88: Chapter 87 The Cool and Strong Victoria

The comment section was dead silent for three seconds.

The fingers that were typing, preparing to continue questioning, all stopped at once.

That's right.

Who built the Fate Platform? The Fate Master built it.

Can the Fate Master see the content on the Fate Platform? Nonsense, he is the Lord of the Fate Altar.

Faking false information about the Fate Master himself on the Fate Master's own turf?

This isn't a question of forgery; this is a question of wanting to live too long.

The silence receded like a tide.

"...It seems really, no one dares."

"No matter how bold the Revival Society and the Little Life Society are, they couldn't possibly spread rumors about the Fate Master himself right under his nose."

"And you saw, the God-Seeing Society, the Fate Master's biggest official fan club, has entered the fray. The details they mentioned—what clothes he wore, where he stood, when he waved—this isn't something that can be made up."

The public opinion began to shift.

Just at this critical moment, the Revival Society's official post updated with a second video.

The title only had eight characters: "Renaissance, The Final Shot."

The video footage came from a reconnaissance drone outside the Renaissance.

A three-hundred-meter-long deep-sea overlord floated on the sea surface, its dark purple bone armor covering half the sky. In the video, the Renaissance's all-hands evacuation alarm rang through a radius of a hundred miles. The Houseboats of hundreds of thousands of ordinary survivors began to retreat frantically.

But the Renaissance didn't move.

The command cabin's communication channel was released simultaneously. Zheng Yuanshan's voice was low, steady, and carried the iron forged from fifty years of military life.

"If we run, what will happen to the hundreds of thousands of Yanhuang Survivors behind us?"

"The existence of the Revival Society is to protect Yanhuang Civilization."

"Over-limit mode, initiate."

Click, click, click—

The armor of the three-hundred-meter-long Gold Tier super battleship peeled off layer by layer; the living quarters, medical cabins, and deck facilities all collapsed and reorganized. In the video, countless parts danced and assembled in the air. That giant ship, carrying the hope of over three hundred thousand people, cut off all its retreat paths and transformed into an over-limit cannon barrel pointing straight at the firmament.

Then, that giant claw, capable of covering the entire battleship, slammed down.

Everyone knew the ending—mutual destruction.

The video was cut here for two seconds of black screen.

When the next frame resumed, the giant beast had disappeared. There was a sky full of white rain, a rainbow spanning a thousand meters, and the backs of everyone in the command cabin saluting the Void Realm.

The comment section was completely overturned.

"Damn, it made me cry."

"They were truly prepared to die... Over-limit mode, that's dismantling the ship and using it as a cannonball..."

"To protect the hundreds of thousands of people behind them, trading a Gold Tier battleship for the life of an overlord?? These lunatics!"

"Stop arguing, the Revival Society couldn't possibly be faking this. They're even willing to give up their lives, do they still need to fake it?"

"The Fate Master didn't just save the Renaissance; he saved those hundreds of thousands of people..."

The questioning voices disappeared.

Replacing them were dense rows of tributes, gratitude, and relief. Someone in the comment section typed "Respect to the Fate Master" character by character, forming neat rows, and it was spammed over ten thousand times.

And just as this wave of emotion within Yanhuang Civilization hadn't fully settled, in the Symphony Realm's World Echo channel, the comments from survivors of foreign civilizations began.

The first one came from the Fog City Camp—Victoria.

She posted a photo of the Abyss Crack-Kiss Shark after it was killed.

The seventy-two-meter-long gray-white giant body floated on the sea surface, congealed blood clots stuck between three rows of hooked teeth, and a fist-sized wound on the inner wall of the lower jaw was clearly visible. Standing next to it was the blood-soaked Victoria, her sword of the sea propped on the deck, her black hair messy from the sea breeze.

"Many thanks to the Cause and Effect Fate Platform, thanks to the Fate Master Yang Hang. By casting aside civilization barriers, you have opened a glimmer of hope for us survivors of foreign civilizations. The weakness markings, movement trajectory predictions, and real-time heat maps provided by the magic sea compass were the keys to my ability to kill this monster. Thank you, Cause and Effect Fate Platform, thank you, Fate Master Yang Hang."

"At the same time, I declare: I respect Fate Master Yang Hang, and I hereby guarantee that I will still give my all in the upcoming individual ranking battles and camp confrontations, not yielding an inch. This is respect for the strong."

The comment section exploded.

"Hiss, so strong."

"Is this real? Solo fighting? It's almost catching up to the Renaissance's achievements."

A series of exclamations like "So cool." "What a real woman." "Daring to thank and daring to declare war, what a grand perspective." "As expected of a ruthless person in the top five of the individual rankings." flooded the comments.

There were also people cursing her for being ungrateful, using someone's compass and still wanting to compete with them.

But Victoria didn't reply to any of the comments.

The total number of speaking opportunities she had saved up since entering the Fate Platform was only two, and once used, they were gone.

Immediately after, more foreign civilization survivors flooded into the Symphony Realm.

A middle-aged woman from the Star-Spangled Banner Camp posted a photo of herself holding a harpoon on the bow of her ship.

"Thank you, Fate Master, the magic sea compass saved my life."

"My name is Nancy. At midnight last night, the magic sea compass told me that three sea beasts were swimming from directly ahead, and told me where their weaknesses were. If not for the compass, I would be dead by now. Thank you, Fate Master. My two children are still waiting for me."

