Four hundred years ago, the world had shattered and the earth had split, yet in the end, all returned to calm. Whether turmoil or peace, time still marched onward without cease.
After the chaos and upheaval of a week ago, the Present World continued to turn, its endless disturbances never ceasing.
Never mind whether the sky fell or the earth sank; as long as people lived, life still had to go on as usual.
Besides, even if that chaos had lasted a few more days, the death toll might not have matched that of a single Natural Disaster... Just treat it as an extra gust of wind, an extra shower of rain. People were used to it.
These days, everyone had their own shit to eat, everyone had their own prison sentence to serve. Who had the leisure to care about so much?
After a brief spell of attention, everyone swiftly turned their eyes toward the major news stories arriving one after another.
The Federation and the Empire's latest military expansion plans, the further deterioration of Central Earth's situation, and the Thousand Isles' conflicts that were already on the verge of open swords and drawn bows, murder and arson.
The Celestial Origins felt the endless pressure of performance quotas handed down from above, while the White Deers gritted their teeth and stubbornly met the many demands raised by the bosses and agents...
As for the Embers, they entered a frenzied period of overtime, madly taking orders. Open their eyes and work; close their eyes and keep working in their dreams.
No matter how they worked, they could never finish these damned orders!
It was like they had all gone insane.
The prices of alchemical products on the market continued to rise, dragging the prices of countless materials up with them.