86: Chapter 85 The Frenzy of Questioning

He did not worry much about his parents often giving their excess supplies and food to these relatives, knowing his parents had their own sense of boundaries and that their way of handling things was definitely better than his.

Just as Yang Hang was dealing with these trivial matters, the entire second Magic Sea Beast Tide officially came to an end.

He had also set the temporary access permission for the magic sea compass of the visitor system to close in one hour.

And he had issued a notification.

This was to avoid any crises if survivors from other civilizations were still using it and it suddenly cut off mid-way.

Since the Magic Sea Beast Tide had passed, it would not be worth it to fail because of such things.

...

As the twelfth hour of the thirteenth day arrived, all the sea beasts hiding on the seabed retreated one after another, returning to normal. All the surviving survivors breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the survivors across the entire Magic Sea did not have the energy to care about the Individual Sequence Battle or the Faction Sequence Battle. They were all silently licking their wounds, waiting to catch their breath. The entire Magic Sea was, if not filled with floating corpses, at least scarred and devastated.

This Magic Sea Beast Tide was far more fierce and vicious than the first. Through his Divided Soul, Yang Hang carefully observed the survivors within his jurisdiction.

This included the Yanhuang Survivors as well as the survivors from other civilizations using the visitor system.

Needless to say, the Yanhuang Survivors still suffered inevitable losses, but a casualty rate of merely 0.5% was enough to be proud of.

His Numerical Panel had definitely played a huge role in this.

As for the survivors from other civilizations within the range of the Fate Platform, the death rate was around 10%.

Yang Hang was somewhat surprised by this figure at first; he had expected a loss rate of at least 20%.

Could the magic sea compass really be that strong?

Or were the combat capabilities of the same generation of survivors from other civilizations really that much stronger than those of the Yanhuang Civilization?

Yang Hang knew that these powerhouses from other civilizations compared individual strength and evaluated Yanhuang Survivors as weak, viewing them as greenhouse flowers beneath the Fate Platform, but he did not care.

Because in a certain sense, that made some degree of sense.

But the lack of outstanding individual combat power was not without its benefits; the collective cooperative power and the overall strength of the civilization had instead greatly improved, which could be seen from the merit points on the Camp Sequence leaderboard.

Moreover, this underestimation of individual combat power was based on the individual combat strength of Yanhuang Survivors after removing the auxiliary functions of the Fate Platform, magic sea compass, and Numerical Panel.

If they had the blessing of these two powerful auxiliary abilities, Yanhuang Survivors could even fight against survivors from other civilizations across levels; there was no such thing as being 'weak.'

This could be seen from the slaughter during this Magic Sea Beast Tide.

However, if necessary, he could indeed consider introducing some functions to enhance the individual combat power of the Yanhuang Survivors.

But before that, he felt he could first apply a 'Spatial Backpack' patch to the Personal Information Panel.

This was an idea he had after observing the current situation of the Yanhuang Survivors.

This Magic Sea Beast Tide was unprecedentedly large. Under the near-endless endurance fighting of the Yanhuang Survivors, the low-grade supplies that were dropped, especially the Demonic Beast corpses, were piled up in heaps.

The low-grade supplies were fine; the Yanhuang Survivors would take as many as came, but if the Demonic Beast corpses were left for too long, they would not only spoil easily but also cause plagues, which would be troublesome.

And the Magic Sea had no way to autonomously build large-scale cold storage.

Therefore, the demand for a Spatial Backpack became apparent.

This could also add a new source of income for his karma points.

A panel is a panel; a panel without a Spatial Backpack always felt like it had a flaw.

Just as his main Divine Sense was indulging in the various Magic Sea entertainment facilities he had developed, and his Divided Soul was observing the dynamics of the survivors after the Magic Sea beast tide from a high-dimensional perspective,

his Divided Soul was attracted by a new craze that had emerged within the Fate Platform.

It was caused by two thank-you videos released by official posts from the Revival Society and the Little Life Society.

The thirteenth day of the Magic Sea calendar, just past noon.

On the Cause and Effect Fate Platform public forum, two posts topped with scarlet "Official Urgent" tags acted like two depth charges, completely stunning the Yanhuang Survivors who had just survived the beast tide and were still licking their wounds.

Fate Master: Thank you for the vitality you bestowed upon us in the abyss — The Little Life Society bows in gratitude》

《Wartime Special Bulletin of the Revival Red Federation: The Miracle Has Descended, Yanhuang Civilization Shall Not Perish!》

The two posts were released one after another, with a time difference of less than three minutes.

The titles were extremely reverent, and beneath the long letters of gratitude and encouragement for their compatriots to pull themselves together, each attached a video labeled "True Appearance of the Fate Master's Descent."

