Infinite Flow but I Submit Myself – CH46

Chapter 46: Ambers of the Long Night (2)

At the moment the explosion cloud rose—light and heat blazing so bright it nearly lit up the entire sky—the livestream chat fell into dead silence.

Inside Hunger Hell, Red Duke, who had been watching the stream and urging his guild to surround Tang Mobai’s team, froze in shock.

In the safehouse, Jing Su and the two others who’d just been rescued stared at each other, speechless.

Freelance players following the broadcast all gasped in unison.

In the Merchant Alliance headquarters, Chairman Zhan Ye accidentally knocked over his teacup. Scalding tea splashed over the back of his hand, but he didn’t even notice—his eyes were locked on the livestream screen.

In the Watchtower Guild, Zhan’s face flushed red with excitement as she smacked her guild leader, Cang, hard on the shoulder. “Holy shit! That explosion—so damn romantic! Boss!!”

Cang, pounded so hard he almost coughed up his organs, was equally fired up. He broke into a grin completely at odds with his usual stoic image. “They’ve got some guts, huh!”

That night, none of the rival guilds who had picked fights with Fuguang would be sleeping well.

[Holy shit! Holy shit! HOLY SHIT!!]
[What was that?! What the hell was that?! Is that even something low-tier Hell can produce?!]
[No way. Bro, I’ve been in Crisis Hell and never seen anything like that! Higher levels might have, but still—]
[I thought I was dreaming, so I slapped myself. Nope—this is real, f*ck!!]
[Be confident. Even in high-level worlds, you don’t see power like that unless you’re an NPC.]
[No joke, my legs literally went weak just from watching the screen. Imagine being there?!]
[Coward above! Not me, I’m ready—already planned my reincarnation as a rich second gen!]
[What kind of monster did the Jade Society mess with?! Fuguang actually has that kind of weapon?!]
[Damn, if they were that OP, they should’ve said so! No one would’ve messed with them!]
[What level of bomb was that? Anyone know?! Did Tang Mobai make it himself?!]
[Who cares, I just wanna see what’s left of the site now!!]
[Same! Let’s go!]

Viewers from Yan Wuzhen’s stream flooded into Tang Mobai’s and Seth’s channels. It wasn’t just Jade Society members anymore—solo players, rival guilds, and rubberneckers all poured in.

Tang Mobai’s team had already pulled far away from the blast zone, but he had prepared for this: he launched a drone toward the explosion site. The footage appeared on the stream—
a massive crater. The base was gone. Completely.

[You’re insane, streamer…]
[What was that thing?!]
[Who’d dare mess with you now?!]
[I actually feel bad for Jade Society.]
[Say a prayer, boys. Amen.]
[Heard rumors this guy had powerful backing, but not this powerful! How did he even do it?! Alchemy?]
[Yeah right. Jade Society’s monopolized alchemy for years—if they had this tech, they’d have used it already.]
[Then it’s his backer. Some big boss finally flexed.]
[Sorry, streamer—I take back calling you a lovesick fool. I think I’m in love too. Need a partner? How about me?]
[I’m 160cm, cute voice, pick me, big bro!]
[Move aside! I’m all kinds of “bad choices,” whatever you want, I can be~!]

Watching the drone feed, Tang Mobai let out a long breath. Good. The detonation worked.

Even with expert guidance from the real world, the calculated success rate of that bomb was only about 80%. To stabilize it, he’d had to sacrifice some power. Though he told Yan Wuzhen to retreat ten kilometers, the actual blast radius was barely five.

Even so, this “weakened” explosion had cost him nearly everything—his points dropped to just 2,000, barely enough for one last emergency teleport for the team.

His earlier marketing frenzy had, as Zhan Ye predicted, run at a loss. This bomb alone had cost roughly 100,000 points—and that was after minimizing expenses, with experts preparing materials in advance and smuggling what they could from reality.

