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By the next morning, Zhao Cheng had gotten off the plane, transferred several times, and finally neared his destination.

Only neared it—not arrived.

By then, Zhao Cheng had reached South Africa.

This region had been in chaos for over a century. Governments of every kind rose and fell in endless succession, while warlords carved up the land, constantly taking turns.

Under normal circumstances, what had long been united would divide, and what had long been divided would unite again. That was the great tide of history. This place was different because of human interference—many foreign nations and forces had their hands in it.

The climate here was pleasant, and the fertile land stretched for thousands of miles. Unfortunately, it was not used to grow food, but things worth far more.

Yet the strange thing was that while the crops here generated enormous wealth, the local natives still went hungry.

At the same time, such a chaotic land was paradise for criminals.

Because Zhao Cheng had certain aims in mind, he had not alerted anyone on this trip. Not even some of the big names back home knew where he had gone.

With his current abilities, he was a god in the online world. The identity he had fabricated out of thin air contained not the slightest flaw.

The reason Zhao Cheng had concealed his tracks was not because he feared anyone coming after him. Honestly, he would not have minded cutting through the cosmos with a single sword—but unfortunately, no one ever gave him the chance.

He hid his trail mainly to avoid setting off a chain reaction.

Given his current standing, if he were out in the open, every move he made would stir storms in all directions. Even a single journey could change the fates of many people.