Everyone was moved; they gazed at the official with admiration.

“So, so your thoughts, sir, are already this lofty.”

“No wonder, among many Demon-English halls, your arena is said to be so favored by everyone.”

Another person stood up excitedly and said,

“May I ask, how should we revise it? And how can we provide opportunities for growth to those participating in the competitions!”

Yuwen Haowen glanced at Qiong An with gratitude and then nodded gently at the other questioner.

They had raised major flaws in his design that he hadn’t considered!

Even with the key point pointed out, the young man still couldn’t figure out exactly how to remedy these shortcomings.

This flaw seemed like a chasm—a gap separating ordinary arena designers from design masters!

At this moment, Yuwen Haowen looked up at the teacher slightly shorter than him, as if gazing at a solitary figure high on the peak of an unimaginable mountain.

This supreme master was about to selflessly show everyone… the path to the summit.

Croft slowly swept his gaze around, then raised his hands behind his back toward the square at the entrance of the Demon-English hall.

Everyone held their breath.

“First of all, here… add a treasure chest.”

“Huh?”

Everyone’s expression froze.

The strange man withdrew his hand and said, “A treasure chest that can only be opened with the proper timing.”

People looked at each other in confusion.

“No, come on.”

A murmur of discussion erupted among the crowd.

Dwight Croft said with a smile:

“And that’s not all—we’re also adding a large number of items that can only be obtained through time sequencing.”

“Is this the way to get stronger?”

“How can this be?!”

Someone exclaimed in shock: “Director, wouldn’t this undermine fairness?”

Croft chuckled: “Those without a single bit of extra time sequencing shouldn’t be competing in arena cities. They should head to the New Moon Intersection. This is also a test of one’s abundance of time sequencing.”

Qiong An lowered her head and muttered to herself: “Not wrong, I suppose?”

“But, Director, doing this won’t really quickly improve everyone’s actual abilities.”

“Forgive me for being unable to agree with such changes.”

Yuwen Haowen took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and looked at Croft as he said:

“Director, please tell me the real reason. This isn’t the justification for you to add those things.”

The door quietly cracked open, and Gong Huanwu poked his head in.

In the crowded office buzzing like a marketplace, there were two figures standing face-to-face on the central aisle far ahead.

“What exactly do you want me to explain?” Croft stared coldly at the young man beside him.

The young man fixed his burning gaze on the one-and-a-half-meter-tall green-skinned oddball before him.

“Teacher, I think you understand. Standing before you is also a designer who submitted a Magic English Arena City proposal to the parliament!”

Croft’s eyebrows slightly twitched.

In a somewhat sharp voice, he said: “Oh, that’s right. Go ahead then, that might better ignite everyone’s expectations for the path of becoming a great Starlight Mirage Hall designer!”

Yuwen Haowen’s voice trembled with anger as he said:

“The fact is! In certain circumstances, the designer of a Starlight Mirage Hall can receive a portion of the virtual zero-sequence gains erupted during that arena!”

The crowd instantly erupted in uproar.

Looking at Croft, they could no longer find the previous admiration in their gazes.

Some scratched their heads, others buried their heads in their desks, and more leaned back in their chairs in disappointment, sighing.

Yang Zicang looked at the little red flower on his chest and slowly shook his head. As for Wang Dingshan, he wished he could take out his phone and record the scene, but unfortunately, he no longer had such a thing.

The Psychic Imaging Office buzzed with discussion, but the strange figure in the aisle remained unperturbed.

After waiting for everyone’s emotions to mostly vent, the strange man gave a snort and said:

“What, everyone, haven’t you ever received bonuses before?”

Some people looked at him and asked, “What do you mean?”

“Oh my, you don’t all happen to still be ordinary employees, do you?” the strange man said with a hint of a smile.

“Oh, no wonder. If you’ve never even used virtual zero-sequence, then you’re truly pitiful. Starlight Illusion isn’t some place that motivates everyone to work hard with just love, is it?”

“We have certainly used virtual zero-sequence before!”

Seeing that this visiting official was actually ridiculing Starlight Illusion, some people became agitated.

“Huh, that shouldn’t be.” The officer turned to look at him. “An honorable man like you shouldn’t be using the Virtual Zero Sequence.”

“What?”

The odd man snorted, a sarcastic smile curling on his lips.

“You don’t even qualify to draw on the Virtual Zero Sequence. Never mind; I won’t lord over your ignorance like some old hand.”

He pointed at everyone present, then turned his finger toward the head poking through the crack in the door behind him.

“Do you know how much Virtual Zero Sequence he gets every month in rewards? Five percent of the principal Sequence consumed in each scenario he oversees! Do you have any idea how much that is?!”

“Ah, me?” the poking head—Gong Huanwu—startled, nonplussed that he was being dragged into this.

Everyone’s eyes turned toward him.

“That’s not right—I still have to divide it among my team members,” Gong Huanwu started to explain, but Croft pressed on.

“Oh, still no sense of scale, I see. Fine—this is, after all, a place for Electors. You’re just stabilizing wavelengths; you only get a minimal cut of the Virtual Zero Sequence rewards because you haven’t been deeply involved in the modifications.”

Words tumbled from his mouth like peas, leaving no room for anyone to interrupt.

