207: Chapter 203 Personal Visit

(The timeline in the previous two chapters was incorrect, I've fixed it.)

Yang Hang's life ring vibrated.

It wasn't a notification from the System or the bank. It was the group chat of the Yang Family Courtyard.

Sender: Yang Yue.

Seven messages in one breath.

[Yang Yue: Brother, brother, brother!!!!]

[Yang Yue: Fate Master has made a move!! Causality Bank!! The official one!! My karma points are saved!!!]

[Yang Yue: What you said before actually came true! You said Fate Master would make a move! He really did!!!]

[Yang Yue: Oh my god, Fate Master is so handsome!!! Dealing with the Council of Thirteen so quickly, ruthlessly, and steadily! And then building a bank himself! This vision, this scale! I love Fate Master! From now on, Fate Master is my idol!!!]

[Yang Yue: I've decided, I want to marry Fate Master in the future!!!]

[Yang Yue: Brother, did you see it! Reply to me! Are you busy again!!]

[Yang Yue: Yang Hang!!!]

Yang Hang looked at the screen, his expression indescribable.

[Yang Hang: ...You need to sober up.]

[Yang Hang: You don't even know what Fate Master looks like.]

[Yang Yue: What he looks like doesn't matter! The handsomeness of the Soul radiates from the inside out!]

[Yang Hang: Fine, as long as you're happy.]

[Yang Yue: Brother, you aren't jealous, are you, hahahaha! Don't worry, in my heart, you rank second! Fate Master is first!]

[Yang Hang: Thanks, no ranking needed.]

[Yang Yue: Teehee, don't worry, Brother. Although Fate Master is my idol, the one I love most is still you~ After all, an idol won't transfer five hundred karma points to me, right~]

Yang Hang saw this sentence, his mouth twitched, and he didn't reply.

Five seconds passed.

[Yang Hang: If you have many karma points, just deposit them in the bank, don't get scammed again.]

[Yang Yue: Yessir! (Salute.jpg)]

Yang Hang closed the chat interface and scrolled through the comments in the Symphony Realm.

In the upper right corner of the life ring, Alola's bank data notification kept pulsing.

[Causality Bank · Head Office Real-time Deposit Broadcast —]

[Current Total Deposits: 112,847,291,063 karma points.]

[Time Online: 10 minutes.]

Ten minutes, over ten billion.

Yang Hang glanced at it without surprise. With over 1.3 billion active users, an average deposit of less than 100 points was enough.

He continued scrolling through comments, occasionally scanning the data.

An hour later.

[Current Total Deposits: 517,663,482,190 karma points.]

[Current account ratio: 67.3%.]

[Fixed deposit ratio: 32.7%.]

[Total depositors: 842 million.]

[Still growing.]

Fifty billion.

Yang Hang did the math in his head. At a weekly interest rate of 0.5%, the weekly interest expenditure for fifty billion in current deposits was nearly two billion karma points. Before the branches were built, this interest would be fully borne by the head office, which was his own energy pool.

Not a small number.

But he just smiled knowingly.

The energy earned from over a billion Survivors was taken from the people anyway.

Two billion karma points seemed like a lot, but from the Survivors' perspective, calculating it one-to-one meant he had already taken a large cut.

What's more, most of these karma points were spent with him, and he took a cut of that spending too.

In other words, in reality, he might only need to spend the actual energy of four or five hundred million karma points.

For Yang Hang, who had over three billion Survivors and generated tens of billions of points of Karma energy daily.

It was a drop in the bucket; handing out benefits, he didn't care about these peanuts.

"Alola."

The white model projection appeared.

"Hand over the subsequent branch audits, daily operations, and risk supervision of the Causality Bank to you. Call me if you encounter any major issues that require my decision."

"Received, Master. There are currently six branch applications in the review queue, expected to complete the preliminary review within two hours."

"Hmm."

—

After Yang Hang handed the subsequent affairs of the Causality Bank to Alola, he did not immediately leave the deck.

He leaned on the lounge chair, closed his eyes to sunbathe, feeling the faint strengthening fluctuations brought by the sunset through his Stellar Body.

The Fate Platform Divided Soul was running quietly in the background of his consciousness, and massive data streams flowed in and out like tides—the public opinion trends of the Symphony Realm, the bank's real-time deposit curve, the progress of branch application reviews, the internal dynamics of major organizations...

Suddenly, a message marked with a special color emerged from the data stream.

It wasn't a System prompt, nor an emergency warning. It was a piece of feedback from an ordinary user in the "Suggestion Collection Feedback Channel" of the Fate Platform's AI Customer Service.

Mixed in with tens of thousands of suggestions and complaints, it was inconspicuous.

But the Fate Platform Divided Soul picked it out and let Alola present it to Yang Hang.

The reason was simple—the Fate Platform Divided Soul was him. He knew what would interest himself.

Yang Hang opened his eyes and scanned the feedback.

Sender ID: Lin Huaiyuan, Second Chief of the Council of Thirteen.

The content was short, the wording was flat, mixed with a display of his past honor contributions, disguised as a suggestion for improving the Fate Platform's functions from an ordinary Survivor.

But a sentence was embedded between the lines.

"If Fate Master is willing, this old man is willing to trade his remaining life for a chance at a fresh start for the 3,700 ordinary Survivors in the organization."

Yang Hang's eyes lingered on the past battlefield honors for a few seconds. After reading it, he tapped his fingers on the armrest, not knowing what he was thinking.

A few seconds later, he squinted and cast it to the back of his mind, looking at the gentle and warm sunset sea breeze, enjoying the maid's service comfortably.

About ten minutes later.

His figure flickered on the lounge chair.

Space folding.

Yang Hang appeared above the sea thousands of nautical miles away, looking down—within a range of about five nautical miles, hundreds of Houseboats were connected by cables and floating bridges, spread out on the sea in an orderly manner. The scale was not large, certainly far worse than the Revival Society, but it was orderly, and one could tell someone was managing it carefully.

This was the organization base of the notorious Council of Thirteen from these past few days.

He landed on an unmanned Rotten Wood Class empty ship on the periphery of the gathering place, the Power of Causality fluctuating slightly.

A Yanhuang Survivor in his early twenties, wearing worn-out Bronze Grade light armor and carrying a Rotten Wood Class spear, stepped onto the floating bridge. His face looked like that of an ordinary young man, yet it seemed to be changing at every moment.

The scale of this gathering place was a bit larger than he had expected.

More than a hundred Houseboats were connected by cables and floating bridges into a loose network structure, from the outer sentries to the inner living areas, with distinct layers. The outer layer consisted of patrol boats and observation posts, the middle layer was the living Houseboats of ordinary Survivors, and the innermost layer vaguely revealed that dark gold Gold Tier warship—the core base of the Council of Thirteen.

Yang Hang walked in from a floating bridge interface on the east side that no one was guarding.

The first person he encountered was an old woman mending a fishing net on the deck.

She was over sixty, with gray hair, and her fingers were covered in calluses from the rough ropes. Seeing Yang Hang walk over, she looked up and her gaze lingered on his face.

"Which boat are you from? You look unfamiliar."

"Just arrived." Yang Hang stopped, his tone casual, "Heard this gathering place is recruiting, came to take a look."

The old woman looked him up and down.

"We are recruiting." She lowered her head to continue mending the net, her hands not stopping, "But joining now is not very appropriate."

"How so?"

"Haven't you checked the Fate Platform?" The old woman didn't even lift her head, "The bank matter is causing quite a stir. Our organization has been marked as high-risk by Fate Master, and now people outside look at us like we're a plague. If you join now, I'm afraid you'll be implicated."