Chapter 55: Ambers of the Long Night (11)
A day or two later, Emmanuel returned. “Seth has settled in at the hospital. Ment is staying there to keep watch for now—there shouldn’t be any problems.” Faced with Tang Mobai and Yan Wuzhen’s puzzled looks, Emmanuel answered truthfully.
Tang Mobai and Yan Wuzhen were still in contact with Seth through his communicator and had already received the clues he’d found about the Lost City and the virus. Naturally, they knew everything was going smoothly on his end.
It was rare—Seth actually hadn’t touched or hugged any of his patients!
While Yan Wuzhen was still processing the clues Seth had sent, Tang Mobai let out a satisfied sigh, clearly relieved. “See? Totally normal. He knows his limits. At most he used to just look at us with that kind of gaze—he never actually made a move.”
“True, but that’s different,” Tang Mobai said seriously. “When you’re a chef, can you really resist sneaking a bite?”
Touching random humans for no reason was obviously harassment—but as a doctor, if he just patted someone twice, what’s the harm?!
Yan Wuzhen didn’t want to admit it, but damn it, there was actually some logic to that.
“Besides,” Tang Mobai went on, “don’t you think Seth’s been acting strange since we came to this world? Emmanuel’s literally a blond—and Seth doesn’t even look at him twice. Back in Lost Paradise, if he saw someone with a different hair color, he’d stare for minutes!”
Yan Wuzhen rubbed his face, clearly exhausted. “When did your brain start working on the same frequency as Seth’s? Instead of wasting time observing this nonsense, maybe think about how to level up faster.”
Right—he had been thinking about the clues earlier. Where was he again? Damn it, Tang Mobai had completely thrown him off track!
Yan Wuzhen shifted the blame confidently. “No way, no way—don’t tell me there’s actually someone still stuck below level 20? If I remember right, level 20’s the baseline for a normal human finishing school in this world. Surely no one with your advantages is lagging behind the locals?”
Tang Mobai, who had just reached level 18: “…”
Come to think of it, Seth and Yan Wuzhen’s levels had both gone up. He really was the only one left behind. Tang Mobai muttered weakly, “Almost there. Next time for sure.”
Several more days passed.
Seth had completely established himself at the hospital—busy every day rotating between surgeries, even inventing several new minimally invasive procedures. He’d become a local sensation. Yan Wuzhen’s online training courses were booming, too; his ads were everywhere. Whenever Tang Mobai went online to play games, pop-ups would immediately fill his screen:
[Still worried about your stagnant level? Anxious about being left behind? Click here for a custom fast-leveling plan!]
Tang Mobai: “…”
Annoyed, he closed the pop-up and glared at Yan Wuzhen. “Your stupid ads are popping up on my screen—can’t you control them?”
“If the recommendation algorithm’s that accurate, I should give them a raise,” Yan Wuzhen said.
“It’s not accurate! I don’t need it! It’s just making me more anxious!”
“Oh? Really? Then it’s working perfectly.” After all, training programs thrived on anxiety.
Tang Mobai was furious. In this world, obsession with leveling up was everywhere—inescapable, suffocating, forcing people to keep grinding. He turned over irritably and—rolled onto his side to keep playing games.
Watching from afar, the demon Jealousy smirked. “Looks like we—and Emmanuel—chose the wrong person. Fortunately, it’s not too late to change targets.”
Deville didn’t reply. Ever since Tang Mobai had exposed his true identity that day, the two of them had barely spoken. Deville even slept in his own room again, as if they were strangers.
That distance left a sour taste he couldn’t shake. He wanted to talk, to ask why Tang Mobai had left him that cake—but every time he tried, the words died on his lips. He had no idea how to bridge the gap.
Jealousy, on the other hand, was perfectly satisfied. He’d been secretly observing Tang Mobai and realized he hadn’t told anyone about Deville’s secret—that meant their plan was still safe.
“Seth’s not on the ship now. You could try approaching Yan Wuzhen—but he’s nothing like Tang Mobai. No sympathy, no mercy. Normal tactics won’t work on him… What are you thinking about?”
“Cake… ah, nothing!” Gluttony blurted before realizing his mistake—but it was too late. Fortunately, Jealousy misunderstood, thinking it was just hunger.
“I know you want cake, but now’s not the time. Once we finish the plan, you can have anything you want.”
