91: Chapter 90 Space Backpack

He paused, looking at George with a complex expression.

"Do you know, there was a girl from the Yanhuang Civilization, about seventeen or eighteen years old, who had one of her arms bitten off by a sea beast. Just like you."

George's breathing skipped a beat.

"And then?" His voice was squeezed out from his throat.

"And then—" Tom put down his water cup, "She cried for about ten minutes. Not because of the pain, but because she was afraid she didn't have enough karma points to afford that divine water. Then the captain of her small team walked over and poured a mouthful of that blue divine water directly into her mouth, and then a miracle happened. In just a few seconds, her severed arm grew back."

The sea breeze blew across the deck.

The fish soup in the pot bubbled away.

George sat there motionless, like a stone statue.

Grow back.

The hand could grow back.

The leg could also grow back.

As long as he remained on the Fate Platform, as long as he honestly paid his karma points, as long as he waited—

No.

No.

George's breathing suddenly became rapid, like an overloaded bellows.

He jerked his head up, staring fixedly at Tom, his eyes so red they looked like they were dripping blood.

"You're lying to me!" He roared, his voice cracking, "You're lying to me! How could there be such a thing! How could a severed hand possibly grow back! You're making up stories to fool me!"

He muttered incoherently, his voice growing louder, laced with sobs.

But Tom did not offer any further explanation.

George's questioning grew weaker, soon turning into deep remorse.

If he hadn't quit the Fate Platform.

If he hadn't cursed the Yanhuang Civilization survivors as liars in the group chat.

He would also possess this compass now.

His Houseboat wouldn't have shattered, and he wouldn't have suffered such a severe injury. With his talent, he would definitely be able to live better than this Tom in front of him, who had no abilities to speak of, easily hunting more sea beasts and earning more merit.

He might even have used this god-like magic sea compass to climb to the top of the personal merit ranking, becoming a figure admired by all survivors of the Earth Star civilization.

But now, everything was impossible.

Not only did he have no chance of becoming stronger, but with his severed leg and arm, lacking any autonomy, he could die at any moment following the subsequent Magic Sea survival trials.

Remorse.

Extreme remorse gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake.

He jerked his head up, scrambling towards Tom, grabbing his legs.

"Brother! Brother Tom!" George's face was covered in tears and snot, his voice hoarse, "Teach me! How do I add the Fate Platform back! I was wrong! I was really wrong! I shouldn't have cursed people, I shouldn't have left the group!"

"Please, tell me how to go back! I'm willing to pay karma points! I'm willing to be a dog for the Yanhuang Civilization survivors! As long as you give me the compass, give me the divine water, I am willing to offer everything I have, my life, my Soul, my freedom...!"

Tom shook his head. He didn't have much desire to mock or kick someone while they were down; he just felt a sense of lament, lamenting his own clear-headedness and good luck in choosing to stay back then.

As for George's desire to rejoin the Fate Platform, even if he wanted to help, he felt there was little hope.

At this moment, incidents like the one Tom and George encountered were happening in almost every corner of the Magic Sea, which had just finished its beast tide.

There were too many survivors from other civilizations who had joined the Fate Platform, and very few who had been kicked out or had left voluntarily.

Therefore, the people they could encounter who had the agency and willingness to rescue them were almost exclusively survivors who had safely passed the beast tide with the help of the Fate Platform's functions.

But those who could be rescued and survive were, in the end, a minority. After all, even with the Fate Platform's compass function and the Personal Information Panel showing their status, survivors from other civilizations had suffered heavy casualties.

Not to mention those survivors outside the Fate Platform who couldn't even see their surroundings clearly during the Magic Sea Beast Tide.

Somewhere in an unknown sea area.

A headless corpse dressed as a samurai floated on the sea surface, with the corpse of a "Thousand-Hand Ghost-Faced Octopus" sea beast beside it.

At this moment, on the corpse of the Thousand-Hand Ghost-Faced Octopus, a samurai sword that still shone with a cold glint was embedded in the giant head, which bore a face resembling a human wailing in grief.

If someone who knew or was familiar with this headless samurai were here, combining his attire with that uniquely patterned samurai sword—which was clearly no ordinary item—they would be able to guess that he was none other than the famous figure who was once in the top hundred of the Fuso camp's personal sequence ranking—

Takeda Shinichi.

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Yang Hang's Divided Soul withdrew its attention from this disturbance and transmitted the images and information to Yang Hang's main Divine Sense. When Yang Hang learned of it instantly, he couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.

The idea that his status was too high and Mortals could not look upon him was simply the result of him being too lazy to get a mask to wear, and instead directly invoking the Power of Causality to distort his appearance.

Doing this would consume a bit of energy, but compared to the vast, surging, and endless River of Causality that was accumulating in his Karmic Void Realm—which, if measured by the distance scale from before his Transmigration, was already hundreds of thousands of kilometers long and several hundred kilometers thick—it was just a drop in the ocean.

