They did not even wait until noon the next day. That night, while the present world lay submerged in deep night, explosions and gunfire were already echoing throughout the present world.
Before dawn, more than thirty branches had changed their Spokesperson. The remaining branches had either come under attack, launched attacks of their own, or both!
When the path to peace appeared before everyone, the election did not make the Wild Bazaars more civilized. Instead, like a catalyst, it made the struggle ever more brutal.
Within the Federation Empire, Celestial Origin kept things in check. Even armed clashes could not overturn the heavens and would ultimately remain within certain limits. But beyond the Federation and the Empire—no, even beyond Central City—countless conflicts had already been stirred up across the Wilderness.
And on the high seas, it was nothing short of a raging storm.
Ship bandits and pirates acted as if they had been pumped full of stimulants, plundering everywhere. Hired by different clients, they began launching attacks against different targets. In the West Sea region alone, more than six branches had openly declared war and begun a Life and death struggle, leaving countless tragedies in their wake. New grudges and old feuds, livelihoods and rice bowls, votes changing hands... one matter after another piled together like powder kegs, exploding in an instant at the spark from the headquarters.
Even coastal cargo ships came under attack, falling within the strike range of desperate Water Ghosts.
It had been unexpectedly easy, effortless enough that they had not even broken a sweat or shed a drop of blood...
From the Captain to the crew, everyone raised their hands without any resistance. After handing over all the cargo, they did not even want the ship anymore, boarding several lifeboats and leaving directly.
If they