“…Okay,” Gluttony murmured softly, but his eyes drifted toward Tang Mobai’s direction.
Since that night, Emmanuel had stocked the kitchen with all kinds of ingredients—anyone could go in and make whatever they liked. Cake wasn’t hard to make. Even Deville could whip up a basic cream cake. But none of them tasted like that one.
No matter how many he made, he couldn’t recreate the warmth that had filled him that night—from his stomach, spreading through his whole body.
As for Tang Mobai’s “lying flat” lifestyle, Emmanuel said nothing, still providing whatever they needed as usual. Yan Wuzhen also kept things professional, subtly steering conversations away from anything about Tang Mobai’s mysterious lover.
But the Jade Society couldn’t take it anymore.
“How can he not be worried at all?!” Red Duke fumed, watching Tang Mobai’s stream every day. “He just reads random documents all day and does nothing! He’s not anxious, but he’s driving us crazy!”
They’d been waiting for a chance to catch him outside—to make him pay for what happened. But he just stayed holed up in that ship!
Sure, the prophecy said there’d be a “most favorable time” for an ambush—but that required an opportunity! And if Tang Mobai really intended to stay inside until the end of time, how were they supposed to do that?!
No—something had to be done!
So, the next time Tang Mobai opened his stream, greeting the audience like usual and starting his lazy routine— —the live chat suddenly filled with hostile comments.
[Is the streamer really just gonna lie there forever?]
[This is the leader of Fuguang Guild? Just carried by teammates.]
[Can’t watch anymore. Are you even trying to finish your mission? Way too chill.]
[Useless freeloader—still weak even with NPC help.]
Tang Mobai blinked, not angry but mildly amused.
The tone of a demon’s stream usually reflected their sin type:
The Pride streams were full of know-it-alls; Greed viewers obsessed over loot; Wrath streams were full of hotheads who’d yell “Fight them!”; Envy viewers loved to stir conflict; Gluttony viewers just watched food streams; Lust viewers… well, obvious; Sloth viewers rarely typed because, well, too lazy.
But Tang Mobai’s audience was a strange mix—demons from all paths, plus casuals drawn in by the explosion he’d caused earlier. So the sudden wave of obviously scripted hate comments was glaringly fake.
[Who even are you guys? Whose paid trolls are these?]
[Trying to stir drama? The streamer’s always been like this.]
[First time here? He’s always been carried by teammates and sponsors.]
Tang Mobai couldn’t help laughing—then realized… that was actually true.
And that realization made him bold again. So what if I’m being carried?
At least he had the charm for it.
As long as he didn’t feel ashamed, no insult could touch him.
“Yeah! Never seen a carried streamer before?” Tang Mobai replied shamelessly.
Perhaps stunned by his sheer audacity, the trolls went silent for a moment. Tang Mobai snorted softly and went back to browsing files.
When that didn’t work, the trolls switched tactics.
[…Maybe he’s just scared to leave the ship?]
[Makes sense—after offending that many guilds, I’d hide too.]
[Fuguang’s just a new guild. Blowing up the Jade Society’s base was reckless—no wonder they’re doomed.]
[He probably only had one bomb anyway. Can’t blame him for being afraid.]
[It’s not like he could do anything without his “big demon” sugar daddy. Once that guy gets bored, Fuguang’s done for.]
Their target had shifted—from insulting Tang Mobai personally to sowing doubt among his supporters. Their goal had always been to weaken Fuguang’s growing influence before it could unite the unaffiliated demons.
The fact they were still this desperate proved how much that explosion had shaken them.
For guild demons, that sound meant fear and death. For the countless independents who’d long been oppressed, it meant hope and resistance.
The harder they tried to smear Fuguang, the clearer their fear became—so much so that they were desperate to credit that explosion to some mysterious high-ranking demon, anyone but Tang Mobai.
After all, demons despised love and loyalty. Affairs between higher and lower ranks were common and fleeting; betrayal was routine. From that angle, the trolls’ attacks hit home—some viewers who’d defended Tang Mobai fell quiet. And indeed, although that “big demon’s” username still appeared in chat now and then, it was only to drop cryptic academic comments—offering no practical help.
Tang Mobai ignored the growing chatter, saying nothing.
Until—An unfamiliar message appeared from user [92673].
They didn’t argue.
They didn’t explain.
They just posted a name.
[Frontier World Science and Technology Exchange Conference]
[Go there.]
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