A man who looked like an engineer from the Teutonic Faction:

"I feel honored to be able to join the Fate Platform. The millisecond-level weather warning from the compass helped me find a safe ocean current channel during the beast tide, leading seventeen people to bypass the patrol area of high-Rank sea beasts. After a fight with low-Rank sea beasts, we finally survived. The accuracy of the data provided by the magic sea compass exceeded my understanding of any known System."

Raji from the Indian Camp:

"I was closing my eyes waiting to die at the time. Thank you to the magic sea compass for giving me an extra pair of eyes to see through the dark night."

One after another.

The Kangaroo Camp, Gaul Faction, Maple Leaf Camp, Polar Bear Camp... dozens, hundreds of messages from different civilizations filled the World Echo channel of the Symphony Realm.

The content varied, but the core was the same—because of the magic sea compass, they survived.

The Yanhuang Survivors only now realized that in a Domain they didn't know about, the Fate Master had actually opened the magic sea compass, which they thought was their exclusive privilege, to survivors of foreign civilizations.

For a moment, their feelings were somewhat inexplicably complex.

There was a feeling of being NTR'd to one's face, and also a sense of grievance that the Fate Master they loved and worshipped didn't value them.

But these feelings only appeared at the beginning.

Looking at more and more of these expressions of gratitude and praises of the magic sea compass to the heavens, what accumulated more and more in their hearts was not jealousy, nor anger.

Instead, another more subtle, more nuanced sense of secret pleasure and civilization pride welled up.

Some Versailles-style replies appeared.

"Wait, just the magic sea compass? That's it? The daily function we open every day for one karma point? But you guys really should thank the Fate Master."

"Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter, they're praising the compass to the heavens, isn't this just our basic tool? The Fate Master is really something, not telling us, did he think we would be so petty and unwilling?"

"Come to think of it, we really were blessed without realizing it. The Numerical Panel, the three-colored life spring, the compass, the Trading Realm, the live streaming... everything was given by the Fate Master."

"The Fate Master is awesome!!!"

"To be honest, it doesn't matter if the magic sea compass is opened to them. We have the panel, the Life Spring, and the Trading Realm; crushing them is a piece of cake."

"Er~ ahem, everyone calm down, calm down. The individual ranking and ranking battle are about to start, better not get too cocky..."

As soon as the ranking battle was mentioned, those who were just shouting "permanent opening is fine" immediately shut up.

Opening the compass is one thing, but conceding in formal confrontation is another.

The Yanhuang Survivors in the comment section tacitly stopped mentioning the topic of permanent opening and turned to discuss battle strategies.

And as this cross-civilization craze gradually subsided, many foreign civilization comments that sincerely thanked the Fate Master, were grateful for the Fate Platform, and appreciated the broad-mindedness of the Yanhuang Civilization were quietly pushed to a very high level of popularity.

Among them, a comment from a twenty-three-year-old youth from the Fog City Camp with a visitor tag read as follows.

"My name is Tom Baker."

"I will use my only remaining speaking opportunity to say a few heartfelt words."

"Before midnight last night, I was squatting at the stern of the boat, shivering. I had no weapons, no talents, no companions. All I had was a Rotten Wood Class broken boat and half a life."

"Then I opened the magic sea compass."

"I saw the location of every sea beast. I knew where they came from, where they would swim, and where their weaknesses were."

"Using a homemade spear, I killed the first mid-Rank sea beast in my life, a fierce sea beast larger than me, and I also obtained a Bronze Treasure Chest, opening a powerful bronze harpoon."

"I survived, and I have the ability to survive further."

"I truly mock and regret for those who withdrew from the Fate Platform. It's not because they lost a discussion forum, but because they lost a pair of eyes. They lost the kindness of a great civilization..."

"Finally."

"Thank you, Cause and Effect Fate Platform. Thank you, magic sea compass. Thank you, great Fate Master."

"This is the greatest creation I have ever seen."

Tom Baker finished typing this line and sent it out. He watched his heartfelt comment being pushed to the very top of the World Echo.

Then it was silently liked by countless survivors from various civilization camps.

Ten million likes. Twenty million. Fifty million.

The numbers were still rising.

Tom Baker smiled sincerely. He was genuinely grateful to the Yanhuang Civilization and the Cause and Effect Fate Platform; without them, he knew he absolutely would not have survived this Magic Sea Beast Tide.

Even the great and mysterious Fate Master hadn't revoked the permission for the magic sea compass, which he revered as the Eye of God, giving them an extra hour of usage time.

Although he was really reluctant to part with it.

But he knew that no matter how long He allowed him to use it, it was a grace from God to him, and he would not have the slightest resentment toward Him.

And now what he needed to do was to use this grace to the fullest, without wasting a single bit.

So Tom Baker exited the Fate Platform, took the bronze harpoon he had just opened, and began searching for supplies and sea beast prey that he could handle according to the Fate Platform.

Just as he was having great luck and shouting "Fate Master protect me" a few times, the magic sea compass suddenly scanned a very special yellow light spot. He clicked on it carefully to take a look.

[Target: Caucasian Adult]

[Rank: Ordinary Human Race]

[Danger Level: None]

[Weakness: Head, Eyes, Chest, Stomach...]