Chapter Five: I Made a Thousand People Take the Wrong Road

He had to reach the shop before Guanlan sealed it, but Tianheng had covered every route. Driving meant a ninety-seven percent interception risk. Walking meant eighty-eight percent identification. Silent Camouflage could conceal only Lin and would push his cognitive debt toward danger. A mission appeared. [IMMEDIATE CORRECTION: At exactly 11:00, persuade one thousand strangers to take the wrong road voluntarily.] [No false disaster warning. No network use.] [Reward: CROWD CADENCE 0.1%.] “It wants a crowd,” Su said. “It wants Tianheng to explain a thousand irrational choices at once.” Today should have been Old Linjiang's annual Clock King procession.