Tong Wenqi, who had been mingling behind the crowd, stepped forward.
混迹在众人身后的童文奇往前走去。
{Watch out for their temporal sequence.}
{小心他们时序。}
[Relax. These thugs from the Red Demon Palace have been up to no good all along, and today they came to me on their own initiative. Naturally, I intend to act in the name of Heaven’s justice.]
[放心。这些赤魈宫的家伙平日里为非作歹，今天自己送上门来，我当然是要替天行道了。]
“Huh? What is he trying to do?”
“咦，他想干嘛？”
The masked crew, seeing their own teammate step forward, called out to him one after another.
这群蒙面队伍，见自己队友上前，纷纷喊他。
“Come back now, don’t pick any trouble.”
“快回来，不要惹事。”
“Hey, you there, I said get back here—don’t mess with them!”
“这家伙，喂，喊你回来，别去惹他们！”
Yu Chen, whose blood had been stopped thanks to a healing ability amid the few holding him back, spoke weakly through cold sweat after losing his arms: “You… what are you trying to do? Don’t throw away your life for that weapon…”
在几人怀中的余晨已经被治疗能力止住血，失去双手的他冷汗直冒的开口虚弱道：“你，你想干什么，不要，为了武器，丢…丢命。”
At this moment, the ten men on the opposite side also spotted the slightly slender figure emerging from behind the group.
此时对面那十人，也瞧见了从几人后方走出来的那道略微纤瘦的身影。
“Kid, want to die?”
“小子，想死？”
Swoosh! Tong Wenqi suddenly blurred into motion. He sprinted in a circle around these men, flinging both hands up—countless afterimages flashed like tracks of sharp blades, enveloping his opponents.
唰！童文奇身形突然闪动。他围着这些人快速奔跑，双手一扬，无数幻影闪现，如同一道道凌厉的刀锋划动的痕迹将对方包裹。
“What is this?!” Their vision blurred.
“这是？！”众人眼睛一花。
Boom!
轰隆！
The air ruptured with a burst, and they didn’t even have time to scream before being reduced to flying chunks of flesh and bone.
空气发出爆鸣，他们连惨叫都来不及便化为纷飞的血肉碎块。
Behind them, Cao Maodian and the others stood dumbfounded—there was such a master among their own squad?
后方的曹茂典几人目瞪口呆，自己队伍中还有这样的高手？
……
……
Tong Wenqi’s model expanded rapidly outward to make investments while he turned into a residual shadow and charged into the mist of blood and flesh. With a flick of his hand, he grabbed the silver Chrono Weapon.
童文奇的模型飞速扩展出去进行着投资，同时化为道残影冲入血肉蒙雾之中，手一扬便将银色时序战器握在手中。
With a kick of his foot, he sent the “frequency crystal” bound to this space flying up like a kicked ball, and with the tip of his toes, delivered it into the boy’s hands.
脚下一踢，绑定了此处空间的“频晶”，被踢皮球般踩起后脚尖一送就到了少年手中。
In just two or three seconds, he had already turned and rushed back toward the rift that was reopening.
前后不过两三秒，他已经掉头快速冲向重新打开的裂缝。
“Not good!”
“不好！”
“If that guy gets out and closes the entrance, we’ll all be stuck here!”
“那家伙出去若是关闭入口，我们都会被留在这里！”
Yu Chen cursed bitterly, Who the hell is this kid? If he had acted earlier, I wouldn’t have lost both arms and become disabled. What now!
余晨恨道，这小子到底是谁？早点出手自己也不至于失去双臂成为残疾，这可怎么办！
But upon reflection, it struck him that his team could never have recruited such a terrifying figure.
但转念一想，自己队伍根本不可能招募到这种可怕的家伙。
Was our plan already known to others? A chill of dread rose in his heart.
自己等人的计划，早就被人得知了吗？一股胆寒在他心中冒起。
……
……
Li Wang turned to look, only to feel his brain buzzing with a loud roar, his gaze turning blank.
李王转头一瞧，只觉得大脑嗡的一声，目光呆滞。
All members of his team were dead, and their time signatures were all on him!
