The False Human and the Sea

It had finally arrived!

The wind you wanted was finally about to blow into the Seven Cities.

Neither early nor late—it had to be right fucking now... This left everyone who had been rolling up their sleeves for an internal brawl feeling rather awkward.

Anything would have been better than now!

Had it come earlier, everyone could have sharpened their weapons, united as one, and faced outward—resisting the calamity wind from afar while keeping Ji Jue at bay up close. Had it come later, they could have united as one and faced inward, fought a few fucking rounds first, elected an alliance leader, and gotten that matter over with...

But now, all their original plans had been disrupted.

Neither here nor there.

It had the peculiar beauty of a day off that did not feel like a day off, and work that did not feel like work.

Within a single afternoon, news of the approaching calamity wind spread throughout the entire Endless Sea through the Federation's and Empire's observatories, maritime bureaus, and other monitoring agencies.

The atmosphere across islands large and small changed abruptly, gaining an air of gloom and tension out of thin air.

Supplies on the market began to grow scarce and prices rose, but most people had already stockpiled beforehand, so no major chaos broke out.

Meanwhile, in the Seven Cities Council at Pu City, the expressions of all the attending higher-ups were complicated. They were not necessarily anxious or afraid—more than anything else... they were irritated.

Trouble!

Life had been going along just fine, and suddenly a calamity wind popped up, delaying everyone's plans to make money. Anyone would be annoyed.

Couldn't this damn calamity wind just not come?

Amid the chaotic, overlapping complaints, Ji Jue remained silent. After scratching his chin for quite a while,