Above Destiny

Chapter 726 Patience

This time, it's a port explosion!
Of the vessels registered on Roh Island, 30% experienced serious navigational errors, and 10% had their engines explode, turning them into metal coffins that drifted at sea.

Ships laden with supplies and weapons sailed swiftly through the waves, making their way to... the pirates' lair.

Door-to-door delivery.

Two days after the cruise ship bound for the Empire set sail, it found itself docked at the Federation. Meanwhile, a giant cargo ship powered by Federation fuel, which had departed from Tower City, had been out of contact for two days and inexplicably docked at the Sugano family's most clandestine smuggling port.

More and more amusement began to unfold as Ji Jue had a sudden inspiration.

He was so engrossed in it that he was completely oblivious to the world around him.

As it turns out, what's worse than 'returning to the primitive era overnight' is 'intermittently returning to the primitive era'... and what's even worse is that while the above situation is happening, other parts are also managed to operate barely normally.

Even the enraged Sukarno family, disregarding the cost, used spiritual energy shocks on a large scale throughout the entire Ro Island, destroying and collapsing a massive amount of creative spirits.

But after losing three-quarters of its power, the Creator Spirit underwent another evolution.

Just like cockroaches that have developed drug resistance or mosquitoes that have developed cold resistance, they have become resistant to spiritual impacts and disordered states. At the same time, they are hiding faster and deeper, and their movements are becoming more and more agitated.

All the digitized files and records are now silently and gradually deteriorating and becoming corrupted. The numbers displayed on the screen and on paper are gradually diverging, and confusion is beginning to arise between the facts and the records.

But all they could do was watch helplessly as their efforts to put out the fire went awry, their impotent rage utterly ineffective.

Amidst screams and wails, the entire management of Ro Island went completely mad.

It's as if an invisible hand has been placed on your vitals without you even realizing it, gently weighing them, eager to try, making you break out in a cold sweat, both afraid that it will keep touching you and afraid that it will suddenly tighten its grip...

And the bad news keeps coming.

Among the many fleets, a terrifying story began to circulate: a rusty, dilapidated cargo ship, appearing and disappearing in the fog, was silently lurking near Ro Island, beginning its hunt.

They come without a trace and disappear without a trace.

In just three or four days, more than sixteen ships fully loaded with supplies had completely disappeared, and the last radio messages they sent were filled with happy and joyful murmurs.

Now, throughout Ro Island, from top to bottom, everyone is beginning to fear that the sun will rise again.

Yet I fear the return of night.

Who knows what terrible news will come next?

Commerce, transportation, finance—all businesses are rapidly deteriorating and collapsing at a visible pace. Even all the reputation and assets accumulated before are evaporating like bubbles.

"It's all Chopra's doing, no, it's all that guy surnamed Ji's doing, Uncle."

In the family's old mansion, a young man with bloodshot eyes rushed into the office, barely able to hold back his tears: "It's all over! All our investments in the Federation have been frozen! Uncle, I can't take it anymore!"

He roared, unable to contain himself: "Let's start the war, Uncle! Let's use all our strength to burn that damned Xiangzhou, and that Ji bastard, to ashes! I'll wipe out his whole family..."

Bang!
Upon entering, you are greeted by an ornate yet heavy crystal ashtray.

It hit him on the head, making his vision go black and causing him to fall to the ground. Half of his face was completely numb, and blood flowed down his face, but he was too terrified to speak.

"Elcana, when did it become your place to make decisions about family matters?"

The aged patriarch, Seno, stared at him expressionlessly and questioned, "My office, since when did it become your place to shout?"

"But...but Uncle..."

Elcana's incoherent whispers, almost stained with tears of blood, said, "If this continues, our losses..."

"Rules are rules."

Sino glanced at him coldly: "Don't question my decisions, and don't be as useless as your father, understand?"

Elcana fell silent, too terrified to utter another word.

That's the rule.

The rules of the Sukarno family.

Some of the rules, however, are the rules of the seven cities.

