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Chapter 433 - 332: Legendary Tier Skill! (Two in One)_3

Chapter 433: Chapter 332: Legendary Tier Skill! (Two in One)_3

Fang You couldn’t possibly explain this rationale; he was eager for outsiders to remain in the dark.

Only then could Blue Star secure more development time.

But because of this, the investment and construction scale of the oasis in Blue Star was not large—a thing destined to be abandoned in a few years was unlikely to be built with much effort.

He understood that.

"If Blue Star had its own oasis, the situation might be completely different."

"Trading with the oasis in large amounts wouldn’t require cumbersome procedures, and what’s more, it would be possible to lure more people from the oasis to join the ’996’ workforce. After all, the elites who can enter the oasis of Blue Star are too few, while there are no restrictions on entering the oasis."

The plan to search for an oasis had begun about a month ago.

It was carried out by An Jianyou’s team.

Only her team could bypass the blockades of the Evil God’s factions and quietly enter the depths of the Ghastly Realm.

Still, no suitable target had been found after a month.

They couldn’t rush it; they must not be hasty.

Fang You glanced at An Jianyou a few times before shifting his gaze away and continuing his study on skill fusion.

As for the search for the oasis, he would wait for news from sister An.

With time on his hands, it would be better to create several more abilities.

...

Sunset, sunrise.

After dealing with a pile of matters, Instructor Fang immersed himself in the training ground for a solid three days and nights without ingesting a drop of water or food.

But it didn’t matter, beings of myth had transcended the limits of humanity; they could be very energized without eating or drinking.

"Constrained by fate points, I dare not merge at will, and can still only create several blue-tier abilities."

"Not just that..."

While exploring, Instructor Fang discovered that skill fusion was not limited to abilities.

He closed his eyes.

Numerous green, blue, and purple light spheres appeared before him, representing the abilities he had learned. As he looked through these spheres of light and delved into the indescribable depths of space beyond, he noticed...

A nearly transparent orb of light that seemed to flicker with traces of other colors from within.

’Awakened Ability: Flamefire’s Conviction’!

"Fusion isn’t limited to abilities; Awakened Abilities and even one’s innate talents can be used as fusion materials."

Instructor Fang had no abilities himself.

As for the Ability of Flamefire’s Conviction, it could complement any skill during fusion, but the result showed little change.

After much thought, Fang You decided to save this valuable opportunity for someone else.

He opened the panel.

Selected the Apostle of Fate’s avatar and entered.

He scanned through the ability column, analyzing and assessing.

After a while,

Instructor Fang made his choice.

"I’ve decided on you."

...

...

The Ghastly Realm, the Great Domain of the Falling Star Pit, Streetlamp Town.

Streetlamp Town was the name of this oasis. It was not a Great Oasis, nor an elite oasis, but rather one of the many insignificant, common oasis that existed in the Ghastly Realm.

These oasis might be continuations of some world’s civilization, or they might have split off from a Great Oasis.

Nobody cared.

For they could disappear at any time.

Streetlamp Town was a ’veteran oasis’ that had continued for over thirty years.

"You were born in the oasis and have never seen the vast mountains and rivers, but remember, you must not forget our history, we come from the world of Ael, from a country called Glorious Light Country."

"This is also the origin of our ’Streetlamp Town’ name. I hope that one day, our Streetlamp Town oasis can be renamed to Glorious Light Great Oasis!"

Inside a simple classroom, a hunchbacked old man with white hair and a face full of wrinkles was smiling kindly as he recounted the history of Streetlamp Town.

Memories floated like ripples on water.

He spoke of inheritance from a glorious nation, yet at present, Streetlamp Town, as its name suggested, was merely a modest, even slightly dilapidated small town, with a population of just a few thousand. Most historical documents, technical records, and precious artifacts of the Glorious Light Country imperceptibly vanished during the migration, and even the old man’s own memories from those times seemed somewhat blurred.

As he spoke, he fell silent.

In over thirty years, Streetlamp Town grew its population from hundreds to thousands, which, in fact, was not a slow development pace. However, small oasis like Streetlamp Town had too weak a foundation and lacked the strength to explore far from the oasis. With their poor ability to resist risks, significant losses occurred from time to time, making development naturally difficult.

"Compared to other small oasis, we in Streetlamp Town are at least a bit luckier. We’ve established a relationship with the City of Fallen Stars, chosen as a pit stop."

This seemed like a stretch, but due to its geographical location, teams from the City of Fallen Stars heading to other Great Domains occasionally rested in Streetlamp Town for a night before setting off again the next day.

This brought significant revenue to Streetlamp Town.

The most magnificent building in the entire oasis of Streetlamp Town was not the mayor’s house, but rather the Streetlamp Inn. Over time, Streetlamp Town gained a bit of fame, with Awakeners occasionally stopping to rest here.

"Mayor..."

As the old man left the simple classroom, a one-eyed middle-aged man approached, lowering his voice,

"Mayor, a few young and naive girls came to the inn today, adorned with very precious Strange Implements. Should we perhaps..."

A ruthless glint flashed in the one-eyed man’s eye.

Streetlamp Town was too poor, so destitute that raiders rarely bothered with them; even though teams from the City of Fallen Stars regularly passed through, some of these teams left without paying a single Ghastly Crystal after indulging in food and drink. Streetlamp Town suffered but dared not speak out.

This was the harsh reality of a small oasis.

They had to seize every opportunity to strengthen themselves, lest one day, a disaster they couldn’t withstand arrived, and the entire oasis would be erased, becoming history that would soon be forgotten.