But there was no choice. In this situation, Tang Mobai needed a single, overwhelming strike to terrify every enemy.

Simply winning the battle wasn’t enough—he needed total domination. He needed every guild in Hunger Hell to fear him.

The plan had gone perfectly. Tonight, it wouldn’t be Fuguang losing sleep—it would be everyone else. From now on, any guild wanting to provoke them would have to ask themselves: Can we survive a bomb like that?

Tang Mobai and Seth landed beside the snowmobile. Yan Wuzhen grabbed them both, face flushed with excitement. “Holy shit! So that’s why you told us to keep our streams on! You’d been planning this all along!”

It was the first time Tang Mobai had ever heard Yan Wuzhen swear. No matter how dangerous things got, he’d always kept that polished, unreadable smile—even when they’d crossed the massive Merchant Alliance. But now? His calm cracked open into raw exhilaration.

Because unlike Tang Mobai, Yan Wuzhen didn’t know about the government support behind him. He had no mysterious benefactor, no safety net. To him, they were just small boats in a storm— one big wave and they’d all capsize.

Yes, he’d chosen the tightrope life himself—but who wouldn’t want to be the one holding the storm instead of surviving it?

Watching that explosion, Yan Wuzhen actually felt moved. The more one mastered schemes, the clearer one saw their limits. In the end, all the clever plots in the world couldn’t compare to pure, unbridled power.

As the mushroom cloud expanded, his tension and unease dissolved into that light and heat, replaced by fierce, blazing pride. With power like this beside them—it felt like nothing in the world was impossible.

Even Seth’s eternally expressionless face showed a hint of awe as he replayed the drone footage. His own world was technologically advanced too, but their weapons focused on stealth and precision—not raw destruction. Even he had rarely seen something so viscerally terrifying.

Light, heat, and thunder—those things trigger fear deep in the genes.

“Heh, just wanted to give you guys a little surprise,” Tang Mobai said with a grin. Then, facing the camera, added, “If anyone’s still not satisfied—feel free to come at me.”

With that, he shut off the stream. Yan Wuzhen and Seth followed suit.

Once the feeds went dark, Tang Mobai turned to Seth, “You okay?”

Seth blinked. “Me?”

“Yeah. I mean… since you see humans as little creatures worth protecting, does doing this bother you? I probably should’ve asked earlier, but you agreed so fast I forgot. Sorry.”

Seth shook his head. “I’m fine. I didn’t see them, anyway.”

Tang Mobai nodded, then said seriously, “The plan’s done. We’ve made our point. Time to go.”

Seth had no objections. Yan Wuzhen, however, thought for a moment and said, “No—we might want to stay.”

Both of them looked at him, surprised.

“This world doesn’t just have Jade Society members,” Yan Wuzhen explained. “Other guilds are here too. When our coordinates leaked during the stream, they probably caught our location.”

That was true—which was exactly why Tang Mobai had saved some points for a quick teleport if they got surrounded.

“If I’m right, you only made one of those bombs, right?” Yan Wuzhen continued.

Tang Mobai nodded.

“Then that’s exactly why we shouldn’t leave.”

Seth frowned. “You want to intimidate them?”

“I told you—if I only have one card, I’ll play it early. That way, no one will ever believe it’s my only card.” Yan Wuzhen smiled faintly. “Bluffing is what people like me do best. After that little performance, the tables have completely turned. Why should we hide now? They’ll be the ones hiding from us.”

He leaned forward, eyes brightening. “And right now is the perfect time to screw over Jade Society. As long as they think you can make more of those bombs, the fear stays on our side. Taking out Fuguang will look way too costly. So what do you think the Merchant Alliance will do?”

Tang Mobai’s eyes narrowed. “Recruit us?”

