Once chaos officially erupted.
All manner of unforeseen events naturally came crashing in one after another.
Ever since some unknown fellow had been the first to use contraband.
The course of events.
Had finally veered completely into madness.
All kinds of prohibited items, as though they had been fully legalized, were constantly put to use, only to be forcibly suppressed again by various factions...
A minor disaster every three days.
A major disaster every month.
They had truly become part of daily life for residents everywhere...
Every few days, some Planetary System would be blown apart or wiped out.
Every month or two, bizarre major events capable of affecting the entire Milky Way Galaxy would erupt—perhaps a Great Explosion, perhaps a biological virus, perhaps some sort of information weapon...
Even the previously stable spatial structure had become somewhat unreliable.
From time to time.
Spaceships using wormholes and Warp Drive would be thrown into unknown regions by interference from the various energy fields within the Milky Way Galaxy, becoming missing persons altogether...
It was at this moment.
That the countless natives finally came to deeply understand what it meant to live in dire straits.
Compared to this, even Gotham seemed scenic and pleasant, brimming with heartwarming humanistic care...
Amid all the upheaval.
Even certain Hong Huang Players who feared neither heaven nor earth inevitably suffered greatly.
After all, they did not want to run into lunatics randomly tossing planet-bombs around the moment they stepped outside...
Nor did they want to accidentally enter some bizarre energy field while casting a Teleportation Spell, only to be flung to the edge of the universe for an impromptu interstellar wandering journey.
It was said.
According to a post by some player on the Game Forum.
A poor fellow had already been directly thrown into an