Chapter 76

# Chapter 076: Chain of Tyranny

After complete refinement.

The entire chain appeared pitch black, so deep it seemed capable of absorbing light.

Each link was shaped like a collar shackle, vaguely exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

【??? (Mysterious Artifact): Can connect all beings of lower status than the holder, drawing power from reverence and obedience. If the target fully submits, a shackle falls, completely dominating everything about the target.】

He had thought the earlier function of drawing power was already outrageous enough, but he never expected something even more intense to follow.

"Dominate... everything?"

Yan Cang's pupils dilated slightly.

"Really? It can't just be empty talk, right?"

He quickly raised the chain to his eyes and carefully read the appraisal information again.

At the same time, he activated the "Great Fate Art" to verify.

His understanding was not mistaken—this was indeed truly capable of dominating everything.

Including talents, abilities, and even life and death.

"This thing... is way too domineering, isn't it?"

"But making someone completely submit... feels pretty difficult."

He muttered, his gaze falling on the three question marks in the name field.

"Time for the familiar name-giving session."

Yan Cang rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought.

"Able to draw power from reverence and obedience..."

"This ability... how about calling it [Chain of Tyranny]?"

He savored the name, "Sounds decent enough. Has the right feel to it."

The appraisal information changed accordingly, the question marks disappearing as the four characters [Chain of Tyranny] clearly emerged.

After finishing the naming, Yan Cang began pondering the practical uses of this mysterious artifact.

"Connecting beings of lower status than oneself..."

He stroked his chin, "The status here probably isn't limited to reality, right?"

"Does the Fate Net count?"

Yan Cang turned to look at the floating [Fate Wheel Mirror] beside him, where the vast Fate Star Sea deep within the mirror realm slowly revolved.

He himself was the creator of this star sea.

The controller of the Fate Net.

The platform provider that over a billion Huaxia trial participants relied on for communication, trading, and survival.

And every user accessing the Fate Net, while using its various functions, was essentially obeying the rules he had set.

As for reverence?

The identities of Master of the Fate Net and Chief were enough to inspire plenty of reverence in people's hearts.

Especially after the moves he made yesterday.

He had to admit, this was truly a case of unintentional success.

But without him personally appearing, would it still apply?

He thought it over, "It should be feasible. Otherwise, the 'Great Fate Art' wouldn't have arranged it this way."

"And I suspect this chain can directly connect within the Fate Star Sea."

The more Yan Cang thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

"So, next..."

With a thought, the pitch-black chain in his hand writhed like a living creature.

Yan Cang casually tossed it toward the surface of the [Fate Wheel Mirror].

"Go!"

The moment the chain touched the mirror's surface, it made no sound, yet like a drop of water merging into the sea, it silently sank into it.

A ripple spread across the mirror's surface, then it calmed again.

The next second,

a sudden change occurred.

Deep within the mirror, at the center of the slowly rotating Fate Star Sea, a dazzling light burst forth.

A pitch-black chain, like ink, broke out from that Fate Star, slithering like a snake, rapidly extending toward the nearest Fate Star.

"Click."

A crisp sound, as if a lock had snapped shut, echoed in Yan Cang's mind.

The first Fate Star was linked.

Then came the second, third, fourth...

The chains split, extended, and intertwined, spreading wildly across the entire star sea with Yan Cang's Fate Star at the center.

Dense chains, like a spiderweb, linked over a billion Fate Stars one by one.

The speed was astonishing; in just a few breaths, the entire Fate Star Sea was completely covered by a massive net woven from countless chains.

"Wow..."

Yan Cang let out an exclamation as he looked at the scene before him.

What was once a deep space dotted with stars now had an additional layer of precise and orderly network structure.

Countless silver-white chains crisscrossed, firmly anchoring each Fate Star in its proper place.

Yes, silver-white.

Yan Cang blinked, confirming he wasn't mistaken.

During the process of linking the Fate Stars, the chains had undergone a strange color change.

From the initial deep black, they gradually shed their darkness, transforming into a holy and bright silver-white.

Like threads condensed from moonlight, or the tangible texture of order itself.

"Why did the color change?"

Yan Cang scratched his head in surprise.

He had thought the chains would maintain that oppressive, dark-royal aura.

But now, they looked more like some kind of sacred contract network.

"How strange!"

"Is this because the degree of domination isn't enough?"

He pondered, "Does it only reveal the dark, evil nature of dominating power when there's complete submission?"

"This... what kind of corruption is this!"

The word flashed through his mind, and Yan Cang twitched his mouth, quickly shaking his head to dismiss the stray thought.

Whatever color it was, as long as it worked.

But then again.

"I used to call it the 'Fate Net,' and now that this chain net is laid out, the name truly fits."

He looked around at the star sea woven with silver-white chains in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

"Now, the name 'Fate Net' is truly worthy of its reputation."

After his musings, Yan Cang turned his attention back to himself.

Once those silver-white chains had linked the entire star sea, he clearly sensed a strange connection.

Countless faint, almost imperceptible threads extended from each Fate Star, converging on him.

It wasn't energy, but more like... emotions?

Or rather, submission and reverence itself.

Yan Cang tentatively activated the absorption power of the [Chain of Tyranny].

The moment his intention landed,

deep within the mirror, the surface of those originally calm, flowing silver-white chains suddenly ignited with thick, pitch-black demonic flames.

The black flames were silent, yet carried a scorching intensity that seemed to taint everything.

Spreading out from the connection points of each Fate Star, they rapidly converged along the chains toward the center.

Countless torrents of black flame, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, surged into Yan Cang's brilliant Fate Star, then followed the connection into his body.

"Hiss!"

Yan Cang sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.

An indescribable, majestic force, like a bursting dam, flooded into his limbs and bones.

It wasn't just a feeling of raw power.

It was more like... the entire world was bowing to him in submission.

He instinctively clenched his right fist.

Dark demonic flames rose from between his fingers, coiling around his arm without burning his skin.

Instead, they seemed to reinforce the meridians in his hand.

The power condensed in his fist gave him the illusion that he could shatter everything with a single punch.

"This... is kind of cool!"

Yan Cang's eyes widened as he stared at his fist wrapped in black flames.

With another thought.

In the next instant, his entire right arm, shoulder, and even his whole body were engulfed in that pitch-black demonic flame.

Like an aura burst in an anime, the black flames erupted from him, forming a visible dark field around his body.

The irregularly twisting demonic flames on his head resembled two horns, constructing a vicious and ferocious Crown of Dominion.

The temperature inside the wooden cabin seemed to drop a few degrees.

And the silver-white network, which had become sacred due to the chains changing color, was now tainted by the black flames.

The entire Fate Star Sea took on a bizarre beauty of black and silver interweaving.

"Holy crap!"

Yan Cang couldn't help but exclaim, raising his hands and turning them over and over to look at them.

"I feel like I'm... terrifyingly strong now!"

This wasn't an illusion.

He could clearly sense that his physical fitness, energy intensity, and mental perception had all received an unimaginable boost.

It was a feeling of being empowered, not something he had cultivated himself, yet it was genuinely under his control.

"How much stronger exactly?"

With a thought, the surface of the [Fate Wheel Mirror] switched to his Attribute Panel.

His gaze swept over the three core stats:

[Essence: 0.95 + 46352]

[Qi: 5.12 + 46352]

[Spirit: 2.05 + 46352]

"..."