Is It Really That Cursed?

As time passed.

Old Man took Su Ye aboard an aircraft. As with their trip to the White Eagle, the Empire had a teleportation array that went straight to French Chicken. That made things convenient.

They reached French Chicken without incident.

Su Ye breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness nothing had gone wrong.

Ye Xiu felt the same relief. Nothing had happened.

But then Ye Xiu remembered their trip to Island Country.

Nothing had happened at first that time, either. What came later, though, was no small matter: one Taboo and two Half-Step Genesis beings.

Granted, one of them had been crippled.

But that still counted as a Half-Step Genesis being.

"This time shouldn't be that dangerous, right?" Ye Xiu felt a weight settle over him.

Su Ye, meanwhile, looked around French Chicken with curiosity.

Compared with the White Eagle, French Chicken was doing a little better, but not by much.

The White Eagle was a mess, but it still had strength.

French Chicken, on the other hand, had truly declined.

Most importantly, French Chicken had turned into Black Chicken.

All Su Ye could say was that it was absurd, but it made sense. What went around came around, and French Chicken was paying for it now.

It was a damn joke. It still had some strength, but only against small countries. French Chicken—no, Black Chicken—could do little besides bully them.

The White Eagle's problems were mostly internal chaos. It was no longer at its peak, but its strength was still there.

French Chicken's rot went to the bone. It wasn't just chaos; its own strength had dwindled to almost nothing.

Damn it. Is French Chicken's front line going to hold? Su Ye wondered, worry flashing in his eyes.

With strength like that, could it still defend its front