Worthless Trash

"Human fate, with all its wild rises and falls, truly is impossible to predict."

Ji Jue sat at the bow, unable to help but sigh. Personal struggle, whatever... all that other messy nonsense.

Things had turned out far beyond his original plans.

From the beginning, Ji Jue had merely followed the scent of a disaster beast, hoping to pull a little more sponsorship from his Deepdark colleagues... But later, after Minkler told the truth, he realized his vision had been too small, his thinking too narrow.

Why did sponsorship have to be limited to peers?

Just because the harmful winds blew up and he couldn't find Deepdark, was he supposed to give up on sponsorship?

The Seven Cities could sponsor him too!

And if the Seven Cities were unwilling to sponsor him, he could make them willing.

At worst, with Minkler's declaration, taking down a Chopra Family would be effortless!

Besides... just look at those beasts from the Soekarno Family, those insects in the Seven Cities, and those useless fools from the Chopra Family.

No matter how perversely he acted, no matter how much Blessing Park expanded its recruitment and staffing, it couldn't possibly be worse than those things, could it?

As for whether it would work, Ji Jue had never considered it.

The Federation's waters ran too deep for him to stir, Central Earth's mire was too chaotic for him to blow apart, but the mere Seven Cities—did he really need to hold back?

Then he would try. Even if trying meant dying.

A horse never grew fat without a midnight meal. Ji Jue wanted too much, carried too many troubles, and held too little in his hands. If he truly wanted to seize control of his own fate, he had to take a gamble!

The waters of the