Punabantu.

A remote area in the Southeast District of the Endless Sea, rarely visited by anyone. Places like this are usually collectively called godforsaken spots.

In this lifetime, aside from making it to the newspaper once when a massive gold mine was discovered, there has never been any buzz. Even the name was given after the discoverer of the gold mine.

A large population of outsiders grouped together with a small number of natives. During a riot over a hundred years ago, the local natives were massacred completely, and the outsiders occupied the area. Soon, religious, linguistic, and ethnic conflicts brewed incessantly, coupled with the gold mine as a Catalyst, not a day of peace was ever lived.

As soon as the shallow gold mines were nearly exhausted, and big companies were unwilling to invest due to the area's complex situation, poverty quickly returned, but chaos and conflict remained unchanged.

In this world, being too close to the Federation is hardly favorable, yet being too far makes it worse. Life wasn't good even with the gold mine, and without it, things just got worse.

Without the lubrication of gold, struggles did not cease but intensified, countless large-scale conflicts that occurred one after another.

Before the outbreak of the plague the other day, within just a month, two presidents changed, four Generals emerged, countless warlords rose and fell, and in the end, everyone pooled their wisdom and creativity, amazingly crafting an eighteen-layer Hell within this small shell.

As it stands now, looking back...

The mastermind behind the scenes, perhaps this was the aim all along?

Through the spread and catalysis of the plague, laying the foundation, seizing countless people's consciousness, souls, and dreams, and thereby creating a genuine Hell and Demon Realm.

From the start to finish, no one paid attention.

Death occurred so frequently that even Hell seemed commonplace.

Ji Jue closed his eyes, tapping the table before him, a crisp sound echoing as he sank into contemplation.

Now, he finally found Wen Wen's destination.

Yet he couldn't help but feel a headache.

Ruins' stubbornness... How on earth did you think, big sister, that you could just clench your fist and leap into the opponent's den for a showdown? Anyone could see what a mess Punabantu has become after the collapse effect, and couldn't you plan more gradually?

Or is there some reason that leaves no other choice? Surely you aren't about to start a poultry-eating contest with your well-raised chickens?

Wen Wen is at least part of Ruins, and a powerful one at that.

But I am just a craftsman, weak, powerless, and pitiful. How on earth do I handle this?

Ji Jue sighed helplessly.

He took out his cellphone, opened his contacts, retrieved a name long hidden in the blacklist, and sent a text message: [Plenty of money, come quickly]

Within ten minutes, a reply came from the other side.

Tang Qian (Remark: Stole ten Gold Coins from me): [Really, godfather!]

[Really, really, all expenses covered, including meals and healthcare subsidies. Pay granted tomorrow, gather at the Coast, no need for armor. Come sooner, earn more.]

[Okay, godfather! See you tonight, love you! Heart~♡]

Ji Jue looked at the sweet reply dripping with honey, nodding to himself.

Found a scout in the form of cannon fodder, didn't he?

Then, in the silence, he wandered with his hands behind his back, pacing over the map Isis projected, measuring the distance with his steps, one, then another.

Gradually, he felt resolved in his mind.

He retrieved his phone again and dialed a number.

"What do you want?!" came an impatient voice from the other side. "I'm telling you, Ji, you come bothering me one more time for no reason, and I'll make you pay someday!"

"Hey? Old Fred."

"Who the hell are you calling Old Fred!"

Frederick from North Wind Workshop fumed in rage: "Speak up if there's business, I'm busy here!"

"Fine, then you go play. Just have your teacher talk to me, and by the way, call over anyone who can make decisions at your Dragon Remains Fleet." Ji Jue told him nonchalantly.

"What?! Wait, hold on, are you serious?"

On the other side, there was a momentary stupor, then a series of crashing noises, mixed with vague shouting and roaring, accompanied by Frederick's embarrassed pleas and apologies.

Soon, things quieted down, Frederick's voice turned serious: "The teacher has arrived, you'd better mean business!"

Right after, a deep voice rang out, sarcastically: "'Director Ji,' is there another disastrous matter needing a scapegoat?

Saying upfront, don't try to fool us with some paltry goods."

"Extra words, I won't bother."

Ji Jue stood firm on the map again, lowering his gaze, glancing at the map below: "Want some land?"

"..."

Instantly, it fell silent on the other side.

"I remember the Northern Realm's frost season is approaching, right?" Ji Jue curiously asked: "A huge expanse, ready-made land, it might be a bit barren, but inhabitable. Want some?"

"..."

Yellow Beard remained silent, after a long time, the original stingy and opportunistic tone gone: "Tell me the details, don't keep secrets."

"Punabantu, vast place, all-season spring, ideal climate, coconuts and mangoes nourish the people, ready-made plantations, just lacking a group of hardworking folks willing to pioneer."

"Hey."

Yellow Beard couldn't help but scoff, finally comprehending: "Trying to play the borrowing-the-knife strategy on me?! A second time? You think others aren't any wiser or do you believe you're the only smart one?"

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