Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The sea people are very simple and honest. At first, they had some conflicts over interests, but after seeing the benefits An Ran offered, they all submitted.

The policies our gods have given us are wonderful.

Not only did they bestow upon them immense power, but they also guided them to build underwater palaces and popularized education so that the sea people could live a life similar to that of the gods.

Anran is the most revered deity among the sea people, while Qingling and others who have been leading the work on Dolphin Star during this period are "angels".

As for Tan Yiyue.

She was the servant of the gods, and also the saint of the sea people.

Regardless of whether you acknowledge the "Saintess's" virtues, Tan Yiyue is indeed the "Number One Expert in the Sea" in terms of strength, even though she is only level 34 and can't even beat An Qianqian.

But it's okay, I'll hug my cute little bear.

*rubs against* ( *￣▽￣)((≧︶≦*)

"Let me give my master a massage."

"I'll take my master swimming."

"..."

Get out of here, you vixen who seduced An Ran!

After consuming five special-material monuments, Ella, whose level had finally stabilized at 82, was furious.

They have no shame whatsoever.

So what if you have big breasts?

Me too!

So when Anran was resting at night, she felt something soft "push" against her.

She turned around, bewildered.

I then realized it was Ella.

That's a bit weird.

An Ran recalled a certain BL anime, which told the story of kindergarten children being forced to mature prematurely...

Emmm...

She made it up; there's no such thing at all.

"Stop joking, Ella looks better when she's normal."

Okay, goodnight.

Ella happily entered hibernation mode.

……

Nagorlia in 8104 was still not peaceful.

However, this unrest is almost never seen by ordinary people.

For players, there weren't any large-scale missions that allowed them to explore the entire radiation map.

All I can do is run errands and follow up on the main questline of the planet.

However, almost three months after the new version was released, something new has finally appeared.

A nationwide manhunt by the Imperial Royal Knights unveils the secretive organization "The Holy Principles."

Combating cults is everyone's responsibility.

A reward of 100 billion plutos will be given for reporting cult members, and reporting cult strongholds will give you the opportunity to become an unofficial member of the Royal Knights.

It is understood that the cult originated in Naghlia, but it has now developed into a nationwide cult.

Someone witnessed Royal Knights arresting cult members in Nagria.

"You're under arrest!"

The knight captured the cult members.

"No, you're the one who's been arrested!"

Another cult member jumped out and grabbed the Royal Knight.

"You two have been caught!" The Royal Knight easily turned the tables.

The dialogue was made up, but the process was pretty much like that.

The members of the Holy Church attempted to ambush the Royal Knights, but were immediately forced to their knees by someone.

There was no smoke of gunpowder, no destruction, and it didn't even look like a battle.

That's what makes it so scary.

Members of the Holy Church are classified as high-risk individuals, with a strength rating of at least G90.

The aging empire remains terrifying.

Even amidst such chaos, they held their own in the battle against the Black Tide rebels.

Under normal circumstances, the Black Tide rebels would have been wiped out long ago.

Unfortunately, the power struggle ultimately harmed the interests of the empire.

The longer the battle drags on, the wider the flames of rebellion will spread.

Later, mercenaries became involved in the Black Tide's turmoil, and the Empire faced a crisis.

However, those in power have not yet realized how serious the crisis is. Their focus is on themselves and their opponents, and at most they will pay attention to the deteriorating situation in the Blue Forest.

The interim governor has died again?

Send another one over there immediately.

Has the mining area completely fallen?

Take it back!

Our empire is not to be trifled with; those few mines are really nothing.

To repel external threats, one must first secure internal stability.

As long as power is in hand, eliminating these traitors is a minor matter.

"Major General, the family members of the traitor have all been detained."

Outside the sky garden on the western outskirts of the capital, Visa listened to the clerk's report with his hat brim lowered.

The deputy director of the capital's finance department is accused of colluding with the rebels and is about to be brought before a military court.

Visa was there to arrest the prisoners and their relatives.

"Let's go."

Visa got into the car first.

His gaze fell upon the luxurious sky garden.

As the vehicle moved forward, the rooftop garden was gradually left behind.

Soon the building will fall into the hands of others.

The deputy director is indeed guilty.

He couldn't escape the charges of embezzlement and bribery, but as for the charge of treason, Vesa sneered.

It's completely fabricated.

He knew very well that this was not something a deputy director of the finance department could accomplish.

Delaying the distribution of supplies and setting up obstacles under various pretexts are things only those at a higher level can accomplish.

It had nothing to do with treason or collusion with the enemy; it was simply a political struggle.

The people on the other side are dragging us down.

They looked down on the night owl, thinking it was nothing more than a minor nuisance, a hindrance that could cause serious trouble for their political enemies.

However, minor problems can accumulate into major problems, and minor problems left untreated can also develop into major problems.

The Royal Council will convene in the second half of next year to elect a new emperor. This year will undoubtedly be the most chaotic time for the empire, and if not handled properly, the empire may decline.

Hey--

After dealing with military and political matters, Visa changed into civilian clothes and went to a leisure area.

I'm mentally exhausted; it's time to take a break.

He found an empty spot to sit down, intending to listen to a concert.

Despite political turmoil, the everyday leisure and entertainment industry continues to thrive.

A sense of urgency only arises when war reaches our doorstep.

In the dim light, Visa yawned.

At that moment, someone suddenly sat down next to him.

Visa frowned.

This person is wrapped up like a rice dumpling; he doesn't look like a respectable person at all.

“Hello Mr. Visa, nice to meet you. You may call me the contact person.”

This is a very indistinguishable voice; it appears to be synthesized.

Visa didn't rush to leave, nor did he immediately make a move: "How did you know I was here?"

“We’ve been tracking Mr. Visa for two months, and we finally found this opportunity,” the contact person said.

"..."

Two months?

Visa remained unfazed: "What do you want with me? And what do you do?"

The contact did not answer directly: "I think Mr. Visa seems to be very distressed about the current state of the Empire and confused about his future."

Visa remained noncommittal.