Patience

This time, it was explosions at the port!

Thirty percent of ships registered on Luo Island suffered severe navigation failures, while another ten percent had their engine turbines explode, becoming iron coffins that drifted out to sea.

Ships fully loaded with supplies and weapons rode the wind and waves all the way, charging forward unstoppable... straight into the pirates' nest.

Delivery right to their door.

A cruise liner originally bound for the Empire discovered, two days after setting sail, that it had docked in the Federation. Meanwhile, a massive Federation phlogiston transport freighter departed from Tower City, vanished for two days, then inexplicably docked at the Soekarno Family's most clandestine smuggling pier.

More and more amusing incidents began playing out with Ji Jue's sudden whim.

He had already immersed himself in it, utterly oblivious to the world around him.

Facts proved that something worse than "returning to the primitive age overnight" was "sporadically returning to the primitive age at irregular intervals"... and worse still was somehow keeping everything else barely functioning at the same time.

Even when the enraged Soekarno Family spared no expense in unleashing Spiritual Substance shocks across Luo Island on a massive scale, destroying and overwhelming vast numbers of Creation Spirits.

After losing three quarters of their numbers, the Creation Spirits evolved once again.

Like drug-resistant cockroaches or cold-resistant mosquitoes, they developed resistance to Spiritual Substance shocks and disruptive conditions. At the same time, they fled faster, hid deeper, and moved with ever more slippery cunning.

Every digitized file and record was now silently deteriorating, errors appearing bit by bit. The numbers displayed on screens and paper gradually diverged from one another, while reality and records began to blur together.

Yet all they could do was watch helplessly as they futilely fought fires, raging in impotence to