“After the Sequence is split among individuals, at most you end up with a paltry hundred or a few years. Top-tier luck might bring you a Crimson Moon Class level—three or four thousand years at best.”

Gong Huanwu stepped inside, flustering as he gestured, mouth open to speak, but Croft shot him a glance and said:

“But above the Fate Track, the temporal energy they unleash in a single battle ranges from one hundred thousand to two hundred thousand, or even millions beyond your imagination! Just think how much Virtual Zero Sequence that would be!”

“Huh?”

“This…”

“My god, that’s a lot.”

These elite employees, who joined the Illusion Company at most a year or two ago and still carried an adventurer’s spirit, were immediately awestruck by the grand spectacle of the Fate Track he had just described.

Everyone’s gaze turned toward the phantom image of Demon Infinity Hall.

Some thought, if this Demon Infinity Hall were now put into operation, allowing people from both cities to join freely as participants, they had no idea how much Virtual Zero Sequence would erupt.

“It’s over,” Gong Huanwu let out a sigh.

This bastard had directly shifted the conversation to the Fate Track. If I jumped in to forcefully defend myself now, it would only look like a guilty person protesting too much.

Kroft smiled as he looked at the three hundred-odd faces—some shocked, some scornful, some indifferent—and spoke earnestly:

“Letting participants unleash their full potential to the greatest extent—that is true fairness. Otherwise, what’s the extra lifespan gained through effort for—just to live a leisurely old age? Hmph, how can the new possibilities of the world be entrusted to such people? Am I right?”

His words carried a certain magic.

“Why not let time prove its value? Let the past be revived in its hour—let the clash of elite wills bring bygone eras roaring into the present, wouldn’t you agree?”

Everyone was lost in thought, their minds turbulent.

Some gritted their teeth.

“But, Director, no matter what you say, this is still too… something, isn’t it?”

Gong Huanwu looked at his team members with relief, pleased that not all of them had been confused by this eccentric man’s logic.

Croft pushed the stunned Yuwen Haowen forward, clearing a path while walking and saying:

“Look, look, this is the atmosphere here. How can a company like this cultivate outstanding Electors, ones who can unleash pure battle intent between life and death, break through the shackles of the body…”

“Ahem!” Everyone bowed their heads.

“Alright. Even if you’re kind-hearted, if you care so much for the candidates, let me ask you—when you’re forced into a life-or-death battle in the future, when you face opponents far stronger than you, and you don’t have enough Time Sequence Capital to withstand their attack…”

He tapped the back of his right hand against his left palm, stretched out his neck, and asked: “At that moment, could you activate your high-level Status?”

“At that moment, would you want to defend your body, wouldn’t you want to deliver a fatal blow to your opponent? You look down on Virtual Zero Sequences, don’t you? Although these Virtual Zero Sequences have a short duration once used, they can absolutely save your life in a critical moment!”

Having said this, seeing that everyone remained hesitant, he raised his hand decisively and declared:

“Anyway, no matter what, these designs must be added next. Otherwise, I won’t allow this plan to be submitted to the assembly. Furthermore, it’s still missing key steps. Without them, your Arena City won’t pass the review of the Fast Council. Just like him.”

Croft pointed at Yuwen Haowen.

Their eyes met, and only then did Yuwen Haowen realize that the framework given by the cadre had omitted certain details that seemed optional but were actually indispensable.

This was the reason why his Demon Spirit Hall had yet to receive a reply!

He stood frozen in place, hearing the sharp voice say dreamily:

“From now on, I will lead the production team. Those who don’t want to stay can leave now.”

Everyone exchanged glances; someone couldn’t help but stand up, only to be tugged back down by their clothes by someone beside them.

“There’s only one and a half months left.”

“If the company can’t design the Demon Spirit Hall on its own, many people will die.”

“This isn’t the time to act on impulse.”

In all corners, those who had stood up were being dissuaded by others.

Jiaoma gripped her notebook tightly, having long since stopped taking notes, stunned and still.

Although Yang Zicang didn’t care and Wang Dingshan was even somewhat looking forward to it, tears glistened in Jiaoma’s eyes.

“I don’t want… Dad… to fail the Demon Spirit Hall because of insufficient timing.”

her soft voice reached Yang Zicang’s ears.

“I don’t want… Dad… to be trampled underfoot because he lacks timing, with the gap in strength growing wider…”

The young man paused, a slight stir in his heart.

Zorro glance over. “Let’s just focus on the task at hand for now, treat it as a learning experience.”

Jiaoma wiped her eyes with her sleeve and then nodded.

In the office, the atmosphere gradually eased.

Everyone basically accepted the plan: first complete this current task and accumulate experience. After all, otherwise, more people would die.

With a shift in mindset, the barriers within everyone’s hearts significantly lessened.

A group leader let out a sigh, gripped a pen, and reopened his notebook, saying, “Well then, sir executive officer, what else would you like us to add?”

“Hmph.”

Croft was extremely satisfied with everyone’s attitude.

He puffed out his chest, adopted an expert’s expression, and pointed to the second rest stop that most teams reached after passing the initial trial.

“First, at the entrance of this rest room, add a device that takes raw timeline principal to draw a one-day BUFF—no, blessing—precisely, an auxiliary Ability Sphere.”