自己队伍之人尽数身死，而他们的时序都在自己身上！
“Ugh! Who did this?!”
“呃啊！是谁！！”
Li Wang’s hair stood on end, filled with overwhelming rage. Just as he was about to chase after, he suddenly felt a cold chill all over.
李王头发竖立，震怒无比，刚要追去，突然感觉浑身一冷。
The tip of a cheap iron sword protruded from his chest, with drops of blood dripping down from it.
劣质铁剑的尖端从胸口透出，血液从其上滴落。
Pfft! Yang Zicang withdrew the sword, and blood gushed out rapidly.
噗！杨子藏抽剑，鲜血快速喷出。
[Financing target achieved, Yang Qian actively recovers profit 1000N.]
[融资目标已达成，杨千主动回收盈利1000N。]
Li Wang turned his head inch by inch, his blurry gaze fixed on the cold, emotionless young man behind him. His throat rattled a couple of times, then his body slumped to the ground with a crash.
李王一寸寸转过头颅，目光昏花的看向身后冷漠无情的年轻人，喉咙里响动两声后，身躯轰然倒下。
[Other investors voluntarily withdrew their profits: 4000N]
[其他投资者主动回收盈利4000N]
[I harvested 7342.10N—what a long, drawn-out era this has been.]
[我收获了7342.10N，这可真是漫长的岁月啊。]
[I distributed dividends of 3671.5N.]
[我分发了红利3671.5N.]
The blade in Yang Zicang’s hand reignited with a crimson glow as he stepped forward step by step. The group propping up Yu Chen trembled and staggered backward in fear.
杨子藏手上的剑刃重新亮起红芒，他一步步往前走去，那堆扶着余晨的人吓得不住后退。
“Brother, Brother Yang, we were wrong.”
“哥，杨哥，我们错了。”
This was the man who had emerged unscathed from Li Wang’s storm-like attacks.
这是能在李王那狂风骤雨般攻击中毫发无伤的男人。
Moreover, his timeline was simply unfathomably deep.
而且他的时序根本就是无可揣测的多。
“Who are you? Never mind—don’t bother taking off your masks.”
“你们是什么人？算了，别解开你们的面具。”
Upon hearing this, these people frantically tore at the sweltering, prickling garments that wrapped them from head to toe. They were desperate to rip off their masks and reveal their identities, pleading that the headquarters’ order forbidding killing might still hold.
听闻此话，这些人反而疯了般在身上扯动着这些包裹全身，热得起泡的衣物。他们迫不及待扯下面罩表露自己的身份，他们乞求总部“不准杀人”的禁令还能算数。
“I’ll give you my timeline—just don’t kill us, please.”
“我给你我的时序，求你别杀我们。”
“Brother Zicang, Grandfather Zicang, please, don’t come any closer.”
“子藏大哥，子藏爷爷，求您别，别过来了。”
Two of them even knelt on the spot, clasping their fists in supplication, desperate to survive.
有两人甚至当场下跪，抱拳求情，他们都想活下去。
The rift in the distance had vanished once more; the one who had left indeed sealed this place with a frequency crystal. These few no longer deluded themselves with hopes of escape—hadn’t they seen the red glow on that sword? That was a color born only from a timeline augmented by over ten thousand years.
远处的裂缝又消失了，出去的那人果然是用频晶封闭了这里。这几人已经不妄想能够逃出去了，没看到那剑上的红芒吗，那是超过万年增幅的时序才有的色彩。
As he glimpsed their faces, a surge of righteous fury rose in Yang Zicang’s heart: “So it’s you.”
看到这些人的样貌，杨子藏心中冒起几丝愤意：“原来是你们。”
They were the ones who had first discovered that C-class intersecting space in the square! No wonder.
是广场上先一步发现那C级交错空间之人！难怪。
“Bro, I have four hundred years of time sequence, and our entire team still has nearly three thousand years left. We’ll give it all to you, really.”
