72: Chapter 71 Extraterrestrial Civilizations

To think that all nearly 1.4 billion survivors discovered their Fate Master was actually such a greedy ghost, wanting to get two uses out of a single Life Spring?

How shameful...

Survivors can invest an equivalent amount of karma points into the Life Spring and choose to generate an equal amount of Blue Spirit Spring Water, Red Spirit Spring Water, or Yellow Spirit Spring Water.

Their effects are to restore mental energy, restore health points, and restore stamina, respectively.

It fits perfectly with the Numerical Panel; unless one suffers an irreversible death like having their head swallowed, one can remain uninjured and alive, then use the red, blue, and yellow spirit spring waters to ensure sustained combat capability.

As Yang Hang designed this, a satisfied smile finally appeared on his face.

He then began to prepare. The Numerical Panel function was very powerful but simple; as long as a reasonable connection channel was set up to link to the Life Spring, no additional ability enhancement was needed.

However, this regional differentiation function of the three-colored Life Spring was not something Yang Hang could easily achieve.

Although it could be done by forcibly outlining the lines of Karma using the Power of Causality, the consumption was huge, and it clearly wasn't worth the trouble.

Therefore... Yang Hang cast his gaze toward the sunken sea treasure chest he had not yet fished up today.

Time passed. The sky gradually darkened. There were less than four hours left until midnight.

The light of the twin suns began to distort on the horizon, and the originally azure seawater gradually took on a heart-palpitating dark purple hue. The wind stopped. The entire Magic Sea fell into a deathly stillness.

The Symphony Realm of the Cause and Effect Fate Platform began to become chaotic. This was because the time for the eruption of the Magic Sea Beast Tide was drawing ever closer.

The survivors' fear could clearly no longer be hidden.

Those foreign civilization survivors who had originally stayed silent to preserve their precious "once every three days" speaking opportunity and a shred of civilized dignity could no longer care about long-term planning or inner restraint.

Facing the death announcement of "mid-Rank and above sea beasts," "cannot escape," and "overlord-Rank creatures," their psychological defenses had already been worn away in the constant, silent waiting.

[Visitor · Anna (Stars and Stripes): I beg you! Everyone in Yanhuang Civilization! I beg you to let the Fate Master open the compass! I am willing to pay ten karma points every day! I really need that sea area scan! I really need it! The beast tide is too terrifying, I will really die!]

[Visitor · Rajiv (Tianzhu): Help! The seawater around me has turned completely black! There is something swimming underneath! Can anyone save my life? I will do anything! I will trade all my supplies!]

[Visitor · Thomas (Fog City): Why can't we escape? My Houseboat is only of decaying wood grade! Even if you only open the most basic trading permissions, just let me buy a piece of reinforced wood! Brothers of Yanhuang Civilization, help us!]

A waterfall of gray bullet comments scrolled crazily across the Symphony Realm. Without those arrogant powerhouses who had been kicked off the Fate Platform to lead the narrative, the remaining ordinary foreign civilization survivors were left with only their most primitive desire to survive.

They cried, begged, and even knelt before their screens, trying to grasp the only straw of hope—Yanhuang Civilization.

But on the Yanhuang Camp side, there was a rare silence.

In the public forum, the humblebragging posts from the past few days had disappeared without a trace. Replacing them were swaths of high-frequency requests for help and trade posts.

"Coordinates (145, -892), are there any big shots with Silver Grade Houseboats nearby? We have three decaying wood grade ones here, we are willing to hand over all our supplies, seeking shelter!"

"No need, brother, I am very close to you, come to me, coordinates (196, -887), let us get through this difficult time together!"

"Brothers, I just used the compass to scan, five hundred meters directly below me, there is a glowing dot that is red to the point of being purple floating up... The danger level is displayed as 'extremely lethal'! What do I do? I can't escape!"

"Don't panic! Everyone don't panic! Reinforce the ship's hull, take out all the weapons you can use! Didn't we survive the last beast tide too?"

"The last time was low-Rank sea beasts! This time the announcement is clearly written, most of them are starting from mid-Rank! There are also high-Rank, and even super high-Rank! My bronze grade repeating crossbow can't even pierce the scales of an Iron-Spine Ray, what am I supposed to use to fight an overlord?"

Panic is contagious.

For the past ten days or so, the Yanhuang Civilization survivors had indeed lived much better than the foreign civilizations by relying on the information asymmetry of the Fate Platform and the Trading Realm.

They ate grilled fish, drank purified water, and watched the compass to avoid dangerous areas every day. This relatively comfortable life gave them the illusion that "the Magic Sea is nothing much."

Until this announcement tore through the tender, gentle facade.

The vast majority of Yanhuang Civilization survivors' Houseboats were still of decaying wood or bronze grade. Facing those mid-Rank sea beasts that were often over ten meters long and could easily smash reefs, the defensive lines made of wooden planks and scrap iron were as fragile as a piece of paper.

It was just that the brief prosperity that Yanhuang Civilization had developed under the Fate Platform made them willing to forget this point.

Oppression. An oppression that allowed for no optimism.

Although there were still optimistic and unconcerned posts on the Fate Platform from time to time, most could be seen as self-consolation.

No one is not afraid of death! Especially when facing the visible, prosperous good days that were about to come.

Throughout the entire Yanhuang Camp channel, a suffocating feeling before a great disaster loomed.

Many people silently logged off the forum, looked at their simple cabins, listened to the sound of the sea wind getting stronger outside, and felt their hands and feet go cold.

Little Life Society, temporary flagship.

President Shen Qing stood in front of the holographic sea chart, watching the member sentiment index compiled by the various branches. The curve was plummeting all the way.

"Sister Shen, the people below are panicking." Zhao Zheng walked in with big strides, his brows tightly locked. "The Armed Department is fine, but ordinary members of the Logistics and Development Departments have already started to exhibit extreme behavior, selling off high-value supplies in exchange for defensive items. Market prices are collapsing."

President Shen Qing turned around. She was wearing a white turtleneck sweater today; her temperament remained cold and aloof, but her eyes were sharper than usual.

"Panic kills." President Shen Qing said with extreme speed. "Before the sea beasts arrive, internal friction will kill a batch of people first."

"What should we do?"

"Open the warehouse." President Shen Qing walked to the conference table and brought up the backend interface of the Karmic Trading Realm.

"List all the 'little life water' we have stockpiled over the past few days."

Zhao Zheng was stunned for a moment: "All of it? That's ten million units! We originally planned to release them in batches to maintain market prices."

"Now is not the time to make money." President Shen Qing stared at him. "Set the price at five karma points. Lock the price, no one is allowed to increase it. Also, open an emergency audit channel in the Trading Realm."

She paused for a second, her voice cold and hard: "For survivors who do not have karma points, as long as they upload real-time screenshots of their ship damage or their own serious injuries, once the audit passes, distribute one unit of little life water for free. The cost will be deducted from the society's public account."

Zhao Zheng took a deep breath. Free distribution. This scale, this boldness.

"Sister Shen, this will hollow out our foundation."

"Only when people are alive can they produce karma points. The population base of the Yanhuang Camp is our greatest foundation." President Shen Qing tapped the table. "Go do it. Within three minutes, I want to see the Little Life Society's announcement pinned to the top."

Revival Society, command flagship.

Zheng Yuanshan stood on the deck, watching the dark clouds in the distance that had already begun to roll. At the end of the horizon, dull thunder could be faintly heard.

Director Sun Zheng walked over quickly and handed over a list.

"Chief, the inventory of supplies from all bureaus has been completed."

Zheng Yuanshan did not take the list, only asked one sentence: "Is it enough to fight a hard battle?"