Eastsea City, a city of rapidly developing commerce, had gradually changed beyond recognition.
Over the past three years, a rising enterprise had emerged—Doulong Technology Co., Ltd.
It had flourished across the materials market, forging market, and civilian Soul Tool market, becoming the leading enterprise in all of Eastsea City and extending its influence over more than half of the East Sea region.
The established companies that had once ruled Eastsea City with an iron hand all bowed before this colossal beast. They were either swallowed up or squeezed until they could barely breathe.
Most important of all were not the countless raw ores, spirit materials, spirit herbs of unknown origin, or the unprecedented forging and smelting techniques, formation arrays, and inscription methods. It was strength.
In this world, without matching power, no amount of wealth or capital amounted to more than a castle in the air—mere prey in the eyes of the strong. It was like hunters waiting for autumn, then heading into the mountains to hunt once the game had fattened up.
From the day Doulong Technology Co., Ltd. was founded, people had tested it with all manner of underhanded tactics. Some sent thugs to smash the place up, some hired Soul Masters to extort them, and some even secretly employed assassins.
But without exception, those people were sunk in the East Sea that very night.
No one knew who had acted, nor did anyone know where the bodies had gone.
They only knew that the next morning, several corpses floated on the waters outside Eastsea City, their expressions frozen somewhere between terror and despair.
From then on, no one dared harbor any crooked thoughts toward Doulong Technology Co., Ltd.
In just three short years, Eastsea City had undergone a massive reshuffling. The criminal forces once entrenched in the