“哥，我有四百年时序，我们整支队伍还剩有接近三千多年时序，我们全都给你，真的。”
Yang Zicang skipped over this man and swept his gaze to the team’s leader, Yu Chen.
杨子藏略过这人，目光扫向这只队伍的首领，余晨。
Having lost both hands, Yu Chen’s chest emitted a glow, and his gaze fell weakly on Yang Zicang’s face.
失去双手的他胸前冒出光芒，目光虚弱的落在杨子藏脸上。
[Yu Chen wants to obtain a time sequence investment.]
[余晨想获得时序投资。]
“Give me… a little investment, and I’ll pay back… all the profits to you… spare us.”
“给我…一点投资，我，全部…反利给你…放过我们。”
He spoke weakly, while the others looked at him with eyes full of hope.
他虚弱道，其他几人都充满期待的看着他。
“In that case…”
“既然如此…”
Yang Zicang was tempted. He was about to terminate the model’s financing and invest his own time sequence in the other party when a voice suddenly came from not far behind him.
杨子藏意动，他正要解除模型的融资，给对方投入自己的时序，身后不远处突然传来道声音。
“Don’t!”
“不要！”
Yang Zicang looked over. Under the pile of flesh, a figure slowly crawled out.
杨子藏看过去，那堆血肉下，动作缓慢的爬出来个人影。
“You’re not dead!” Yang Zicang and Liang Xi exclaimed with great joy.
“你没死！”杨子藏和梁喜大喜。
“Cough, cough, it stinks so bad. I almost puked out my guts, ugh~”
“咳咳，真臭啊，老子都要把黄疸吐出来了，呃儿~”
Luo Bin wiped his mouth: “You actually killed Li Wang! He should have a few thousand years of time sequence. Don’t take these guys’ time sequence, no matter what. Careful, it might disappear.”
洛宾擦了擦嘴：“你竟然干掉了，李王！他应该有几千年时序吧，你千万别要这些人的时序。小心，会消失。”
Disappear!
消失！
A tingling sensation like an electric shock ran down Yang Zicang’s spine.
杨子藏背脊划过道电流般的酥麻。
He thought of the vanished Zhao Anlong.
他想到消失赵安龙。
He suddenly turned his head and glared at these men. So this was their scheme!
他猛然回头盯着这几人，这些家伙打着这样的盘算吗！
The few of them cried out: “Bro Yang, spare us! We have no idea about any disappearing or not.”
几人叫唤道：“杨哥饶命啊，我们根本不知道什么消不消失的。”
“Liang Xi.”
“梁喜。”
“Yeah, bro.” Liang Xi hurried down from the stairs.
“欸，哥。”梁喜快步从楼梯上跑下来。
“Give this guy just one day of investment.”
“给这家伙投资一天。”
“Oh.” Liang Xi obediently invested 1 R into Yu Chen, the man whose arms had been severed.
“喔。”梁喜听话的给断掉双臂的余晨投资了1R。
[I received an excess return of 3652.1 N.]
[我获得了超额返利3652.1N。]
At the sound of the voice echoing in his mind, Liang Xi’s whole body tingled with excitement, and he nearly burst into cheers on the spot.
听到心中反馈过来的声音，梁喜激动得浑身酥麻，差点当场欢呼出来。
However, he quickly suppressed his ecstasy and stammered, “Bro, bro, they gave me three thousand, s-six hundred and sixty, fifty…”
不过他很快就收拾住了自己的狂喜，激颤的道：“哥，哥，他们给了我三千，六六六百多，五十…”
“Excellent. But how could my spear be worth only three thousand time sequences? Your people stole it, so tell me, who was that!”
“很好。可是我的枪怎么会只值三千多时序，你们的人抢走了它，说，那是谁！”
At this moment, everyone had pulled off their masks, so they clearly knew what kind of worthless scum the missing person was.
此刻大伙都扯下了面具，因此很清楚少的那个人是什么货色。
“He’s not one of us.”
“他不是我们的人啊。”
Cao Maodian was practically on the verge of crying. He grabbed the young man beside him by the hair and cursed, “Damn it, it was you, this idiot, who came up with the idea, letting someone sneak in without even knowing.”
