Chapter 87

Chapter 087: The Multicolored Giant Hand

Wait, who are you?

The moment he saw the photo, Yan Cang couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The face in it was so exquisite it didn't look real.

A seductive, oval-shaped face, skin so fair it seemed to glow.

A pair of narrow, elongated eyes tilted slightly upward, their pupils an eerie, enchanting green, carrying a hint of mystery and allure with every flicker.

Her lips were lightly touched with rouge, her expression cool yet captivating.

Too beautiful!

He still remembered Qiao Yue's appearance clearly.

Her face back then was certainly attractive, but it was never this fair, nor did it have this breathtaking, almost demonic charm that made one's heart skip a beat.

This was the kind of peerless beauty that even maxing out every beauty filter couldn't achieve.

Still, from the contours of her facial features, he could make out traces of Teacher Qiao.

Was this the effect of the talent "Flower Charm Demon"?

Yan Cang blinked, the guess flashing through his mind.

This change was quite something!

After being completely captivated by the photo for several minutes, he barely managed to pull his thoughts together.

Then he glanced at the message again:

【Qiao Yue: Don't worry, the Life Fruit is so important!! It definitely won't have any issues. I'm off to take care of things now.】

Yan Cang let out a sigh of relief.

Confirmed—the Life Fruit was safe!

But why did it feel like Sister Qiao was a bit angry?

That couldn't be, right?

In the past three years, he'd rarely seen her lose her temper. There was no way she'd get angry for no reason now.

So, she must just be busy!

But busy with what exactly?

Maybe tending to the Life Fruit? Or trying to cultivate a new variety of fruit?

That was a good thing!

Since Sister Qiao was occupied with important matters, he wouldn't disturb her.

Yan Cang directly closed the private chat interface.

Then he paused, feeling like he'd missed something.

What was it?

He tilted his head, thinking for a moment. "Oh, right, there's the photo too!"

"Sister Qiao sent that picture at the end—shouldn't I give some kind of reaction?"

"But she said she was busy..."

Yan Cang scratched his head a little, then decided to let it go.

After all, he'd already closed the private message.

Besides, he had a lot on his plate right now and couldn't afford to dwell on it.

The Totem wasn't finished yet.

He refocused his mind, his gaze falling back on the illusory giant hand on the Top-up interface.

Now, for the main event of the day.

With a subtle shift in his thoughts, Yan Cang smoothly activated the method of the The Path to Divinity through Borrowed Wills.

An invisible force extended from his consciousness, ready to shape the giant hand into a Totem Dharma Image.

As his intent reached out, it was as if invisible threads wove and intertwined in the void.

As these threads gradually took shape and solidified into the structure of the Totem, the giant hand shifted from illusory to tangible.

Since he couldn't use the main body of his consciousness to construct it, it took a bit more time.

But that was all.

The entire process was smooth and effortless, going exceptionally well.

After all, decades of cultivation experience had already been loaded—this kind of operation was second nature.

The totem was complete.

Next came the granting of abilities.

Following his earlier plan, Yan Cang began assigning them one by one.

First, the Taotie Curse, a recovery ability—this was the most critical link in the entire system.

He intended to place it in the palm.

With that thought, Yan Cang stirred the invisible Fate Power, peeling away the corresponding aspect from the authority of Omnipotence.

Devour, Transformation, Digestion... these concepts descended slowly from the higher dimensions, beginning to take on tangible colors in the dimension of reality.

An extreme black.

Deep, thick, as if it could absorb all light.

Once successfully extracted, he guided this thread of devouring power to the palm of the giant hand.

The black power settled slowly, spreading like ink dripping into clear water across the palm.

Soon, the palm took on the depth of a black hole.

Then came the five fingers.

"For the thumb, I'll assign the Eternal Fortification Curse, focused on defense."

"For the index finger, the Karma Curse, a tracking ability."

"The middle finger gets the Immortal Slaying Curse, a damage ability."

"The ring finger is for control, the Tightening Curse."

"The pinky, the Divine Travel Curse, a speed ability."

After peeling away the corresponding concepts one by one, then concretizing and attaching them...

Five fingers, five colors, each with its own hue.

The thumb gleamed with a stone-like earthy yellow, the index finger shimmered with the pale gold unique to causality, the middle finger exuded a sharp frost-white edge, the ring finger condensed into a deep black-red, and the pinky radiated a lightning-like cyan glow.

By the end, the entire giant hand had turned multicolored.

Yan Cang's expression grew subtle.

"It's not ugly, just too flashy."

It didn't feel like a proper Dharma Image, more like some kind of colorful mascot.

After studying it for a moment, he shifted his gaze back to the pitch-black palm in the center.

"Might as well use the Taotie Curse as a base."

With a thought, Yan Cang spread the pitch-black mass from the palm outward.

The black flowed like ink.

It seeped from the palm into the undertone of each finger, layering a deep, dark shade over the original bright colors.

The earthy yellow became steady and muted, the pale gold of causality stood out even more, the frost-white edge took on a hint of shadowy sharpness, the black-red control light grew deeper, and the cyan lightning seemed to coalesce from the night.

The overall look was much more harmonious.

Though each finger still had its own color, at least they were no longer so starkly divided.

And there was an extra benefit: no matter which finger one visualized, it would additionally enhance the Taotie Curse.

With stronger recovery abilities, everyone could top-up more.

That was great.

Yan Cang nodded in satisfaction.

With the totem constructed, the next issue was the commission.

"If I were to take a cut from their physical strength consumption when using abilities..."

"Might as well switch it to Fate Point consumption instead."

Yan Cang rested his chin in thought.

Setting it directly as Fate Point consumption would be both convenient and uniform.

After all, Fate Points are just topped up with physical strength or supernatural energy—essentially the same thing.

At most, it would just require going through the Fate Net top-up process.

With this, the uses of Fate Points expanded further.

Fate Net users could now use these spell techniques more freely, no longer limited by their own physical capabilities.

Although they needed to prepare Fate Points in advance, this was essentially equivalent to stockpiling physical strength, making it naturally more liberating.

So, what about the commission ratio?

"Just double it."

He thought for a moment and decided not to be too greedy.

After all, the original consumption was already considerable. If the commission was too high and no one could afford to use it, the whole design would be pointless.

Additionally, there was the issue of spell technique levels.

The upper limit of this ability system was very high, requiring visualization to deepen the connection with the corresponding spell technique.

Thus, a level system had to be designed to boost everyone's motivation.

"Let's just use numerical levels."

"LV1, LV2... progressing step by step like this—simple and intuitive."

As Yan Cang thought, he sketched out the specific framework in his mind.

"This level system will be placed directly on the visualization interface."

Finally, he quickly sorted out his ideas.

Totems, Six Spells, the level system, Fate Point consumption, commission multiplier...

The design was reasonable, the structure complete.

And since this kind of feature could raise everyone's top-up limit, the sooner it was updated, the better.

After confirming there were no issues,

He immediately embedded all the designs into the Fate Net with a single thought.

Yan Cang stretched his neck and looked at the giant hand covered in a black base, each of its five fingers glowing with a unique light.

"Alright, go live now."