In the memories of the 'past life,' the information about the player's civil war was very detailed, because when the war began, all the players had already descended into the Lower Realm Abyss, even the novices were at Kappa Rank (10). In the Border Abyss, there was no need to worry about any pollution and international impact issues, and with it being an online war, the player's civil war had no limits, the intensity of the war was very high.

Things like killing NPCs, kidnapping the opponent's allies, attacking neutral Merchants without limits, slamming the opponent's house door offline, pulling network cables, ordering laxative takeaway... all kinds of tactics were employed.

As for someone like him, who detained players in prison in one go, exploiting the loopholes of the "Lai Anding Medical Protocol", and kept them locked up until the war ended, it was nothing out of the ordinary.

Veterans who had been through the war more or less understood how to deal with players.

"So then." Caramel Snail scratched his head: "The people are already captured, then what should we do next?"

"Just a reminder to everyone, the commotion outside is getting quite huge."

Lanan showed the scene outside of the Evil Spirit: Under their attack, the crowd was plunged into serious chaos.

Although they did not kill anyone, even projecting some non-lethal martial force at the crowd, injuries were inevitable, and such actions were no different from a terrorist attack.

"The Empire's police forces are maintaining order, a decision must be made quickly." Lanan said: "The Evil Spirit can last for another minute; that Omega stronghold is not present, but the Inherent Time Domain information is transmitted without delay, giving us at most 12 minutes to escape."

Just as her voice fell, Glina's figure already appeared in front of a few people, she glanced at the young man on the ground and asked:

"Is everything ready?"

"Don't rush, I'm almost done here."

Leoz didn't intend to destroy Land Loyd, otherwise, with his current Ether Blood, it would be enough to delete his account.

The Night Fighting Sword kicked the Land Loyd on the ground, then asked:

"Actually, I still don't understand why we have to kidnap this kid..."

"It's not a kidnapping." Leoz said: "It's about bringing him aboard the pirate ship."

"Pirate ship?" Night Fighting Sword turned his head, surprised and asked. "What pirate ship? Do you intend to make him one of us?"

"The pirate ship of Society."

Leoz took out a ring sealed with the engraved [Mechanical World Speaker] Meganiros from his pocket, slipped it onto his middle finger, and said lightly:

"Ready, begin the operation."

............

[Afternoon: 21:12]

Empire of Heralds——Red Mist Star——Underwater Abyss Bureau Building.

Outside the Underwater Abyss Bureau Building, the Empire's enforcement troops were already in strict readiness.

Even though they were only paramilitary personnel, the foundation of the Narrative Civilization was there, their equipment, whether in technological content or protective capability, far surpassed the level of mercenaries and professional soldiers from other civilizations, each one standing there like a seamless wall.

The sky was filled with surveillance eyes, and sensors ubiquitous in space acted like neural synapses, continuously feeding information to the command system.

It could be said that if it weren't for the Evil Spirit entirely existing in another world peculiar to the Mysterious line, Empire's enforcers would be fighting with full Perspective open.

However, at the scene, it was not the usual police commanders who arrived to closely command the enforcement troops.

Underwater Abyss Bureau Chief Qinlan Jiuge was holding a wine pot in one hand, with the other hand resting on a demonic sword, his face somber, long gone was his usual relaxed attitude of shirking work.

This wasn't because he suddenly started caring about his career, being from the Underwater Abyss Team, he essentially enjoyed the benefits of an iron rice bowl.

It was entirely because, standing beside him was a tall, handsome man with short ink-black hair parted casually, dressed ordinarily: leather jacket, a blue-lined shirt, a pair of brown athletic leather shoes, appearing like a regular working man who could be found in any office block.

"The time is almost right."

The civil servant man looked at the Underwater Abyss Bureau Building shrouded in dense Spiritual Power up ahead and spoke:

"The Inherent Time Domain of Narrative can restrain the Spirit Realm Evil Spirit, outside it might last for ten to fifteen days, but here, no matter how strong the Spirit Medium, at most it's just five minutes."

"Yes, I think so too."

Qinlan Jiuge nodded, saying:

"Then, it's about time I prepared to take action as well, Prince Mistofen."

'Prince.'

Although in the Empire, nobility is not inherited by bloodline, rather it's obtained through merit and election, even the Philosopher King is essentially just a sacrificial lamb chosen.

"Empire's nobility? They're nothing but a bunch of machines." — Redd Gold once said.

To enhance their political capacity and cut off their ties with merchants and other interest groups, Empire's nobility is not allowed to have descendants and personal property, and they undergo emotional castration. They must fully commit to their political achievements and the people in their jurisdiction, while their thoughts are directly connected to the Empire's grand think tank, receiving teachings from the central Philosopher King.

But this sacrifice required from bureaucrats, in turn, grants Empire bureaucrats far superior execution power and authority than other Narrative Civilizations. The absence of personal property means that the entire Empire becomes their property, continually driving the Empire towards external expansion and conquest.

The title 'Prince' is used by only two types of people in the Empire.

One is the Empire appointed Prince, who can assume regency responsibilities when necessary. For example, the current Purgatory Demon Descendant Prince — Cledo Archie Santoro Chenova, a Diplomat appointed by the Philosopher King. Unlike the foreign minister, he directly represents the personal opinions of the Philosopher King.

This Prince is not to be trifled with. Regarding the Azure Star issue, he handled it exceptionally well, producing excellent results even against the odds during the Temple-aligned Star Union meeting, using words as sharp as swords, piercing the petty minds of several allied Temple civilizations and significantly damaging their stance, thus accumulating a great deal of political prestige.

Clearly, the ordinary public servant in front of us, looking nothing but handsome apart from his fine appearance, naturally could not be the Purgatory Demon Descendant Prince.

The other, in some sense, might be even more critical than the Prince.

Mistofen Aran, a front desk civil servant at the Empire Department of Civil Affairs, basically someone who stamps divorce certificates.

Twelve days ago, he was appointed First Prince by the Philosopher King, the Empire Crown Prince.

In other words, barring any accidents, he would be the next Philosopher King.

Mistofen's personal command on site, effectively indicated the Empire's high-level stance: The Philosopher King wants to intervene in this matter but finds it inconvenient to appear personally.

Even though he looks just like an ordinary civil servant, the leader must have anticipated something, hence chose a clerk to become Empire's Crown Prince.

Qinlan Jiuge understood this well.

For her political life, she decided it best to follow the other party's instructions earnestly.

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