Hijacking the Timeline

As he pondered this, a new question arose:

He realized the Silver Moon Clan’s appearance in the timeline was off.

In the normal historical timeline, the Silver Moon Clan emerged toward the final stages of the Dawn Army’s downfall, not at this earlier point.

But after further consideration, he suddenly understood.

He surmised that the Silver Moon Clan must have dispatched clansmen to the human world ahead of schedule.

A similar case was Little Cripple and his people.

Little Cripple had also sent a vanguard force into the human world to gather resources.

Tragically, while collecting resources, Little Cripple’s clansmen also sent back the Flesh and Blood Sacrifice cultivation technique.

The moment Little Cripple and his clansmen descended into the human world, Old Mist ambushed them, collectively turning them into sacrifices for his Flesh and Blood Sacrifice ritual.

He suspected Old Mist had been completely bewildered at the time.

Looking back, Old Mist truly fit the protagonist archetype—the kind of person who receives blessings from the heavens. It was no surprise that such a thing would happen to him.

Therefore, it made sense that the Silver Moon Clan had sent vanguard clansmen to scout the human world in advance.

What he hadn’t anticipated was that the Silver Moon Clan had already infiltrated Star City.

Across multiple timelines, he had never detected their presence.

A hint of helplessness crossed his face.

The Silver Moon Clan’s existence was undoubtedly a hidden threat, but he had no intention of wasting time on them now.

The Silver Moon Domain Field hadn’t even descended yet, and without it, the Silver Moon Clan couldn’t cause any real trouble.

This era didn’t belong to them.

By the time they emerged onto the historical stage, he would have been dead for countless years.

His focus needed to remain on the Technology Research Institute in Future City. As for intelligence on the Silver Moon Clan, he would leave that for his counterparts in other timelines to investigate and resolve.

This battle timeline, forged through alliances with various factions, required a grand strategic vision to guide its future course.

The Silver Moon Clan, in its current state, clearly didn’t qualify for such consideration.

Moreover, the Black Dragon had only said the silver puppet resembled a war weapon of the Silver Moon Clan, without offering any definitive confirmation.

With this in mind, Feng Qi turned to the Black Dragon and said, ”Return now. Notify me immediately if you receive any further information about the Silver Moon Clan.”

”Understood,” the Black Dragon replied, bowing respectfully before leaping off the skyscraper’s edge.

After the Black Dragon departed, Feng Qi turned to Mu Qing, who was still gripping the metal puppet with one hand. He then pulled out his phone and called the Dean of Tiger Soul Academy.

He decided to have Tiger Soul dispatch personnel to conduct an initial inspection of the metal puppet on-site. Once the preliminary examination confirmed there were no immediate issues, it would be transported to the Tiger Soul Research Institute for a thorough analysis.

”Let’s go,” Feng Qi said.

”Mm-hmm!” Mu Qing nodded obediently.

Taking a step forward, Feng Qi’s figure plummeted from the sky. Seeing this, Mu Qing immediately followed suit.

As they rapidly descended, Feng Qi switched his innate ability. Telekinesis surged outward, enveloping his entire body, instantly halting his fall. He then used telekinesis to catch Mu Qing as she continued to fall.

With a thought, he lifted Mu Qing into the air and began flying toward the Tiger Soul Research Institute.

Five months later.

Tiger Soul Research Institute, training room.

After activating the screen, Feng Qi began reviewing the latest updates.

First, he checked his email.

The email contained the latest situation reports from their own forces, as well as updates on the training progress of the military department and domain combat teams.

What particularly caught his attention was the development of Dawn.

Recently, a new energy line had been connected to the Super Virtual Factory outside Star City, significantly increasing the daily production of virtual game pods.

According to investigation reports, Dawn now held a 30% market share across various academies. Virtual Game Rooms had also been established in several districts of Star City and were operating on a small scale.

This meant the next phase of the super virtual game plan could now be implemented.

The Virtual Domination Tournament for game pod allocations among Star City’s academies could be launched ahead of schedule.

Feng Qi looked forward to this with anticipation.

The decision to launch the super virtual game along this battle line was aimed at rapidly enhancing Star City’s overall strength in all aspects, particularly its combat capabilities.

Organizing the quota domination tournament was intended to ignite the competitive spirit of academy students.

The fierce competition would also significantly drive the students’ desire to improve their skills.

These students would soon become warriors of the Dawn Organization.

After reviewing the email, Feng Qi opened the Authority Database and located the Scarlet Research Institute’s documentation on the Virtual Domination Tournament.

He began to examine it closely.

Among the Scarlet Research Institute’s plans for the Virtual Domination Tournament, one project particularly caught his attention.

This project was titled ”Coach Corps Cultivation.”

The specific plan involved creating a specialized Coach Corps to serve as dedicated instructors for academy students and newly recruited warriors.

What surprised Feng Qi was the criteria for selecting members of the Coach Corps...

One month later.

Star City, East District, 11 PM.

A steady drizzle fell, shrouding the East District in a misty veil. Even at this late hour, the area remained brightly lit.

On his way home, Xiao Yu, thoroughly drunk, stumbled and knocked over a roadside trash can, then vomited profusely.

The toppled trash can extended two mechanical claws, automatically righted itself, and began cleaning up Xiao Yu’s vomit.

Grasping the smart trash can for support, Xiao Yu struggled to his feet, taking a few unsteady steps before nearly falling again.

”Would you like me to call the emergency services?” the smart trash can suddenly asked.

”No!” Xiao Yu snapped, his voice harsh. He took another step forward and promptly collapsed to the ground.

This fall was severe. His right leg twisted at an unnatural angle, and the fabric of his pants tore, revealing a metallic prosthetic limb.

”I believe you may require assistance.”

”I don’t need help!” Xiao Yu insisted, struggling to his feet once more.

He glanced down at his prosthetic leg, a self-mocking smile flickering across his face.

After all these years, he still couldn’t escape it.

The therapist called it PTSD, or post-traumatic stress disorder.

The symptoms included constant flashbacks of the horrific experiences from his time on the front lines, making it impossible to break free from the past.

(End of the Chapter)

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