223: Chapter 219: Bowing!
After obtaining this information, Yang Hang fell into deep thought.
Yanhuang Civilization was the Foundation upon which he stood and the starting point of all his efforts; if possible, he did not even wish to see a single person die.
As for those Survivors from foreign civilizations, he also hoped to do his utmost to protect the vast majority.
Therefore, based on the conclusions derived from his repeated deductions, Yang Hang decided to bring out a few treasure chests to cope with this Acid Rain Season.
Starting from the 26th, he had not used his treasure chest opportunities, and by the 30th, he had accumulated five fishing opportunities for sunken sea treasure chests.
Originally, his plan was to save two for personal enhancement and invest the remaining three into the development of the professional system.
But the current situation clearly did not allow him to proceed according to his original plan.
This Acid Rain Season was essentially a cruel selection process targeting Survivors of the Rotten Wood Class and even the Bronze Grade.
Its purpose was undisguised—those Survivors who had yet to advance to the Bronze Grade, or those who lacked the ability to band together to survive, could only be eliminated and die.
The essence of survival in the Magic Sea was the competition of civilizations, and the competition of civilizations always included both individual and group dimensions.
In this Acid Rain Season, individuals with outstanding strength had a chance to survive, and groups with strong bonding capabilities and deep civilizational heritage could also allow more members to live.
The only ones with no path to survival were those Survivors whose individual strength was weak, whose luck was poor, and who could not even attain the word "Civilization."
But who was Yang Hang? Under the Yanhuang Civilization he had built with his own hands, dealing with this Acid Rain Season was not difficult; the only question was whether the damage would be great or small.
As for those Survivors of foreign civilizations, they were currently scattered, their ability to band together was almost zero, and the spark of civilization had never been truly ignited. According to conventional deductions, they would need to lose at least half their population to be considered "normal."
However, Yang Hang alone was enough to support a civilization—if he were willing to give the Survivors of foreign civilizations a path to survival, they could live, and live very well.
He alone was the volume of an entire civilization.
The spirit and energy of billions of Earth Civilization Survivors on the Cause and Effect Fate Platform gathered into a majestic River of Causality, which he alone commanded.
With a wave of his hand, he could overturn rivers and seas, or bring down heavenly punishment to destroy the world. The Yanhuang Civilization, under his protection, would face this Acid Rain Season with nothing more than a difference in the scale of damage.
Foreign civilizations were different.
To Yanhuang, the Acid Rain Season was a "superficial wound," but to foreign civilizations, it was a "catastrophic disaster."
But as long as he was willing to lift a finger—opening the magic sea compass to let them avoid high-risk sea areas in advance, opening the Causality Enhancement Realm to let them upgrade their rotten wood class houseboat to the Bronze Grade, and opening the Karmic Trading Realm to let them exchange goods—the death rate could drop from 70% to 20%.
A 50% difference in headcount. That was over a billion lives.
Hiss~ This feeling of controlling the life and death of over a billion lives with one hand made the corners of Yang Hang's mouth curl up involuntarily.
He was the Lord of Causality; the Fate Platform was built by him, the magic sea compass was created by him, and the Causality Enhancement Realm was opened by him.
The Trading Realm, Farm Realm, Causality Bank, and food god shrine—all were his creations.
The billions of people of the entire Earth Civilization were currently drifting on the same Magic Sea, under the same acid rain, facing the same threat of death.
And he was the only one with the power to change all of this.
He was not only the protector of Yanhuang.
He was the protector of Earth Civilization.
He was the pillar. The guide. The protector. He was the one holding the torch of civilization, guarding the spark of civilization, standing at the very forefront of the darkness.
At this moment, Yang Hang felt he had sublimated.
He felt himself glowing.
It was not a metaphor. He truly felt that he was emanating a supreme Holy Light, golden, seeping out from every pore, filling the entire Karmic Void Realm.
Beneath his feet was the roar of the rushing River of Causality, and above his head was the dome of the Fate Platform, shimmering with billions of stars.
He stood at the center of everything, at the pinnacle of cosmic civilization—
A throne of the void condensed and formed beneath him.
A pure black base, with 999,999,999,999 steps extending upwards, each step engraved with the scripts of different civilizations.
The backrest of the throne consisted of two intertwined Rivers of Causality, surging forward, never looking back. Yang Hang turned slowly and sat down. He looked down at the endless Void Realm beneath him.
Beneath the Void Realm, countless civilizations prostrated themselves on the ground.
The Yanhuang Civilization was in the front row, trillions of people kneeling together, chanting "Fate Master." Fog City, Stars and Stripes, Teuton, Polar Bear, Kangaroo, Gaul, Hebrew, Talsian, Gripleck, Zolnaan...
The existence of countless civilizations spread like a tide to the end of the cosmic horizon, shouting in unison various supreme titles. "Fate Master." "Lord." "God." "Dominator." "Creator."
Yang Hang raised his hand slightly. The entire scene fell silent.
He spoke—his voice transcending dimensions, echoing across every inch of land in every civilization—
"Rise."
"Thank you, Fate Master!"
Trillions upon trillions of people responded in unison, the sound wave rushing straight to the clouds.
The corners of Yang Hang's mouth curled up slightly.
He was the master of this Magic Sea.
He was the king of the Earth Star.
He was the king of the Universe.
He was about to raise his hand again, preparing to deliver an opening speech destined to be recorded in the annals of universal civilization history—
"Beep."
An urgent call request.
From—Yang Yue.
Yang Hang's Holy Light went out with a "puff." The throne of the void shattered into pieces. The prostrating trillions of Survivors instantly dissipated. The River of Causality quietly flowed back to its original position.
Yang Hang lowered his head.
There was a shiny trace of drool at the corner of his mouth.
"..."
He quickly wiped it off with his sleeve, cleared his throat, confirmed that no one around him saw this scene—although in fact, no one could see it—and then, with lightning speed, straightened his posture, restrained all the cringe-worthy expressions on his face, and connected the call.
"Hello."
"Brother."
The voice of his younger sister, Yang Yue, came through the life ring communication. In the background, the sound of waves hitting the ship's hull could be faintly heard. "Have you seen the notice for the Acid Rain Season?"
"I saw it."
Yang Hang replied with a very serious expression, looking like a completely different person from the cringey idiot who had been drooling while fantasizing at the void just a moment ago.
"The acid rain will corrode the Houseboat! The Rotten Wood Class ones will be corroded until they break! Our Houseboat is Silver Grade, so logically it should be fine, but I'm still a bit worried." Yang Yue's speech was fast, revealing a sense of nervousness.
Yang Hang nodded seriously, "Mm-hmm, it will be fine. Silver Grade definitely won't be affected in the short term. Don't worry."
Yang Yue continued to worry, "What about the acid rain itself? What will happen if it touches the panel? Will it leave marks all over my panel?"
Yang Hang had a few black lines appear on his forehead, "Hehe, so that's what you were worried about. I comforted you for nothing..."