曹茂典都快哭出来了，他一把扯过旁边青年的头发：“妈的，就是你这个草包给出的主意，被人混进来都不知道。”
Several of them started shifting the blame onto each other, with two even claiming they knew nothing and were just dragged along to make up the numbers.
几人互相甩锅，更有两人表示自己什么都不清楚，是被拉来凑数的。
Yang Zicang shook his head, pointing his sword, which glowed with a red light, at the group.
杨子藏摇摇头，他用冒着红芒的剑指着这群人。
“Spread out. Each of you, enter one of this theater’s intersecting scenes.”
“你们，分散开来，每人选个这间剧场的交错场景进去。”
“No, bro, please!”
“不要啊，哥。”
The few of them wailed.
几人哀嚎。
“Hurry up!” He kicked one kneeling in front square on the head, sending him toppling to the ground.
“快点！”他一脚踢在跪在前方的一人头上，将其踢得栽倒地。
The man scrambled to his feet in fright and hurriedly crawled and rolled into a flickering intersecting tableau that was about to vanish. After two or three minutes, this scene, which should have disappeared long ago, slowly transformed along with this person and vanished, morphing into a different terrain.
那人吓得当即连爬带滚的进入一个闪动着的，即将消失的交错幕景。过了两三分钟，这原本早该消失的场景才缓缓带着此人变幻消失，成为了别的地形。
“Whether you live or die depends on whether you can hold out until we stabilize this space. Go repent your sins. Next.”
“能不能活下来，就看你们能否撑到我们稳定这片空间了。去忏悔你们的罪孽吧。下一个。”
Everyone except Yu Chen, with expressions of despair, each chose a staggered scene and entered it.
除了余晨，每人都愁容满面的选了个交错场景进入。
When only Yu Chen remained, Yang Zicang snorted coldly and lifted him up.
当最后只剩余晨之时，杨子藏冷笑了下，将他提起来。
“Ah, I’m already disabled.”
“啊，我都残疾了。”
“Who knows if you have any tricks up your sleeve.”
“谁知道你有没有什么后着。”
Yang Zicang tossed him into a shimmering staggered zone, where two sika deer were leaping and darting about in panic.
杨子藏将他丢入一个闪动着的交错地内，那里面两只梅花鹿蹦跳着乱窜。
If it were just ordinary deer, it might be bearable, but the sika deer here seemed trained by weightlifting champions—every single one had muscles bulging like a boxer’s biceps.
如果只是普通的鹿还好，但这里的梅花鹿都像是被举重冠军训练过似的，每一只的腱子肉都堪比拳王的肱二头肌。
Seeing someone thrown in, they lowered their heads and charged, ramming Yu Chen and making him yelp in pain.
瞧见有人被丢进入，它们抵着头冲了过来，将余晨撞得哇哇叫。
Even Luo Bin’s hair stood on end from the sight.
洛宾都看得寒毛直竖。
Yang Zicang usually seemed unremarkable, but at moments like this, he was so ruthless. Was it the model’s influence? But then Luo Bin almost threw up from his own stench and quickly ran toward a water-filled scene, scooping out water to wash the floor.
这杨子藏平时看上去没什么，这种时候却如此冷酷，是模型影响吗？但随即他又被自己臭吐了，于是赶紧往有水的场景里跑，并弄水出来冲地。
Once everyone had disappeared into the C-grade staggered zone, Yang Zicang looked up at the void and said, “As you wished, my Chrono Weapon has already been handed over. Don’t bother me again.”
等众人都消失在这C级交错地内，杨子藏抬眼对着虚无处道：“如你们所愿，我的时序战器已经交出去了，以后别来烦我。”
……
……
As the mental connection faded, the outside world had already erupted into chaos over the emergence of the Century Weapon.
心灵联系消散的同时，外界已经因百年器的出世而乱成了一锅粥。
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In the theater, Liang Xi looked at Yang Zicang excitedly: “Brother, with all this timing power, what should I do?”