With so much karmic energy, if he didn't use it to make things convenient for himself, was he supposed to just keep it as scenery?

Compared to the stable way of storing strength by being frugal and making every penny count, he preferred the method of expanding his power through pioneering and using more to gain more.

It was just that he hadn't expected it to affect the appearance of his image in the video.

Could only those who had met him offline see his figure in the video?

That was quite magical.

With this, Yang Hang couldn't help but ponder how to continue strengthening his mastery and use of the Karma talent.

In a few seconds, he had the answer.

It was very simple: strengthen the Fate Platform.

And how to strengthen the Fate Platform?

Obtain more energy.

Harvest more karma points from Fate Platform users.

And the way to harvest more karma points was also simple: add more useful paid features to the Fate Platform. If people used them, he would naturally be able to harvest more karma points.

The method he had thought of before, adding a Spatial Backpack to the Personal Information Panel, was one such way.

A Spatial Backpack, before his Transmigration, would definitely be a "show-off" Divine Artifact that most ordinary people longed to possess.

Don't you see, so many novels used a portable space as a Golden Finger; it was evident what kind of status it held in the minds of the people of Earth Star.

Additionally, with the help of his Fate Platform, the Yanhuang Civilization survivors had harvested too many supplies in this Magic Sea Beast Tide, and the vast majority of them were sea beast corpses. If they couldn't be stored in time, they would inevitably have to be abandoned and destroyed.

Sea beast meat had an excellent texture, rich nourishment, and abundant energy; it was a pity to just give it up. Moreover, if handled improperly, it could easily cause a plague. Although he wasn't sure if the Magic Sea allowed for the existence of plagues, it was always good to take precautions.

But he didn't think just adding a Spatial Backpack was enough.

Even if a Spatial Backpack was well-liked, how much could it expand the volume of that massive river of karmic energy in his Karmic Void Realm?

Unless he priced it particularly ruthlessly, but that was obviously not conducive to the overall development of the Yanhuang Civilization. He wouldn't do such a thing as draining the pond to catch the fish.

So the idea of increasing Karma point revenue by synchronizing and adding more features had to be abandoned for the time being.

At present, the individual Yanhuang Civilization survivors and survivors from other civilizations simply couldn't meet his standard for harvesting energy on a larger scale and higher magnitude.

So now there were two options in front of him.

The first was to continue trying to increase the number of users of the Fate Platform. If there were more users, he could naturally harvest more energy at the same energy harvesting intensity.

But obviously, were there any survivors in the entire Magic Sea he hadn't pulled in?

Yes!

But those were the unqualified products he had abandoned, and that amount was just insulting to him.

The second option, which was also an idea he had when thinking about the balance between the overall combat power and individual combat power of the Yanhuang Civilization survivors.

Since the quantity couldn't be increased for the time being, he would increase the quality.

As long as every Fate Platform user became stronger, wouldn't they be able to provide more energy?

Add some features to the Fate Platform that could help survivors improve their individual abilities.

This way, once the strength of the Yanhuang Civilization survivors was raised, he could logically launch more features for the Yanhuang Survivors to use.

He could even have the conditions to open more basic functions to survivors from other civilizations, further strengthening their survival capabilities.

He had seen quite a lot in this Magic Sea Beast Tide.

In terms of low-end strength, compared to the over 1.3 billion survivors of the Yanhuang Civilization and the over 2 billion survivors of other civilizations, they were strong—and they were more than just a little bit strong.

But once the focus was placed on mid-to-high-level survivors, if the help from the various functions of the Fate Platform was removed, the combat power of survivors at the same level in the Yanhuang Civilization had no advantage.

This was his fault; the Fate Platform had provided a gentle survival environment for the vast majority of Yanhuang Civilization survivors, and the price was a lack of the kind of experience and tempering that came from real life-and-death struggles.

The survivors from other civilizations who managed to climb up were those who had truly crawled out of life-and-death slaughter in the dark forest.

Moreover, it seemed that because of the Diamond Treasure Chest he had obtained, there were really very few survivors in the overall Yanhuang Civilization who started with a Gold Treasure Chest.

There were only a few, and under the blessing of the Fate Platform, they didn't appear that special. Instead, when the first ranking was announced, they were overshadowed by some special Rotten Wood Class and Bronze Grade survivors.

President Shen Qing and Zheng Yuanshan were representatives of this.

Thinking of this, Yang Hang thought carefully and felt that the decision to strengthen the individual strength of the Yanhuang Civilization survivors was imperative.

And it would just happen to connect with dealing with the upcoming personal sequence battle and Faction Sequence Battle.

It was just that, as for how to strengthen individual strength, he still had two ideas.

The first was to make a fuss about the daily treasure chest opening that was essential for survivors.

The second was to simply and crudely create a feature similar to the well-known and famous "Deep Blue" stat-adding function from before his Transmigration.