75: Chapter 74 Temporary License for the Demon Sea Compass Unlocked

"Gaming becoming reality... I'm crying! I used to play games in front of a computer, now I've become a game character myself! Fate Master, what kind of deity are you?!"

"Twenty-four karma points to not die for a day! One karmic point per hour! This is countless times cheaper than little life water!"

"little life water takes five karma points just to heal one injury, but this twenty-four karma points can let you go wild for a day!"

"Hey, upstairs, don't praise one while putting down the other. Little Life Society is also very good. little life water is five points for fifty milliliters, and the pricing is similar to the three-colored Life Spring, but the efficacy is slightly stronger. It's just that the former is unlimited, while the latter is limited. The Numerical Panel doesn't maintain status, so it can serve as a supplementary way to save karma points for status recovery. It's also quite cost-effective. Anyway, if I can exchange for it, I'll definitely get a portion."

"That's right, that's right, the person upstairs is correct. The efficacy of little life water is still very comprehensive, and the price is the same as a single three-colored spring water. It's definitely a good deal for those who need it."

"I thought about it carefully, three-colored spring water! Red Spring restores health to go with the health bar, Blue Spring maintains spirit, Yellow Spring maintains stamina—this is asking us to stand and fight the Demonic Beast head-on!"

"Health lock hack! The official released a hack! Hahahaha!"

"Fate Master is definitely a god! A true god! Not something that can be opened from a treasure chest—this is creator-level manipulation!"

"Did Lord Fate Master pay a great price? A function of this level, just releasing it is Heaven-Defying..."

"Everyone, Lord Fate Master sacrificed himself and paid a huge price just to give us a chance to survive. We absolutely must not let Lord Fate Master down!!!"

"Come on! Overlord-level Demonic Beast, right? I've opened the Numerical Panel today, I'll stand here and let you bite! If you can't bite me to death, I'll crawl down your throat and rip your heart out!"

"Brothers! Charge! Kill all these beasts!"

"Wait, don't forget to protect your head! The announcement said that a headshot critical hit might empty your health bar directly! Wear a helmet! Wear armor!"

"Who cares! Open the panel first! One karmic point for two hours, I'll scrape together every penny to keep it open for twenty-four hours!"

The entire Yanhuang Camp, with its 1.4 billion people, completed a collective transformation from despair to madness in just a few short minutes.

Those terms that once only appeared on gaming forums—"health bar," "health lock," "datafication"—had now become the hottest words on everyone's lips.

Some people laughed while crying, others cried while laughing.

Not because of fear, but because of a sense of absurdity that felt almost unreal:

The teenager who sat in front of a screen for countless all-nighters, the young man in the internet cafe shouting "Heal me!", the self who watched the character with low health make a comeback and felt the blood boil—it turned out they had never left.

Only this time, the keyboard was replaced by weapons, the screen shattered into reality, and the person who typed this line of "code" behind the scenes was called Fate Master.

Meanwhile, Yang Hang sat on the top deck of his super luxurious Houseboat, watching the karma points pouring crazily into the Karmic Void Realm—that was the price paid by countless survivors to open the Numerical Panel and exchange for three-colored spring water.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

"MMORPG panel..." He chuckled softly, a hint of nostalgia and sentimentality flashing in his eyes. "I suppose this fulfills a dream for you all."

Once upon a time, when Yang Hang played games and read novels, he had also fantasized about Transmigration into a fantasy world one day, possessing such a datafication panel cheat, slaughtering everyone in his path, reaching the Peak of life, and marrying an Empire princess.

Now, he had become the character who bestowed the panel.

Truly, the ways of the world are unpredictable.

But he also felt inexplicably satisfied.

Those survivors from foreign civilizations looked at this scene, their hearts filled with envy and jealousy. Numerical Panel, datafied bodies, magic potions to restore mana, health, and stamina?

Which one of these wasn't something they could only see in the fantasy myths of their own civilizations?

How illusory, how unbelievable!

Even the inventors of this design were among the many Western civilization camps among them.

Yet now, everything was possessed and used by the Yanhuang Civilization survivors?

They were even suspecting at this moment that this might be a collective brainwashing of them, the foreign civilization survivors, by the Yanhuang Civilization.

A collective deception!

All to make them, the foreign civilization survivors, feel the chasm-like gap, thereby abandoning the civilization struggle and voluntarily turning to the Yanhuang Civilization.

But at this moment, regardless of whether what they saw was true or not, they hated that their parents weren't Yanhuang Civilization people, and why they hadn't been born in Yanhuang Civilization.

Because at the very least, being born in the Yanhuang Civilization meant actually receiving tangible help in the upcoming Magic Sea Beast Tide.

Besides that, they had more unwillingness and resentment.

