Knights: The journey of support starting with Faiz

Furthermore, I feel you have a better compatibility with the energy of the fire angels; your inner light is closer to humanity, perhaps allowing it to exert even greater power.

Jiang Ye was silent for a moment before speaking.

"We (the King) must find a way back to the original world as soon as possible. In the Build world, Eberl is always an unstable factor and could trigger an even bigger crisis at any time."

Zhan Tu put the buckle back on the table and said seriously.

"That's right. This Grand Prix of Desire might just be the key to finding the answer."

Jiang Ye looked at the buckle and said thoughtfully.

"I'm wondering if others could try using the Earth Upgrade Belt. Since it's related to energy, perhaps it also has some connection to our inner light. Maybe through different people trying it, we can discover more secrets about it."

Chapter 269: The Grand Prix of Desire

The official conference room of the Desire Grand Prix was bathed in cool blue light.

The holographic screen took up the entire wall.

The game continuously played the battle scenes between Jiang Ye, Ban Zhang Long Ga, and Kiryu Sento.

Nilam sat at the head of the conference table, his silver-gray suit gleaming with a metallic sheen.

His long, slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest, his eyes fixed on the screen showing the scene of the War Rabbit modifying the props.

That brilliant physicist is fusing the water flow device with the virus module by hand.

The burst of purple energy refracted a strange halo on his lenses.

"Data compilation complete, Lord Niram."

Samas pushed up his transparent glasses, and a holographic panel unfolded in front of him, the pulsating data reflecting his excited face.

"Kiryu Sento's popularity has surged by 370% in the past 24 hours, surpassing Ukiyo Hidetoshi to become the contestant with the highest search volume across all platforms. The props production team analyzed his modification techniques overnight and is now launching three new buckles with similar principles for market testing."

Niram's lips curled into a satisfied smile as he reached out and adjusted his tie.

“Excellent, this is exactly the kind of variable the competition needs. The audience is already tired of the same old battle patterns, and the appearance of War Rabbit is like throwing a boulder into a calm lake.”

His gaze swept across the screen showing Jiang Ye unleashing his inch punch.

"And Jiang Ye, his resonance data with the Earth Upgrade Buckle is also very interesting, completely exceeding the system's expectations."

“There’s good news from the sponsors too.” Samas swiped the panel, and a densely packed chart of fund flows popped up.

"The conglomerates 'Starry Sky Group' and 'Sky Dome Heavy Industries' have already launched the second round of investment ahead of schedule, and the activity of the reward system has increased by 400%."

Within just three hours of opening their dedicated donation channels, Zhan Tu and Jiang Ye broke the annual record for newcomer players.

Nilam leaned back in his chair, a smug look in his eyes.

"I personally selected and adjusted the parameters of their core IDs."

He reached out and tapped the screen, zooming in on the three people's portraits.

"Jiang Ye's 'Light of the Soul' compatibility, Long Wo's vampire physique amplification, Zhan Tu's technological modification potential... the combination of these hidden attributes is to break Ukiyo Hidetoshi's monopoly on victory."

Samas suddenly brought up a comment.

"However, some viewers have expressed concerns that the War Rabbit's continued attempts to break the rules of the props may threaten the technological system of future humans."

Nilam let out a low laugh, his eyes full of contempt.

"How can a person from a past era shake the technological barriers accumulated over thousands of years? No matter how much he tries, he is just dancing within the framework defined by the system."

He got up and walked to the window, gazing at the neon-lit city beyond the virtual screen.

"Let him do his best; the more enthusiastic the audience is, the higher our commercial value will be."

(ahcd) By the stream on the outskirts of the city, Jinghe held up his fishing rod and looked at Jiang Ye with a puzzled expression.

The setting sun turned the stream golden, and the fishing line cast tiny ripples on the surface.

Jiang Ye sat on a moss-covered rock, his gaze piercing through the water.

The person blends into the surrounding vegetation and flowing water.

"Brother Jiang Ye, can fishing really be considered a form of spiritual practice?"

Jinghe couldn't help but break the silence.

"Shouldn't we be practicing more combat skills and energy management?"

Jiang Ye didn't turn her head, but her voice came clearly.

"What do you think is most important in combat?"

Jinghe scratched his head.

"Strength? Speed? Or combat skills?"

"It is the heart."

Jiang Ye's fishing rod swayed, but he didn't make any move.

"When you are surrounded by evil followers, your heart will pound like a drum, your breathing will become disordered, and even the strongest moves will lose their accuracy."

He finally turned to look at Jinghe, his eyes reflecting the sunset.

"When fishing, you need to clear your mind and focus on every ripple on the water. This is essentially the same as sensing the enemy's movements and adjusting your breathing rhythm during combat."