It is impossible for a person to enjoy the convenience of rules without being bound by them at the same time.

Just as Sukarno could use rules to restrain Chopra, Chopra could also use rules to restrain Sukarno.

The blood feud trial is the rule of the Seven Cities, a rule of the game that everyone agrees on. Since we've sat down to play, we have to accept it. Since the Sukarno family proposed the rules and the Chopra family accepted them, both sides have to abide by them.

Nobody wants to play games with someone who doesn't follow the rules.

This is a prerequisite for Chopra to win over other families and himself, a necessary step for Sukarno's family to ascend to the position of leader, and also the best decision that both sides can tolerate at present.

This is a delaying tactic that everyone tacitly understands.

Time, both sides need time.

Chopra couldn't defeat Sukarno, and Sukarno couldn't take down Chopra in one fell swoop. So, in the next seven days, they sought help from all sides to strengthen their forces and prepare for a decisive battle!
And in the midst of this long wait, it's just a pointless, tedious period of mutual torment.

The Sukarno family wouldn't give the Chopra family an excuse to strike first, and Ji Jue wouldn't be foolish enough to let the Sukarno family find any evidence or clues.

Since that's the case, let's see who suffers more!
Compared to Luo Island, which was known for its rampant attacks on hospitals, gas stations, and schools, carrying out terrorist attacks, assassinations, and sowing discord, Ji Jue did not even actively target civilians.

There is no trace or evidence that directly shows he is involved in all of this.

Because... it's not something that can be accomplished in just one or two days!

It's not just targeting Ro Island.

The Lord of the Flies, through the riot cats and a large number of tricycles, vehicles, and even products from the coastal industry, had already infiltrated the entire Seven Cities! It was just a side job while searching for the wolves.

The reason it was never launched was simply because there was no need for it!

With just one awakening by the mechanical psychic, they could be fully revived and activated, bringing everything under Ji Jue's control, just like now...

boom! ! !
A muffled thud suddenly rang out, and the terrifying tremor could be heard even inside the mansion. Seno's expression changed slightly, and his specially processed and shielded cell phone rang from Elcana's arms.

Elcana glanced cautiously at Seno, and after receiving permission, answered the phone, his face turning deathly pale.

"Sixth Uncle... Uncle, something's happened to Sixth Uncle!"

Elcana broke down in tears, “He was inspecting the substation when the explosion happened, along with your son, your elder brother, and your elder brother too…”

Sino froze, his face turning ashen.

As I instinctively clenched my fist, I heard a loud bang right next to me.

Right in front of him... Bang!
Elcana's phone, which was pressed against his face, suddenly exploded.

The screen shattered and flew everywhere; the battery pack spontaneously combusted and exploded, landing on the handmade carpet and leaving behind a trail of flames and burn marks.

Elcana's face was covered in blood, and he screamed in agony.

"Help! Help me, Uncle!"

He instinctively covered his face, "I... my eyes, my face, I... I..."

Sino didn't say anything more.

His eyes twitched and spasmed with anger, his pupils bloodshot.

He waved, signaling the people who rushed in from outside to take him out and provide him with proper treatment.

Only after the door was closed could one hear a faint cracking sound, as if something had been smashed, followed by another sound...

At midnight, Seno, who should have returned to his mansion, appeared in front of the secluded house, without any equipment and without being captured by any surveillance cameras.

Under the moonlight, a chilling aura emanated from the dilapidated villa. In the deathly silence, even the sound of withered branches and fallen leaves being crushed underfoot was jarring.

Behind the dark window, a pale, empty face seemed to appear for a moment before vanishing without a trace.

In the garden, the exquisite new rocking horse suddenly began to sway, and signs of rust and breakage spread rapidly, soon bringing it to the brink of destruction.

The sound only grew increasingly shrill.

It was like an invisible hand gripping his neck tightly, slowly tightening, robbing him of his life and breath.

No mercy!

Until Seno was completely suffocated, collapsed to his knees, convulsing and on the verge of shock. Then, that power suddenly vanished.

