163: Chapter 160 The Unnoticed Notice

Yang Hang activated the Fate Platform and edited a notification in the System email function. It wasn't a homepage pop-up global announcement, just a quiet System email sitting in the inbox.

[life ring Basic Function Debugging Notification]

[The life ring will undergo a micro-iteration of its basic functions today at 24:00. At that time, the life ring will randomly go silent for approximately 0.01 seconds before automatically recovering. All Survivors, please be mindful of your usage time and avoid performing critical operations during this period.]

Send.

In the email inboxes of 3.67 billion Fate Platform accounts, a small, inconspicuous red dot appeared.

The vast majority of Yanhuang Survivors were busy fighting in the Sequence War, hunting Magic Sea beasts, browsing the Trading Realm, or chatting. Emails? Who checks emails?

Not to mention the Survivors from other civilizations. They had received their life rings less than a day ago, the excitement of having their posting permissions unlocked hadn't worn off, and the Symphony Realm was buzzing with heated conversation; who would bother to check an email notification in the corner?

Midnight.

Exactly zero hundred hours.

Across the entire Magic Sea, 3.67 billion life rings went dark simultaneously.

On the silver-gray metal wristbands, the pale blue glow vanished.

0.01 seconds.

All life rings lit up again.

It was so fast that the vast majority of Survivors didn't even notice.

Some people who were sleeping had no idea what had happened. Some people fighting in the Sequence Battle thought their eyes had played tricks on them. Some people who were chatting saw their screens flicker and just assumed it was a normal signal fluctuation.

No one cared.

But after the life ring's holographic projection screen stabilized again—

In the bottom-left corner of the screen, a tiny icon appeared quietly.

It was black and white, a human silhouette outlined in simple strokes. No facial features, no details.

It looked like a highly simplified alien image.

It just stayed there. No flickering, no glowing, no pop-up prompts.

It was as if it had always been there.

After the Alola Type I Intelligent Entity, the magic sea compass data interface, and the Gold Tier biological chip completed their Fusion and connection within the underlying architecture of the Cause and Effect Fate Platform, Yang Hang exited the Karmic Void Realm and lay back down on that luxurious sofa.

He picked up the red wine glass, took a sip of orange juice, and then didn't bother with it anymore.

The Alola entity's database was a blank slate. To form a complete Combat Assistance System, having analysis capabilities and hardware interfaces wasn't enough—it needed to be fed massive amounts of combat data.

The talent mechanisms of Survivors, the attack patterns of Magic Sea beasts, damage feedback from various weapons, and the correlation between Qi/spirit/essence values and combat behavior... these things were quite complex. The ten days Alola mentioned might not be enough; even with precise estimation, without increasing learning time, and even if it could be reduced by a few days, it should still take seven or eight days.

No need to rush.

Anyway, the timeline for the Sequence War was still long.

Just let it hang in the underlying layer of the life ring, connect to the magic sea compass data streams of over three billion Survivors, and let it learn quietly.

But Yang Hang's vision for Alola went far beyond just combat assistance.

He leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, tapped his fingers unconsciously against the glass, his mind already spinning with ideas.

The Combat Assistance System was the first step. That was fine; let it get its fill of data first.

Assisting Magic Sea scientific research and development—the specialized academy for the revival of the Red Magic Sea had been established for over a week, and Zheng Yuanshan and his group were working desperately on technological breakthroughs. However, limited by the unique nature of the Magic Sea environment and primitive scientific conditions, their progress could be described with the words "sympathy-inducing."

If a portion of Alola's galactic-level data analysis computing power were diverted to connect to the academy's R&D System, efficiency would increase by at least several orders of magnitude.

Thinking further down—Fate Platform customer service.

With over three billion users on the Fate Platform now, and functions increasing, various usage issues, bug reports, and transaction disputes... were all left to the Survivors to answer for each other in the forums.

If Alola could split off a secondary AI program to act as official customer service, providing 24-hour online Q&A, the user experience would be instantly maximized.

And further—

Alola could split into 40 billion independent auxiliary programs.

40 billion.

Could he... could he also sell AI?