剧场，梁喜兴奋看向杨子藏：“哥。这么多时序，我该怎么办？”
“You just give me the odd years. Keep the remaining three thousand years. If someone emerges from their intersected scenes eventually, you’ll need them to deal with them.”
“你把零头给我就行了，剩下三千年留着，万一他们的交错场景出现，有人出来你也好应付。”
Liang Xi sensed something was off.
梁喜听出了不对劲之处。
“Zicang bro, what are you going to do?”
“子藏哥，你要干嘛？”
“I need to take a good rest, sleep for a while.”
“我要好好休息下，睡一觉。”
“Oh, okay.” Liang Xi breathed a sigh of relief.
“这样啊。”梁喜松了口气。
After finishing his work, Yang Zicang found a small room to prepare for entering his dream world.
忙活完的杨子藏寻了处小房间作为接下来进入梦境世界的准备。
He lay down on a simple straw mat woven from wild grass he had collected, placing beside him some equipment like a bow and arrows that would be temporarily unused.
他躺在采摘来的枯草所作的简易草垫上，身旁放着暂时用不上的弓箭等装备。
Feeling the Mail Badge contained within the model of his chest, along with approximately four thousand two hundred years of temporal domain—such a vast stretch of time, likely grueling enough to waste in the dream world.
感受着胸口模型中所蕴含着的那枚邮徽，以及约莫四千两百年左右的时序。这么漫长的时光，想必已经足够在梦境世界里挥霍了吧。
“Liang Xi, I don’t know how long I’ll be asleep later. If those people in interspersed scene factions reappear, just ignore them if they cause no trouble. But should the tide turn, eliminate them.”
“梁喜，等下我不知道会睡多久。那些家伙所在的交错幕景再次出现后，他们不惹事也就罢了，若有异动，就解决掉他们。”
Yang Zicang’s tone had never been so grave, detached, and filled with murderous intent.
杨子藏语气从未如此严肃与冷漠，充满杀意。
Liang Xi wasn’t fooled; he naturally felt something wrong. Nodding, he hesitated a bit before asking:
梁喜不是傻子，他自然感觉得出有什么不对，点点头后，梁喜踌躇了下还是问：
“Bro, are you injured anywhere?”
“哥，你是不是有哪里受伤了？”
“No, rest assured. Also, the convergence of the crossed tide—slow, steady, like before. Tell Luobin not to disturb me; I’m to linger until I wake up.”
“没有，放心吧。还有，交错地稳定得越慢越好，告诉洛滨，别来打扰我，一切等我醒来。”
“Hmm, okay, I’ll tell him right when he comes back.”
“噢，好的，他回来我就跟他说。”
Liang Shui left through the door, reducing the light gloominess. Between Zicang’s fingers manifesting a square silver-white square outline the size idios from past—truncatable, a fixed halo long—light. Four edges neatly alignmular covering sealed power storage content—that truly became rendered intangible this dives persinal core world. This engraved model holds his last secret initiative, sealed as an official v-card core-in artifact, the postmark symbol dimension vector token…
梁喜关门而去，光线暗了下来。杨子藏指尖具现出如邮票般大小的正方形银白光线方框，这便是邮徽。
……
……
[I, the Great Quadrilateral, where do I wish to send my thoughts?]
[我，伟大的四边形，想将心念邮寄到哪里？]
“I lack marksmanship,” Yang Zicang thought.
“我缺少枪法。”杨子藏想到。
King Li’s attack had made him deeply aware of the difference between a professional boxer and an ordinary person.
李王的攻击让他深刻认识到了职业拳击手跟普通人的差别。
But if he were to use this precious mail emblem to exchange for that thing, Yang Zicang thought it would be like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
但若真用这枚珍贵的邮徽去换那东西，杨子藏又觉得应该是牛刀宰鸡。
The mail emblem should have greater value.
邮徽还有更大价值才对。
“I also lack the ability to deal with those powerful evil nightmares. Simply training in combat techniques won’t help me stand my ground here.”
“我还缺少应对那些强大恶魇的能力，仅仅锻炼格斗技巧，并不能让我立足于此。”