Even Sneaky Nation’s keyboard warriors couldn’t stand against sheer numbers— especially on Dragon Nation’s home turf, and especially when they had to machine-translate every taunt first.
On output alone, they were outgunned.
After being steamrolled, some even considered learning the Dragon script…
In the control room,
Bingbing steered things back.
“Like many viewers, I don’t know much about cold-steel weapons.
“Jing Yuan’s saber looks a bit different from a typical sword.
“Chief, could you tell us about it?”
The Chief gave an awkward smile.
“Young lady, ask me about modern military—aircraft carriers, I can talk.
Cold steel…”
Seeing his discomfort,
Xiao Sa picked it up.
“I’ll take that one.
“Some of you know me from a history program I hosted.
The blade our Trailblazer used came up in that show—I remember a bit.”
He thought a moment, chose his words.
“Longer hilt, thick, keen blade, overall a bit taller than a man.
Our ancient armies used it widely.
“It’s called a formation blade—’zhen-dao.’
“More commonly: the horse-cutter.”
The explanation deepened the audience’s picture of Jing Yuan.
With the little Xi-bas chased off, the chat returned to him…
“So it’s called a ‘formation blade’?
What a badass name!”
“Knew it.
Turns out learning history is useful~”
“Spicy cool!
The way he swings it—like a general from olden days!
(lewd.jpg)”
“The host is right.
This poor Daoist trained with the horse-cutter on Dragon-Tiger Mountain.
Those two chops he used?
You don’t get them without three to five years.”
“Master, where do you catch spirits?
Taking apprentices?
(bow.jpg)”
Meanwhile,
Old Wang clucked his tongue over his phone.
“The brat’s actually trained?”
“Never would’ve guessed…”
In his mind, the white hair, the lazy face, chin propped on his hand as they played Go—it was hard to overlay that with the kid who’d just two-shot a monster.
If not for the public info—name and age matching—he’d suspect his eyesight had finally gone.
“Dad, didn’t you say Little Jing’s chess is fierce?
Old Wang shot him a look.
“How should I know?
The kid never said a word.”
“Did he teach you a couple moves?
Like actual Tai Chi?”
“Scram before I clip your ear!”
Old Wang’s face went dark.
The more he looked at his boy, the less satisfied he felt.
A whole cycle older than Jing, and nowhere near as steady.
Couldn’t he try to be more like Jing Yuan—composed and mature?
Others might see laziness and nonchalance.
But Old Wang, who’d played him often, knew better.
The kid only looked lazy.
Inside the Zone— after that first construct, Jing Yuan ran into several more.
As expected, he cleared them all with ease.
Sadly, the role-play gauge didn’t tick again.
But the hoarfrost crystals piled up.
Conclusion: aside from these crystals, mobs weren’t dropping the “game” materials he knew.
Which was only sensible.
This wasn’t a game.
He had entered in the afternoon.
After a few hours of walking, it was evening back on Blue Star.
[Anyone else notice?
It’s “night” outside, but inside the Zone it’s still bright (peeks.jpg)]
“Whoa, you’re right.”
“Sharp eyes!
(thumbs.jpg) Would’ve missed it if you didn’t say.”
The keen-eyed viewers sparked a thread on differences between the Zone and the outside world.
In Yanjing, the command team noticed too.
Several scholars clustered around General Zhang, trading points.
“We can rule out the Forbidden Zone being on Blue Star.”
“Agreed.
Outside the poles, Blue Star has day-night cycles.
The Zone doesn’t.”
“From the feed, this place isn’t the Arctic or Antarctic.
And the recurring ‘creatures’ do not exist on Blue Star.”
“The key now is whether Jing Yuan realizes this.
Go too long without rest and the body will pay.”
The old general’s brows knit.
The Academy had begun trying to reach the Zone— but that would take time.
Until then, they had no way to warn him.
It all came down to him.
Would the kid catch on?
A little sleep loss was fine.
Let it stretch, and the consequences of a shattered cycle were serious— especially in a perilous Zone.
To their surprise,
Jing Yuan stopped in front of a boulder, sat down, and closed his eyes.
“He’s noticed!”
The old general brightened.
The scholars were relieved.
“Impressive—no clock, yet he senses the passage of time.
Seems we worried for nothing.”
“Not like most youths—impetuous.
Excellent, excellent.
The young are to be feared!”
“Behind that boulder is a natural windbreak.
Perfect for a quick rest.
So long as he doesn’t linger, he’ll be fine.”
…
What they didn’t know:
Jing Yuan had simply gotten tired and picked a spot to nap.
His schedule was regular.
After so much time with the old men, he wasn’t one for all-nighters; he went to bed early and rose late.
Left alone, he slept like a rock.
As he dozed off,
Xiao Sa took the chance to announce their rotation.
From today, he, the Chief, and Bingbing would run in three shifts—live 24/7.
More hosts would join later.
It showed how seriously the authorities took the Zone.
With the Zone begun,
Blue Star had entered a new era.
But ordinary life had to go on— many viewers said goodnight and logged off.
Night owls stayed to “stand watch” over a sleeping Trailblazer.
Dragon Nation’s first night in the Zone passed in calm.
Elsewhere, it was chaos.
One stream showed a snow-field chase, another a botched monster “strategy,” and someone even treated the globe to an impromptu craft show…
If not for the Novice Protection, there’d have been mass casualties.
Morning.
Jing Yuan woke to a strange sensation at his fingertips.
Before he even opened his eyes, he squeezed—
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