Offer secondary AI as a paid value-added service for the life ring, open for Survivors to purchase? Daily life assistance AI, beast-hunting path planning AI, resource collection optimization AI... break down the functions, sell each for dozens or hundreds of karma points, and that would be another massive channel for karma points income.

Yang Hang curled the corner of his mouth.

Possible. Completely feasible.

But none of this could be rushed. One step at a time.

For now, the priority was still to get the Combat Assistance System made. The rest could wait until Alola's data accumulation reached a certain level.

The thing was already embedded in the life ring; let it learn slowly, grow slowly.

Yang Hang drained the orange juice in one gulp and put down the red wine glass.

—

Magic Sea Calendar, Day 17.

The double suns hung high, casting two overlapping golden rays across the sea surface.

Yang Hang went to his parents' and younger sister's place in the morning, ate breakfast and lunch with them, and didn't return until noon.

At this time, the fishing spot refreshed on schedule.

What Yang Hang opened this time was one of the three Gold Tier candidate items he had simultaneously locked in when he was scouring for energy-related talents on the 14th day.

Tenfold Leverage was the first choice, and it was already in his hands. He had been eyeing the remaining two for a long time.

So, today!

"Energy Primer"

Gold Tier knowledge-type book.

The treasure chest opened, golden light exploded!

A thin book with a blank cover floated in the center of the light.

No text, no patterns. But the moment Yang Hang's Power of Causality touched it, the "Book of Myriad Worlds" automatically operated, and massive amounts of information surged from the pages, pouring directly into his consciousness.

The essence of energy! Energy conversion! Energy amplification! Energy compression! Energy release paths! Energy decay curves! Energy resonance frequency! What is energy...

Yang Hang closed his eyes.

He mobilized his Power of Causality, dragging a causal thread from the future where he had mastered the Energy Primer into reality. In an instant, his understanding of energy began to form, and within a few seconds, he had fully mastered it.

Yang Hang opened his eyes.

Then he began the real deduction.

Tenfold Leverage—leveraging one unit of energy into ten units of energy.

He had awakened this talent for two days, but he had remained stuck at knowing the "what" without knowing the "why." This was a common ailment for all Survivors possessing talents in the Magic Sea.

Yang Hang was no exception.

The core mechanism of Tenfold Leverage was "achieving much with little."

But how to achieve it? From which dimension? In what way to leverage? How to control the energy decay curve after leveraging? Would there be a backlash after exceeding the threshold?

These questions, relying solely on intuition and the Power of Causality to brute-force, were too inefficient.

But now he had the "Energy Primer."

The energy conversion efficiency formula, compression limit parameters, resonance amplification paths—the moment these theoretical frameworks combined with the instinct of the Tenfold Leverage talent, it was as if someone had opened a window in Yang Hang's mind.

No.

It was as if someone had torn down a wall.

He saw the execution logic of Tenfold Leverage.

In an instant, he had some principle-level understanding of this talent.

So, if his understanding of energy was deep enough, could he really—

Yang Hang took a deep breath, suppressing his surging thoughts.

"Take it slow."

He sat cross-legged in the center of the training room, closed his eyes, and began the long process of deduction and practice.

—

And during the time Yang Hang was fully immersed in self-improvement.

On the Fate Platform, a small wave of discussion about the life ring was quietly brewing.

The first to notice was a Yanhuang Survivor who was fighting in the Individual Sequence Contest.

His name was Fang Yifei, 23 years old, holder of the Silver Grade talent "Wind Blade Slash," and ranked in the top 300 in individual battle victories. By the fourth day of the Sequence War, he had developed the habit of glancing at his life ring during combat intervals—to check the changes in his Qi/spirit/essence values and browse the weather warnings.

This morning at 7:42, he had just finished an individual battle and, taking advantage of the matchmaking interval, looked down at the life ring's holographic projection screen—

When his gaze swept over the bottom-left corner, his footsteps paused.

An icon. Black and white. A human silhouette outlined in simple strokes. No facial features, no details.

Like a highly simplified... alien?

He frowned and reached out to tap it. No response. He tapped it again. Still no response.