While America's upper echelons busied themselves expanding the Eastern Depot, Lin Hao did not stay idle either.
The Little Devil opened its mouth again, and Lin Hao stepped into the mysterious space.
After all this fuss, it was time for another thrilling draw.
After more than three months, the energy he had accumulated this time was the largest batch Lin Hao had gathered in the fifteen years since obtaining the Little Devil.
First, he had repeatedly manipulated Stark Industries stock, leaving retail investors and major shareholders howling in misery. Many investors driven bankrupt had jumped directly from Wall Street skyscrapers. This wave of "Essence of Grievance" had been a solid harvest.
Second, the eunuchs had vented their fury across America, killing and injuring people and spreading panic. He had participated in that wave indirectly.
Finally, there were the gains from the White House battle. He had personally wielded his sword to wipe out the troops, then displayed divine miracles that spread panic throughout America. His level of participation in this wave had been the highest, and so had the gains.
Although personally killing people yielded high individual values, it was inefficient. It could not compare to making major news and throwing all of America into panic. The value from each individual might be low, but enough grains of sand could still form a tower.
Lin Hao checked the system values and discovered that he had, for the first time ever, accumulated enough for a "thousand consecutive draws." His heart surged with excitement and anticipation.
Every gambler probably felt the same at this moment. With such a huge quantity, surely a miracle had to appear.
Lin Hao sat cross-legged, silently recited a calming mantra, then nodded at the eager Little Devil. "Begin!"
The Little Devil vanished instantly. It returned a moment