“Exactly.” Yan Wuzhen snapped his fingers, lips curling into a foxlike grin. “The Alliance isn’t united—they’ve been drooling over alchemy profits for ages, just afraid of Jade Society’s power. But now? Everything’s changed. You appeared. Fuguang appeared. And now we’ve got the firepower to demand a seat at the table.”

“This is the best time. While fear still lingers from that blast, we can negotiate with the first guilds that show up. We don’t have to join the Alliance—we can make private deals instead.”

“Solo players will stay our foundation, just like how you recruited the first batch by cutting them in on profits. We can create a similar model.” His voice quickened with excitement. “That explosion—how much did it cost in total?”

“About a hundred thousand points, counting setup and failed attempts. Another one could probably be done for seventy or sixty thousand.”

“Cheaper than I expected.” Yan Wuzhen’s grin deepened. “That weapon isn’t just a guild killer—it’s a war machine. If we use it in dungeon raids, the results will be unimaginable. Solo demons can’t match guilds in efficiency—but we can change that. We start a fund: each person chips in fifty points, and we triple their payout after the raid.”

“With that, we can raise huge resources fast—no guild membership needed. We’ll represent the interests of almost every solo player. Hunger Hell will belong to two powers only: the Merchants’ Alliance… and Fuguang.”

Yan Wuzhen grabbed Tang Mobai by the shoulders, his black eyes blazing with fervor. For a moment, Tang Mobai was reminded of that time back during the revival match, in the men’s restroom, when Yan Wuzhen had looked at him the same way—eyes burning with ambition as he laid out a plan to overturn the board.

Now, once again, Yan Wuzhen’s gaze locked onto his, lips curling as he murmured, voice trembling with excitement—

“You’re going to stand at the top of Hunger Hell… maybe even the other Hells too.”

However, what answered him was only silence from Tang Mobai.

Yan Wuzhen frowned slightly. “What? You don’t believe me? Or you just don’t want to cooperate with those guilds?”

He recalled Tang Mobai’s usual behavior, thought about the typical stubbornness of people with the “Wrath Fate,” and patiently tried to persuade him. “I know they piss you off, but not all guilds are the same. Remember the Watchtower Guild? There must be others like them in the Merchant Alliance — indecisive, wavering. Now that we have the upper hand, we can choose our partners carefully.”

“No,” Tang Mobai said softly after a few seconds, “I don’t have any objection to working with other guilds.”

“Then…?”

“But I don’t plan to use that weapon to clear dungeons,” Tang Mobai said. “And I never will. It was made for deterrence, not destruction.”

Yan Wuzhen frowned, clearly confused. “Why?”

Tang Mobai explained, “Well, first of all, the explosion causes serious radiation. And secondly, it’s too easy to hurt others.”

“What? Do you even realize what we’re here for?” Yan Wuzhen laughed angrily. “Didn’t you see the world-collapse progress bar when you entered?”

“I did.”

“Then that’s our mission!” Yan Wuzhen hissed. “The more the world collapses, the more the Paradise of the Lost can interfere with it. When the collapse exceeds 50%, we can start using magic. At 80%, higher-tier demons can descend! Our purpose is to accelerate the end of each world — that’s why we are demons!

“And now you’re telling me you don’t want to use that weapon because you’re worried about people dying? What are you even thinking? This world is already doomed! No task world has ever survived the apocalypse. Everyone here will die — even if you do nothing, their lives are already counting down! There has never been an exception!

“The kindness you’re showing now — saving a person or two — changes nothing about the inevitable destruction of this world. We’re just flies feeding on the corpse of a dying giant, taking what’s left of its nutrients to strengthen ourselves. That’s what our missions mean.”

Yan Wuzhen released Tang Mobai’s shoulder and instead grabbed his collar, face cold. “You don’t need to care about what happens after the explosion. Dying instantly in it might even be a mercy compared to watching their world crumble piece by piece.”

Tang Mobai met his gaze calmly. The amber and jet-black eyes clashed, neither backing down. “That’s not our decision to make for them.”