Countless survivors who had narrowly escaped death in the beast tide and were fanatically worshiping the Fate Master couldn't wait to click on the video, longing to catch a glimpse of the mysterious man who had bestowed upon them the digitized bodies like a god and had single-handedly saved the Yanhuang Civilization building from collapse.

In just three minutes, the number of comments exceeded five million.

But the tone was completely different from what they had expected.

"Am I blind? Did any of you see the Fate Master?"

"Apart from that big crab having a seizure in the video, where is anyone!"

"The Revival Society's video is even more ridiculous! A three-hundred-meter giant beast twisted into a pretzel and shattered by itself? There isn't even a ghost's shadow next to it!"

"Are the officials treating us like fools? Have they gone crazy trying to create a god? They just put together a video of a Demonic Beast self-destructing and say it was done by the Fate Master?"

"Refund! I clicked in full of anticipation to behold the divine visage, only to watch a fight against thin air!"

"Calling a deer a horse, are we? To establish the prestige of your two official organizations, you dare to exploit even the Fate Master?"

Anger, doubt, and the humiliation of being fooled spread crazily in the comment section.

Millions of survivors who had just crawled out of piles of dead bodies were already on the edge of extreme sensitivity, and at this moment, they all exploded.

But just as the cursing was about to spiral out of control, the well-prepared internet water army and guides from the two official organizations quickly stepped in, and a few upvoted comments that were bolded and pinned acted like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing everyone's fury.

"Everyone calm down! Open your eyes and look at the text prompt in the post! [The Fate Master's status is suspected to be too high; some survivors may not be able to observe his figure]!"

"Use your brains! If it weren't for the Fate Master's intervention, how would that hundred-meter deep-sea giant crab in the video have disappeared into thin air? How was that three-hundred-meter overlord in the Revival Society's video shredded by a water tornado? Is this kind of scene that transcends physical Law something anyone at the current stage could create as special effects?!"

"Brothers, I just asked a friend of mine on the front lines of the Little Life Society, and he swore he saw a young man wearing a white T-shirt with his own eyes! But when he watched this video, he couldn't see the person's face clearly, only a blurred outline! Those who weren't on the scene couldn't even see the outline!"

These sober comments were pushed to the top.

The emotionally out-of-control survivors were stunned.

They retreated to the top of the post and carefully read the text prompt they had impatiently skipped over.

Subsequently, the entire forum fell into deep self-doubt and extreme shock.

"Is it real... A Mortal cannot see?"

"Could it be because I'm too ordinary? My strength is too poor, and I don't even have the qualifications to catch a glimpse of the Fate Master?"

"Holy shit! This isn't some high-level survivor at all; this is true divine power! The gods cannot be looked at directly!"

"I surrender, I completely surrender. Fate Master, you are my only faith!"

"Ahhhhh! I hate it! Why wasn't I on the front lines! Will I never have the chance to see the Fate Master in this lifetime!"

Reverence, fanaticism, regret, and even fan-girl-like confessions instantly flooded the entire Symphony Realm.

...

Time rewound to ten minutes ago.

Internal area of the Little Life Society's defense line.

President Shen Qing led more than thirty Silver Grade powerhouses, sprinting across the sea surface. They were one step too late and only saw that hundred-meter-tall deep-sea giant crab being squeezed into a pile of ashes by a single hand of an ordinary young man wearing a white T-shirt.

The young man turned his head, exchanged a glance with them, and then stepped into the Void Realm, disappearing without a trace.

The sea breeze was fishy and salty.

More than thirty Silver Grade powerhouses who could call the wind and summon the rain in the Yanhuang Camp stood dumbfounded on the sea surface like a group of wooden carvings.

A full half-minute passed.

Someone swallowed a mouthful of saliva, their voice trembling: "Was that... the Fate Master?"

This sentence was like a switch, instantly detonating the entire scene.

"It definitely was! Who else but the Fate Master could squeeze a super high-level Demonic Beast to death with one slap!"

"Spatial folding! That is the Infinite Horizon! Only the Fate Master has this strength!"

"My god, I actually saw the living Fate Master!"

A group of powerhouses who were usually high and mighty were now like fanatical fans who had just met their idol, excited and flushed.

President Shen Qing took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her violently beating heart. Her big-picture perspective came into play at this moment.

"Quiet!" President Shen Qing shouted coldly, her cold voice pouring down like ice water, "Go check on the wounded!"

She walked quickly to that dilapidated logistics Houseboat.

The female medical staff Wei Xiaoyue sat slumped on the deck, and that male combatant was also trembling all over. The two of them had not yet recovered from the extreme shock of just a moment ago.

President Shen Qing squatted down halfway, her voice softening: "It's okay, it's over. Can you tell me what happened just now? The Fate Master... what did he say? What did he look like?"

Wei Xiaoyue looked at President Shen Qing blankly, tears streaming down her face: "He... he told us to close our eyes and said it would be over soon. His face... I couldn't see it clearly, it changed every second, I couldn't remember..."