took the watch off his wrist and put it back on his own.

"There is one more thing," Yang Hang said, his tone calm. "The content of this test needs to remain confidential. Therefore, I will erase your memory regarding today's match. From the time you entered the matchmaking queue until the end of the match, the memory of this period will be replaced with a normal combat experience."

He paused.

"I will give you the victory for this match."

Michael was stunned for a moment.

Then he shook his head frantically.

"No, no, no!" His voice shot up several octaves. "Lord Fate Master, this is absolutely not allowed!"

Yang Hang raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You are a god-like existence!" Michael's expression was incredibly serious, his scarred face full of stubbornness. "A god cannot lose to an ordinary person like me. A virtual victory means nothing to me, but for you — no matter where it is, no matter who the opponent is, you should always be the winner."

His tone carried a sense of piety.

"This is not a matter of a single match; this is... this is a matter of principle."

Yang Hang looked at him without speaking.

Michael took a deep breath, as if having made some kind of resolution.

"Lord Fate Master," he lowered his head slightly, his voice softening, but every word was clear. "Erasing my memory is fine. The victory is also yours, it must be yours."

"But if possible... I only have one small request."

He raised his head, his light brown eyes filled with a trace of humble anticipation.

"I know the Fate Platform has many restrictions on us Survivors from foreign civilizations. I understand. If it were me, I would also prioritize protecting the interests of my own civilization."

"But if there is a chance in the future... Could you consider, Lord Fate Master, giving us Survivors from the Stars and Stripes... no, giving all Survivors from foreign civilizations who have been invited to join the Fate Platform, a few more functions?"

"Even if it's just a little bit more, that would be enough."

After saying this, he didn't add any further reasoning. He didn't complain about his predicament, didn't list the hardships of Survivors from foreign civilizations, and didn't engage in any emotional manipulation.

It was just a very simple, very straightforward request.

Then he straightened his body.

"Alright, Lord Fate Master. I am ready. You may erase it."

Yang Hang looked at him.

A few seconds of silence.

"Then I will begin."

Yang Hang's voice was gentle.

He did not refuse the request.

But he did not promise anything either.

Then the Power of Causality began to operate.

The world before Michael Carter began to blur.

It wasn't a visual blur — it was the feeling of memories being extracted. It felt like a page being gently pulled from a book, the empty space left behind quickly filled by another page.

His expression gradually relaxed, and the complex emotions in his eyes — shock, awe, anticipation, humility — receded like a tide, eventually turning into a normal, slightly weary calmness.

The Power of Causality completely covered the real Karma line corresponding to this memory. In its place was a new memory: He had been matched with a powerful Survivor from the Yanhuang Civilization, the opponent's giant ship had too much firepower, and after he charged forward, he was blown away by a single shot, losing cleanly and decisively, nothing special.

Overwriting complete.

Michael Carter's consciousness began to blur, and he was about to be logged out of the consciousness space.

Yang Hang transferred 10,000 karma points into his account.

Then he ended the match.

White light surged again.

—

Yang Hang returned to reality.

He leaned back on the recliner in the ultra-luxurious Houseboat, and the Bionic Maid silently handed him a glass of warm water.

He took it and drank a sip.

The black watch on his left wrist rested quietly against his skin.

The experiment was a success.

Although the concept of misaligned spacetime had failed, this brute-force scheme of grafting Karma lines had succeeded easily.

Next was to determine the hardware body for the Life Platform Peripheral Terminal and its production line, and then to find an AI powerful enough to support his required ideas.

He examined the search and screening situation of his Divided Soul in the Fate Platform.

The result was quite nice: among the tens of billions of trade items listed on the Karma trading Fate Platform, he simply could not find a complete from-zero-to-one production line for smart devices like mobile phones, watches, or bracelets that met his requirements.

There were plenty of individual technological products.

But Yang Hang needed a large quantity.

Should he use tomorrow's sunken sea treasure chest for this?

If he did that, the AI for data collection would be delayed by another day.

Or, actually, for the AI for data collection and learning analysis, his Divided Soul had managed to collect thousands of items in the Fate Platform ranging from Bronze Grade to Silver Grade.

Could he just choose one and upgrade it to Gold Tier?

Yang Hang thought about it, but ultimately rejected this option.