48: Chapter 48 The Sixth Day

His reply was quickly pushed to the top of the thread by a group of people.

"sustenance table — go look at that gray 'food god shrine' on the left side of the Karmic Trading Realm."

"life spring — go look at that gray 'life spring' on the right side of the Karmic Trading Realm."

"As for this Infinite Horizon skill book? Didn't everyone realize it should be related to spatial abilities? What does the item transfer function of the Trading Realm need? The answer is certain — spatial transfer ability!"

"Three gold-grade treasures, corresponding one-to-one with the three core functions of the Trading Realm."

"So, when Fate Master spent three million karma points, he wasn't buying treasure chests; he was collecting parts for the trading platform."

Silence.

A collective silence of the entire World Echo in the true sense.

It lasted for a full five seconds.

Then, messages poured in like a deluge.

"Holy crap — everything matches up!"

"Fate Master is playing a big game! He has been planning all of this since the first day!"

"That Trading Realm is a new feature just launched today, right? The food god shrine and Life Spring are still gray, which means they haven't been connected yet — he just got them into his hands!"

"So, Fate Master visited three people's ships on the same day, all very far apart, collected three gold-grade treasures, and then launched the Trading Realm that same day? This efficiency..."

"Did you notice? Fate Master used other people's fishing points to open the gold-grade treasure chests. When he goes to open them at a rotten-wood-grade Houseboat, they are gold."

This sentence was like a depth charge.

"Holy! Crap!"

"What does this mean? It means Fate Master can control what Rank of treasure chest opens!"

"Cause and Effect Fate Platform, named after Karma, manipulating the Karma of all things — isn't manipulating the result of opening chests just manipulating Karma?!"

The excitement of the discussion had melted through the upper limit.

Hundreds of millions of posts were surging wildly in the World Echo, with tens of millions of messages pouring in every second.

And the post that was pushed to the top had only one short line:

"So — Fate Master exchanged three million karma points for three gold-grade treasures to build a trading platform that allows 1.4 billion people to trade, and the platform even has food and healing functions reserved, waiting to be opened. He is spending his own money to build a shop that can save everyone."

The replies below were all seven characters.

"Fate Master is amazing!"

"Fate Master is amazing!"

"Fate Master is amazing!"

It didn't stop even after hundreds of thousands of replies.

President Lu Xingye squatted on the deck looking at the screen, her mouth curling up to her ears.

She picked up the dried fish, took a bite, chewed crunchily, and showed a victor's smile at the screen full of "Fate Master".

Then a private message popped up.

Sender ID: Zhao Kang.

"Young Miss, did you also meet Fate Master? Did he give you one million too?"

President Lu Xingye replied instantly: "One million and one! One more than you!"

Zhao Kang: "... As long as you're happy."

On the Fate Platform, a new round of spamming had already begun — countless survivors were posting, begging Fate Master to come to their ships to "buy" treasure chests, performing all kinds of tricks like playing the pity card, showing off talents, making deep confessions, and some were even starting to auction off their fishing opportunities for tomorrow, with a starting bid of 1,000 karma points, and some had already bid up to 5,000.

And this bid was with their own money.

As time passed, official accounts of some large organizations began to step in.

Revival Society official account comment: [This Society has noticed the content of this post and is currently verifying the relevant information. Please keep calm, do not spread rumors, and do not believe rumors. — Comprehensive Coordination Department of the Revival Red Federation]

Little Life Society official account comment: [This Society is urgently contacting the party involved, Young Miss Lu. After understanding the detailed situation, we will announce it to everyone as soon as possible. For details, please follow the official account of the Little Life Society — Little Life Society Information Department]

As many well-known organization official posts appeared one after another, some were directly recruiting, some hoped to reach cooperation, and others were directly willing to provide the necessary supplies to the other party for free.

The entire Fate Platform was a chaotic mess at this moment.

["President Lu Xingye, do you know that you are currently the most envied survivor in the entire Yanhuang Camp? Out of 1.4 billion people! The! Most! Envied! One!"]

["I don't care, I'm going to start shouting for Fate Master to come sit on my ship every day in the posts. What if he comes to buy my treasure chest too? Come on, come on, I don't even want money, I'll treat you to salted fish!"]

["@XingyeDontGetLost Do you have his Fate Platform contact information? Buying for a price. We all pooled 50,000 to buy it for you, I'll sell blood to chip in 50."]

["Upstairs, you sell 50 worth of blood, I'll sell supplies to chip in 100."]