Yan Wuzhen pressed his lips together. Looking into those amber eyes, the brilliance that had shaken him moments ago now turned into a needle, pricking his heart — making him realize, painfully clearly, that they lived in entirely different worlds.

Right in front of him lay a wide, golden road; all Tang Mobai had to do was nod, and countless people would lift him to the top. Yet this man refused to bow even once.

Were those strangers really more important than their cause? More important than power and dominance within reach? It was something countless demons and freelancers dreamed of — something they’d trade away pride and humanity for — the one and only chance to touch the summit.

And you — why don’t you want it?

“He’s right,” Yan Wuzhen said coldly, releasing Tang Mobai’s collar. “Someone like you won’t survive in the Paradise of the Lost.”

Tang Mobai was slightly startled. “I…”

Even Seth could sense the tension between them. After thinking for a moment, he said, “According to my database comparison, when humans talk at over sixty decibels for more than five sentences, the probability of arguing exceeds 90%. Are you two arguing?”

The sharp atmosphere between Tang Mobai and Yan Wuzhen nearly cracked — seriously, did he really have to ask? Wasn’t it obvious?

“But I don’t think this is a good time to argue,” Seth added. “Something’s wrong. The snowstorm stopped.”

Stopped snowing? That wasn’t strange — the explosion earlier could’ve easily caused a local weather shift.

Thinking that, Tang Mobai casually lifted his head — then froze, eyes widening in shock.

Seth was right. The snow had stopped — literally. Snowflakes and gusts of wind were suspended in the air.

It was as if time itself had paused, leaving them the only ones still able to move.

Suddenly, a few flashes of light appeared around them, and several figures materialized. Their faces were filled with the same confusion, looking around — and when they spotted Tang Mobai, their eyes went wide.

“Tang Mobai?!”

“Spirit Music Guild?” Yan Wuzhen instantly recognized the emblem on their clothes. “You used magic to ambush us?”

“What? No! We were just heading this way… We were still on the road! You must’ve triggered something yourselves!”

Heaven knows — Tang Mobai and his team barely had 2,000 points left. They didn’t even have enough to save themselves, let alone set an ambush!

“Something’s not right,” Yan Wuzhen said sharply. “Tang Mobai, open the shop now and buy an escape spell. We—”

“It’s too late.”

A stranger’s voice interrupted their conversation — from right beside them.

Tang Mobai immediately turned, but his body refused to move. Every nerve seemed to betray him. Two pale hands rested on his and Yan Wuzhen’s shoulders. The owner had appeared out of nowhere, as if a new layer had been dropped into the scene.

He had radiant, shoulder-length golden hair and bright blue eyes that sparkled like stars — elegant and striking, as though he belonged at a royal banquet, not in this frozen wasteland.

“Apologies,” the blond man said, raising a slender finger. “I know you people use strange tricks to escape — but I can’t allow that. After all, you’re my prey now.”

Seth instantly reacted, raising his arm to deploy his weapon — but before he could, several burly figures appeared from thin air and slammed him to the ground.

“They’re our Silver Dawn’s prey,” the blond man said loudly, lifting his chin. “Everyone else — do as you please!”

Tang Mobai moved his eyes sluggishly and saw countless others materializing from thin air. Some floated down from airships that had appeared above, trapping the confused members of Spirit Music Guild and others like a massive fishing net.

At the same time, the landscape began to fade, as if the snowy wasteland were being peeled away like an old painting. Layers of different spaces overlapped chaotically.

Before Tang Mobai could make sense of it, a brutal impact struck the back of his neck.

As he lost consciousness, he faintly heard the blond man’s regretful voice:

“What a shame. If that explosion hadn’t destroyed the central control system, we could’ve captured even more demons.”

Tang Mobai: ??? Wait— what the hell is going on?!

With confusion, shock, and disbelief swirling in his mind, Tang Mobai finally slipped into complete darkness.

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