39: Chapter 39 Offering Platform
"Golden." Yang Hang extended a finger and waved it toward the blue light of the fishing spot. "I want to use this fishing spot of yours to open a Golden-tier sunken sea treasure chest. Are you sure you don't want one million? You'll be regretting this until tomorrow by the time it's over."
Zhao Kang's Adam's apple bobbed violently.
Golden-tier.
Use his fishing spot with only a few hundred merit points? Could this open a Golden-tier one?
He certainly knew it couldn't. With a few hundred merit points, the best he could hope for was a Bronze-tier; Silver-tier was a pipe dream.
But who was the person before him? This was the man who could split the ocean with his bare hands. The creator of the Cause and Effect Fate Platform. If he said it could open a Golden-tier one, then it could open a Golden-tier one.
Zhao Kang pressed his lips into a thin line. He was truly tempted, so tempted that his hands were itching. One million karma points in the current Magic Sea meant absolute financial freedom—renewing the compass, trading supplies, querying information—enough for him to squander until the end of the Magic Sea.
But he still shook his head.
"Fate Master, I've said it, just enough for me to survive is fine." His voice was very soft, but very serious. "Being able to stand on my dilapidated boat and speak with you is already a huge gain for me. One million… is too much. I'd be panicked no matter how I spent it."
Yang Hang chuckled.
It was very faint, emanating from behind his mask, not very distinct, but Zhao Kang caught it.
"Fine." Yang Hang raised his hand. "Then we'll do as I said."
The moment his words fell.
A crisp notification sound exploded in Zhao Kang's mind.
[Ding — — Unnamed User has transferred 1,000,000 karma points to you.]
Official sound effect. Official interface. Official font.
That number just slammed straight into the center of his consciousness.
One million. Six zeros.
Zhao Kang froze completely. He subconsciously pulled up his personal panel on the Cause and Effect Fate Platform, staring fixedly at the karma points balance column.
[karma points balance: 1,000,003]
The extra three were what he had saved up previously.
"Did it arrive?" Yang Hang's voice came from the side.
Zhao Kang's lips trembled three times.
"It... it arrived."
"One million?"
"One... one million."
He raised his head, his eyes reddened, his voice fragmented: "I've struck it rich..."
Yang Hang ignored him.
He had already walked to the fishing spot and placed his hand on that orb of dim blue light. The Power of Causality poured in along the blue light, precisely anchoring the Golden-tier fate line.
The next moment, he forcibly pulled the fate line of Zhao Kang fishing out a Golden-tier sunken sea treasure chest into reality.
Bang! Golden light exploded.
The entire dilapidated wooden cabin was submerged in intense golden light. Zhao Kang was blinded by the light, but he desperately squinted to look over—golden patterns flowed across the surface of a pitch-black box, the liquid-like light pulsating slowly.
Golden-tier treasure chest.
At his fishing spot with only eighty thousand merit points, a Golden-tier treasure chest had been opened.
Yang Hang reached into the chest and took out an item.
It was a palm-sized stone platform. It had a grayish-white base, and in the center of the platform was a shallow groove, with pale golden specks of light slowly rotating inside.
[sustenance table (Golden-tier item)]
[Inject energy to produce equivalent food. No restriction on energy type.]
Yang Hang flipped the sustenance table over, looked at it for two seconds, and tucked it into his embrace.
Then he turned around and nodded at Zhao Kang.
"Thanks."
After saying that, his flip-flops stepped on the ground, and his figure shot up.
Zhao Kang stood up abruptly and rushed to the side of the boat, opening his mouth to shout something, but the silver-masked figure had already swept across the sea surface, growing smaller and smaller in the morning light.
He held onto the gunwale, panting heavily.
The sea breeze dried the cold sweat on his face.
There was no wooden stick in his hand; in his mind, there was only that six-digit karma points balance and a deep-sea rift that would haunt his nightmares for a lifetime.
"It really was a Golden-tier..."
He muttered, suddenly remembering something.
He had forgotten to ask for his name.
No... no need to ask. The entire Fate Platform, the entire Yanhuang Camp, the entire Magic Sea, the number one on the merit ranking, the creator of the Cause and Effect Fate Platform.
Yang Hang.
Zhao Kang squatted down, clutching his head with both hands.
After a long time, he squeezed out a sentence through his fingers.
"One million karma points... this f*cking isn't a dream, is it?"
The ocean waves splashed water onto his face.
It wasn't a dream.
Meanwhile, on the deck of a giant ship in the distance.
Yang Hang landed back on the deck of his own Golden Houseboat, and he lay back down in the beach chair.
He took off his mask, tossed it aside, picked up the iced lemonade handed to him by the bionic maid, and took a sip.
In his palm, that jade-white sustenance table emitted a gentle glow.
He flipped it over and looked at it for another two seconds.
"Inject energy to produce equivalent food." He repeated the description, his mouth twitching, "No restriction on energy type."
The Power of Causality is energy.
The karma points commission from 1.4 billion people subscribing to the compass every day is energy.
And this sustenance table—as long as energy is continuously injected, it can produce food infinitely.
He looked at it for two seconds, and the corners of his mouth curved up.
This was just the first one for today, and he had also completed his first goal.
He still had to make a few more trips.
In the Karmic Star Sea, he had already marked the next target—northeast direction, 108.3 nautical miles away, another lone Yanhuang Civilization survivor about to open a chest.
Yang Hang stood up and picked up the mask to put it back on.
"Time to go."
His figure disappeared at the edge of the deck.
The bionic maid maintained her posture of holding the tray and bowed slightly.
108.3 nautical miles.
When Yang Hang swept over the sea surface, he saw the target Houseboat from afar.
Rotten wood tier. Even worse than Zhao Kang's boat. The gunwale was missing half a section, barely sealing the drafty gaps with a few crooked wooden sticks and a tattered fishing net. A few pieces of dried fish were spread out on the deck, gray in color, looking not very fresh.
He landed at the stern of the boat.
He controlled his force precisely; the rotten wooden deck only sank slightly by an inch, without breaking.
A scream came from the cabin.
"Who is it!"
A girl poked half her body out from the cabin doorway, holding a sharpened wooden plank in her hand, her posture like she was holding a kitchen knife.
About eighteen years old. Her long hair was tied messily behind her head, and there were traces of dryness on her face caused by the sea breeze, but she had good features, her facial features were quite pretty. The T-shirt she was wearing had several holes, and her long pants had been torn off below the knees and turned into shorts, the edges ragged, revealing two sections of legs with wheat-colored tan lines from the sun.
The moment she saw Yang Hang, she recoiled a step.
Her gaze swept from the flip-flops to the white T-shirt, and finally stopped on the silver Ultraman mask.
"You—who are you!" She raised the wooden plank higher, her voice trembling. "This Young Miss is a dignified expert who opened a Silver-tier treasure chest; if you dare to have any illicit intentions toward this Young Miss, this Young Miss will never spare you!"
After shouting that, she added another sentence.
"But if you leave now, this Young Miss won't hold it against you. After all, our Yanhuang Camp is a lawful good camp, and this Young Miss is magnanimous, so I'll let you go."
When she said this, her tattered T-shirt and the shorts crudely fashioned from long pants were still fluttering in the wind.