He was breathing heavily and coughing. When he looked up, he realized that the villa's door had been silently opened a crack.

The desolate and dilapidated villa was empty, seemingly uninhabited for a long time. Yet, Seno felt that something else was there besides himself, coldly watching from beneath the dust, behind the wooden planks, in the shadows of the tables, chairs, and statues.

They are everywhere, they are right next to you, like the true masters of this place, surrounding Seno. If their master loosens the shackles even a little bit, Seno will be skinned and marrowed and completely devoured in the next instant!
In the deathly silence, a crack suddenly appeared on Seno's face.

It's like a scratch left by a sharp fingernail.

The flesh of the wound rolled back, blood seeped out, and was then completely sucked away by something unseen...

Seno remained motionless, enduring this punishment.

Until a hoarse voice rang out from the peeling, faded oil painting.

“You shouldn’t have come here, Seno.”

The blood-stained face in the oil painting rises, its lips stiff and rigid, warning him: "You should not appear until the judgment of blood feud! Your actions will only add unnecessary complications!"

"I...I just want to know..."

With his head bowed, Sano asked humbly, "How much longer do we have to endure this? If this continues, the Sukarno family will only become a laughingstock, and they are already on the verge of completely spiraling out of control."

Lord of the Flies?

Is it scary? Yes, it is very scary.

But to the existence before him, to the behemoth that the Xu family, who have been playing with spirits for countless years, is nothing more than a minor ailment!

They could eliminate it if they so desired, even in a moment!
But the Xu family remained unmoved.

Not only does it remain still, but it also conceals its existence, never revealing any trace of itself.

The Sukarno family was left out, silently enduring the situation.

"If I told you to endure it, then you'll continue to endure it."

The blood-stained face remained indifferent: "You have no right to interfere with the family's decisions. Your grandfather can elevate you to the position, but he can also replace you with someone more obedient."

Until Lou Yanyue dies, there must be absolutely no negligence or loopholes, understand?

"clear."

Without hesitation, Seno nodded, knelt down, and prostrated himself in worship.

"Since you're so quick-witted, I might as well tell you some good news..."

The man looked down at him, then suddenly grinned and said, "You lot have unexpectedly accomplished a great feat. After it's done, your father will reward you with something else!"

Sino stared blankly, looking up in bewilderment.

But in the oil painting, a wisp of firefly in the figure's hand, the Creator Spirit of the Lord of the Flies, struggles within the confines, yet cannot escape his control.

"Over the years, you've certainly made some noise for the Lou family."

The hollow human face chuckled coldly, then clenched its fist so tightly it almost crushed the firefly. "That old bastard from the Lou family, and that bitch of the head of the family, actually placed a huge bet on a craftsman outside the orthodox lineage, and quietly produced this thing... Our family has already investigated and found out. When the time comes, as long as the Sucano family can cooperate with us to take down that household god, it will be a great achievement."

"Once this is done, not only will the Seven Cities Alliance be secured, but even reclaiming the ownership of the Spirit Contract will be a piece of cake, understand?"

Seno was speechless, his eyes wide.

incredible.

Amidst the instinctive ecstasy, a chill involuntarily crept through my body.

Under that pair of meaningful eyes looking down, he subconsciously shook his head, terrified: "No, no, the spiritual contract between the Sukano family and the main family was established by our ancestors, to last for thousands of generations, how can it be broken so easily?"
Please, please don't say such things. Without a spiritual bond, how could Sukarno have established himself among the Thousand Islands?

"Ah."

The person in the oil painting remained noncommittal, only giving a cold smile at the end before slowly closing their eyes.

In the silence, the door opened once more.

Tell him he can get out.

Sino got up from the ground, took a few steps back respectfully, and kept going until he was outside the door before turning around and disappearing into the darkness.

The door was closed again.

The long, seemingly endless seven days eventually passed in the blink of an eye.

At noon, under the watchful eyes of all, the clarion call and drumbeats of the blood feud trial resounded from Pucheng!
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(End of this chapter)