So Hard to Guess, Right?!

While White Eagle was figuring out how to strip French Chicken's tycoons of everything they had...

On the Black Continent!

This war-torn land had plenty of resources, yet no powerful empire had risen here. There were empires, of course.

But they were, well, spectacularly absurd ones.

Had the land ever produced exceptional people?

Yes. But before they could grow into their potential, French Chicken, John Bull, or White Eagle usually had them killed.

As a result, no powerful empire had ever emerged on this land.

The Black Continent was the five great empires' pasture, and none of them would allow a strong empire to rise there.

Its powers were kept divided.

Deep within the Black Continent, a rift appeared without a sound. An aura of death seeped from it.

At the same time...

In White Elephant...

A murky river flowed gently along.

Filth lay everywhere.

A silent rift opened within White Elephant's borders.

The aura of plague spread.

The next moment, it was as though nothing had happened.

Apart from growing even murkier, the river seemed unchanged.

Across the entire Main World, changes were unfolding in silence.

French Chicken's fall, it seemed, had only been a preview. The main event was still to come.

Meanwhile, at the highest levels of The Empire!

The Seven Divine Pillars gathered.

"French Chicken has fallen, and a new revelation has appeared. The Empire must remain stable. The days ahead will be hard for the Main World." The First Divine Pillar's voice was grave.

"A new revelation? Did the anomalies in the Main World reveal something?" the Second Divine Pillar asked, puzzled.

"I'm not sure. Ever since trouble began in French Chicken, the Main World's future has fallen into chaos. Even she can no longer see it clearly," the First Divine Pillar said solemnly.

She