Jinghe nodded as if she understood, mimicking Jiang Ye's expression.

Just then, his fishing rod suddenly sank violently, and a huge splash erupted on the water's surface.

The boy frantically pulled on the fishing rod, but his body leaned forward uncontrollably, and he was about to fall into the water.

A hand steadily supported his back.

Jiang Ye had gotten up at some point, lightly gripping the fishing line with his other hand. With a flick of his wrist, a large silver-scaled fish broke out of the water.

The fish calmed down in his palm, and the sunlight reflecting off its scales illuminated his serene face.

Chapter 270: Zombie Virus

"Can you feel it? When you become one with the fishing rod in your hand, the fish in the water, and even the wind around you, your movements will naturally become smooth."

Jinghe stared blankly at Jiang Ye, suddenly recalling how Jiang Ye fought during the match.

Those seemingly casual punches all hit the demons' vital points with pinpoint accuracy.

Just like his calm and unhurried demeanor while fishing right now.

"try again."

Jiang Ye released the fish back into the water and rebaited it.

"Let go of the idea that 'fishing is a form of spiritual practice,' and focus solely on the present moment."

Jinghe took the fishing rod, but this time he didn't rush to catch anything.

Instead, she slowly closed her eyes, feeling the sound of the flowing stream and the touch of the breeze on her cheeks.

When the fishing line was pulled again, his movements were gentle, and a small fish lay quietly in his palm.

"good."

Jiang Ye smiled with satisfaction; the distant sky had been dyed a deep purple.

"Tomorrow, let's try using breathing techniques while fishing."

The night, like thick ink, enveloped the city tightly.

The streetlights cast a dim, yellowish light, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Miyin huddled on a bench near the station, her body trembling uncontrollably.

His teeth were chattering and making a clicking sound.

Her once vibrant dress was now covered in dust and dirt, looking worn and tattered.

The zombie virus, like a greedy demon, roamed and eroded her body.

Her face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, and her eyes had become dull and lifeless, as if she had lost her soul.

Consciousness constantly wavered between ambiguity and clarity.

She dared not go home, fearing she would infect her family with the virus, and could only wander helplessly in the cold streets.

Suddenly, a vibration came from her pocket, and her phone screen lit up; it was Misora ​​calling.

Miyin looked at the familiar name on her phone screen, hesitated for a long time, and finally pressed the answer button.

"Mikora..."

Her voice was so weak it was almost inaudible, as if it were drifting from a distant place.

"Miyin? What's wrong? Your voice sounds so weak, are you sick?"

Misora ​​keenly noticed that something was wrong with Mion and asked her with concern.

Miyin opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to begin. After a long while, she finally spoke with difficulty.

"I...I'm not feeling well."

Where are you? I'm coming to find you right now!

Misora's voice was filled with anxiety.

A warm feeling welled up in Miyin's heart. In this lonely and helpless moment, Misora's concern was like a light in the darkness.

She gave her location, then hung up the phone and continued to curl up on the bench, waiting for Misora ​​to arrive.

In the shadows not far away, Ukiyo Hidetoshi was silently observing Mion.

His eyes revealed worry ever since he learned that Miyin had been infected with the zombie virus.

He had been secretly keeping an eye on her situation.

Seeing Miyin's pained expression, he felt a pang of pity.

But he knew that taking rash action at this critical moment of the virus outbreak could have more serious consequences.

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Not long after, Misora ​​rushed over.

Her forehead was covered in sweat, and her hair was a little messy.

But at this moment, all she could see was Miyin, who was curled up on the bench.

I saw Miyin's thin figure shivering in the cold night.

Misora ​​felt a sharp pain in her heart.

She quickly stepped forward, squatted down in front of Miyin, and gently took her hand.

"Miyin, I'm here, don't be afraid."

Miyin slowly raised her head and saw Misora's familiar face. A light appeared in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by pain.

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Her body suddenly convulsed violently, and she screamed in pain as the energy of the zombie virus erupted.

Misora ​​instinctively wanted to reach out and hug Mion to comfort her pain.

"Don't touch her!"

Hidetoshi Ukiyo burst out of the shadows and shouted.

But it was too late; Misora's hand was about to touch Mion.

Suddenly, her eyes shone with a dazzling golden light, and a powerful and mysterious force erupted from within her.

Misora's body floated in the air, and her clothes moved on their own without any wind.

Her demeanor underwent a dramatic change; her original gentle and lovely appearance disappeared, replaced by an aura of nobility and majesty.

On her wrist, a golden bracelet gleamed with a mysterious light.

Golden light emanated continuously from the bracelet, enveloping Mi Yin within it.

"I am Bernaju, Queen of Mars." (Again)