Since the Lord of the Fate Altar invited them in and gave them hope for survival, why wasn't he willing to pull them up before this fear of death?

Even if it was just deducting a tiny bit of scraps from the gifts given to the Yanhuang Civilization to give to them, that would have been fine, right?

If he wasn't willing to pull them up, then why invite them into this Fate Platform?

Simply to let them see the grandeur of Yanhuang Civilization, to envy, worship, and flatter, and to let his own people experience the feeling of being high and mighty and incomparably vain?

Unwillingness and resentment intertwined.

A few top survivors from foreign civilization camps also felt sorrow in their hearts, feeling endless grief and self-blame for the great catastrophe their own civilization was about to face.

If they could contact the Fate Master right now, they would even be willing to pay any price, even if it meant handing over the treasures they opened from the golden treasure chests in their hands, or even their lives.

But they knew this possibility was slim.

After all, even among the Yanhuang Camp survivors, few had truly seen the Lord of the Fate Altar.

How could they... possibly have a chance.

Victoria knelt on one knee on the deck of her Silver Grade Houseboat, the golden grade sword of the sea stuck in front of her, her face sorrowful, praying in her heart.

"Lord of the Fate Altar, great Lord of the Fate Altar, Victoria apologizes for my previous offense against you. If you can hear me, I am willing to offer everything of my body and soul, only asking you to bestow a sliver of mercy and save the billions of pitiful prisoners before the Demonic Beast Tide!"

It wasn't just Victoria; countless foreign civilization experts sent out prayers from their hearts as if by telepathy.

And it seemed that these countless prayers really converged into a heavenly sound, waking up that mysterious Lord of the Fate Altar.

A silent announcement appeared in the consciousness of all survivors of the foreign civilization camps on the Fate Platform.

[Temporary Announcement: visitor system authorization temporarily unlocked, magic sea compass online, Personal Information Panel synchronized with the visitor system. May you all return victorious!]

Real hope was scattered from this moment.

Countless people knelt down and wept uncontrollably at this moment.

Although the treatment they received compared to the Yanhuang Camp survivors was still worlds apart.

But facing the only straw of life thrown into this despair, countless people self-deceptively forgot about that differential treatment from the Lord of the Fate Altar, leaving only sincere and fanatical gratitude in their hearts.

Inside the Karmic Void Realm, the golden river of energy representing the Power of Causality boiled instantly; that was the energy of all living beings sacrificed by over four billion people simultaneously under fanatical faith and extreme Battle Intent.

Yang Hang stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the ink-black seawater below.

On the distant horizon, the first black giant wave, a hundred meters high, had already formed, accompanied by roars that shattered the clouds, charging madly toward this sea area.

He knew at a glance that this was the precursor to a super high-rank Demonic Beast emerging from the sea.

"The size is alright."

Yang Hang's gaze was calm, without the slightest fluctuation, but his fingers tapped lightly on the railing, thinking about something while distracted.

What else did he need to supplement, what could be supplemented, regarding the arrangements for the Yanhuang Camp?

Was it enough to only open one Life Spring and its expansion functions?

He hadn't opened the Life Spring and food god shrine immediately at the beginning for no complicated reason; it was simply because if they had been launched simultaneously with the trading platform back then...

Then, the overall free trading system of Yanhuang Civilization would have been affected, developing directly in a deformed and incomplete direction, unable to form a mature, self-healing, and vigorous trading system.

This did not align with his original intention and interests.

And this time, he didn't need to worry about these things because the Fate Platform's trading system had already taken shape and matured; opening the Life Spring now could no longer shake its Foundation and form.

At most, it would become a strong patch.

So, he just needed to open the food god shrine later when there was a suitable opportunity.

At that time, some changes would also need to be made. He felt that a direct opening was still a bit rough, and it greatly reduced the effect it could have.

After thinking about these things, his gaze seemed to pierce through the night, seeing the countless foreign civilization survivors scattered across the vast Magic Sea.

Was it feasible for the foreign civilization camps to be like this for now?

Did he need to open other functions? Otherwise, if the overall losses were too great, could he accept that?

The Power of Causality was mobilized; past, present, and future, countless karmic lines intertwined and appeared before his eyes.

"The preparations that could be made have already been made, but..."

Yang Hang's gaze locked onto the super high-rank Demonic Beast, several hundred meters in size, that was gradually rioting in the deep sea. The time had not yet come; no matter how irritable these Demonic Beasts were, they could only be suppressed firmly beneath the deep sea.

"Besides myself, will these Demonic Beasts also appear in other Yanhuang Civilization regions? Is the merit value too high?"

Yang Hang's fingers unconsciously tapped the deck railing he was leaning against again, emitting a metallic "clang," "clang" sound...