Time could pass quickly or slowly.
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
The Styx, which had initially arrived with such overwhelming momentum, had yet to wind through the starry sky. It was still far away.
Meanwhile, Gu Xi and Supra's efforts had already produced visible results.
Among the Upper City's residents, several had successfully become Death Knights.
However, they had borrowed the power of the River of Forgetfulness. The source of that power was not their own, so no matter how much power they mastered, they could not become players.
Of course, this was nothing to the Upper City's residents.
Still, it allowed them to see a glimmer of hope—the hope of obtaining extraordinary power.
At the same time, it allowed Gu Xi to see an opportunity.
They might not have any chance of becoming players right now.
But there were so many residents, and Gu Xi had enough time.
Perhaps one day, someone among them would become a Necromancer or Death Knight through their own power.
Then they might be able to enter Gu Xi's Game World and become one of his players.
Gu Xi believed that, with his strength and status, he could wait for that day.
As for the Jungle Port below, Supra had unknowingly turned it into a Defensive Type port.
As an Epic-level Pirate King, even though he had not reached this level while alive, his experience was still there.
When it came to naval warfare, he definitely understood more than Gu Xi's subordinates.
He knew exactly how long naval battles could last, and he also knew what mattered most in naval warfare.
Thus, every usable element—the environment, terrain, ships, magic, and even the coordination of different troop types—
As long as Supra could think of it, he laid it all