Inside the great hall, Wealth God King Zhao Zihong and his hundred-plus partners stared at the livestream of the wager in silence.
The enormous hall was so quiet that a needle dropping could be heard.
The hundred-plus partners looked at one another, their eyes full of confusion.
"Who made this project?" Wealth God King Zhao Zihong asked, breaking the hall's silence.
"Boss, listen to my explanation." A burly, potbellied powerhouse with a bald crown scrambled and crawled across the floor, throwing himself down as he wailed.
"Explanation? What face do you have to explain yourself? I told you to design a law that suppresses abilities. Look at the garbage you made! Were his abilities suppressed?" Wealth God King Zhao Zihong pointed at the livestream screen and berated him.
"Boss, listen to my sophistry—no, listen to my explanation!" the balding powerhouse hurriedly cried in protest.
"That law is operating normally. I dare guarantee it with what little hair I have left—there's nothing wrong with my design. If you don't believe me, check the backend operating data yourself."
"I never expected something like this to happen. There must be something wrong with that continent. How about I restart the law? Maybe that'll do the trick," the balding powerhouse offered as his final defense.
Seeing that the balding powerhouse had even brought out the ultimate art of restarting, Wealth God King Zhao Zihong could only frown and invoke his divine authority to retrieve the backend data.
After carefully analyzing it, he found that the backend data was indeed functioning normally, just as the balding powerhouse had claimed.
There was not a single problem with the law that suppressed abilities.
This left Wealth God King Zhao Zihong deeply puzzled. Could it really be because of that continent?
He immediately tried restarting the law.
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