["You guys are all too little. I'm directly selling my silver-grade high-tier Houseboat to chip in 5,000."]

["And me..."]

["And me..."]

["..."]

The number of replies to the post exceeded 100 million in the twenty-eighth minute after it was released.

President Lu Xingye's follower count was still skyrocketing at a speed of hundreds of thousands per second, never stopping on the road from 47 followers to 400 million.

She stood on the deck of her rotten-wood broken ship, looking down at the frantically jumping numbers and dazzling comments on the Fate Platform interface.

Combat boots stepped on the deck planks. Sea breeze poured into the collar of her jacket. The brown-green metal piece on her necklace was shining in the sunlight.

She touched the top of her head.

The temperature seemed to still remain a trace.

On the deck of the golden giant ship three hundred nautical miles away.

Yang Hang leaned in a lounge chair, scrolling through the Fate Platform, sipping lemonade while watching this archaeological feast ignited by three posts.

Being touted by others was not his goal.

Understanding the feedback on the launch of the Karmic Trading Realm and video functions was what he needed.

At present, the response seems good, and everyone likes it very much.

This means that the energy accumulated in his Karmic Void Realm is about to usher in a bigger explosion.

The power he possesses naturally rises with the tide.

Yang Hang glanced at it and laughed.

He closed the Fate Platform, waved to the cold and beautiful android housekeeper beside him, and pressed her head down.

Moon rises, sun sets.

Day 6, 12:00 PM.

1.4 billion pairs of eyes stared at the same time node.

Not just the Yanhuang Camp.

Above the Magic Sea, more than two hundred civilization camps, billions of pairs of eyes — to be precise, billions of pairs of eyes that were still alive — were all waiting for the same thing.

Faction Sequence Ranking.

Personal Merit Ranking.

Global civilization public ranking once every three days. The last announcement was on the third day, when Yanhuang Civilization crushed the second-place Tianzhu's 900+ million merit with a total merit value of 5.1 billion.

At that time, most survivors from other civilizations were still comforting themselves — perhaps Yanhuang Civilization just had good luck at the start, perhaps the gap would shrink over time, perhaps the beast tide would reshuffle the rankings.

Then the beast tide came.

It came and went.

Now it is the sixth day.

12:00 sharp.

No countdown, no trailer, not even any transition animation.

The ranking list smashed directly into every survivor's consciousness.

—

[Faction Sequence]

[1st Place: Yanhuang Camp, Total Merit: 34,232,581,770]

[2nd Place: Star-Spangled Banner Camp, Total Merit: 813,847,625]

[3rd Place: Teutonic Faction, Total Merit: 482,127,540]

[4th Place: Fog City Camp, Total Merit: 158,932,411]

[5th Place: Indian Camp, Total Merit: 401,285,316]

[6th Place: Polar Bear Camp, Total Merit: 287,653,219]

[7th Place: Kangaroo Camp, Total Merit: 265,381,004]

[8th Place: Gaul Camp, Total Merit: 112,405,883]

[9th Place: Taegeukgi Camp, Total Merit: 68,974,502]

[10th Place: Hebrew Camp, Total Merit: 9,259,877]

[...]

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34.2 billion.

When this number fell, the entire Magic Sea was quiet for three seconds.

It wasn't the Yanhuang Camp that was quiet.

It was all civilizations that were quiet.

Then, the Yanhuang Camp exploded.

The Fate Platform World Echo was overwhelmed by a torrent of pure emotion — not discussion, not analysis, just one word.

"Win!"

"34.2 billion against 800 million!!! Over forty times the gap!!!"

"Last time it was six times, this time it's directly over forty times??? The gap is widening???"

"What about Tianzhu? Tianzhu dropped to ninth??? They were fifth last time!!!"

"People died, obviously. Merit reset rules, the more people die, the faster the total value shrinks. They fell from 180 million to 40 million, at least half the population died."

"... Half of 1.5 billion people died?"

"Beast tide, brother. No Fate Platform, no compass, no early warning, over a billion people swimming naked in the Magic Sea, how many do you guess can survive?"

This sentence made the comment section quiet for two seconds.

Then it was drowned by even more surging pride.

"Having a Fate Platform is life! Thanks to Fate Master!"

"What other camps do is called survival, what we do is called living. It's different."

"Now the whole world has to ponder one thing — why is Yanhuang Camp's merit so high."

"They are puzzled, but we are clear — because we have Boss Yang Hang."

"Because we have a Fate Platform!"

Personal Merit Ranking —

As soon as the scroll slid to the first line, thousands of comments were choked at the same time.