A major conflict quickly erupted.
Blood flowed freely, and the old men could only cower inside their homes.
Their families pleaded, "Let our family member go. We agree—you can do it for as long as you want."
Under the most primitive use of force, the town's young people finally gained the freedom to load and save, even going a step further and stripping those old men of their voting rights.
Then things escalated further. Some of the strongest fighters wanted to band together and seize power in the town.
However, this idea met with strong opposition from the very beginning.
"We're not some isolated paradise here. We still have connections with the outside world. Otherworldly Users have come here several times, though they left again," someone said.
"Yeah, as long as we have the moral high ground, it's fine. But if we don't, those people can run outside and report us. We could easily get taken away," another said.
"Damn it, if only we could seal off the passage between inside and outside." The third person beat his chest in frustration.
"It might not be impossible. I just remembered—the first Otherworldly User who came here even questioned me during his investigation. After he seemed to experience three loads, his face turned pale and he hurriedly left."
Naturally, all of this reached Wenren Sheng's ears.
Three loads?
He had only just experienced one. It did not seem to feel like much—night fell, he opened his eyes, and he was back in the town from four years ago.
"Oh, could repeated loading sever the connection between inside and outside? We haven't loaded often before because it was troublesome. Should we gather everyone and load a few hundred or thousand times in one go?" someone else suggested.
"Wait, we should first bring in