Lu PingAn's failed exploration ended there. He received plenty of complaints. He had gone a little too far, and there had been rather too much feedback from the front lines.
In his memory, he had merely gone over for a look. But in reality, the collapse of a spatial passage and the death of an overlord-class creature were events enough to affect the entire war.
"Our scouts are complaining that the front lines have become much tenser, especially since the inspections for spies have become far stricter."
"...Uh, is there a problem at the front lines?"
"No. It's just become much more troublesome to send intelligence back. Those Fishmen are pretty crude in their methods, so our infiltrators are relatively safe, but there are simply too many of them. Investigations have become a real nuisance."
Lu PingAn did not pay much attention to such minor matters.
He simply read the latest battle reports. As a member of the Military Committee—though only an advisor in name—he could access all sorts of non-sensitive internal reports and military intelligence, including detailed information on various fronts and logistics.
In his eyes, nothing had really happened. After all, the war was still in the stage of mutual probing.
If there had been any obvious change, it was that local food and daily necessities prices had suddenly plummeted, costing him quite a bit.
It was not because his attempt to corner the market through stockpiling had backfired. The Rebirth Merchant Guild already dealt in large quantities of daily necessities and food, so a sudden price drop naturally brought substantial losses.
"Looks like the caravan routes need some adjustments."
After thinking for a moment, Lu PingAn understood the reason behind this crash.
More powerful players and major factions had entered the game. Eastern Kingdom in particular had