In the suburbs of Beiluo City, Western Continent, inside a single-story house.
Four or five white people, men and women alike, were gathered around a Crystal Ball, watching it.
Within the Crystal Ball was a vast ocean.
Raft bases rose and fell across the sea.
Looking closely, Lina and Luoer were among those watching the Crystal Ball.
Several years had passed. With thirty percent luck, thirty percent hard work, thirty percent chaos, and ten percent temperament, the two had earned promotions and become middle-rank managers at the West Continent Special Affairs Joint Bureau.
"This survival competition appears to be nearing its end," an elderly white man said.
Lina nodded. "Yes. As expected, the Otherworldly Users' rafts developed the fastest."
"Do you think they'll beat each other bloody?" Luoer asked maliciously.
"That depends on what stakes we offer them." Lina smiled.
"A Fragment World ocean we discovered only after tremendous effort—I believe that will be enough to entice them." The elderly white man snorted, his tone filled with lofty confidence and arrogance.
"But they aren't fools. They won't fail to see that something is suspicious here," Luoer said worriedly.
"It's already been arranged, so don't worry. As long as they retain even a trace of greed, they'll fight to the death and put on a fine show for us," the elderly white man said with complete certainty.
Luoer secretly glanced at his old partner, Lina. He did not know the inside story. For now, he had yet to escape his fate of doing dirty work.
His job was to capture large numbers of Ordinary People and send them in.
Lina's work was a level above his, and far more dangerous: linking the consciousnesses of Otherworldly Users over there.
Of course, this could only be done through the Crystal Ball, and the