After the internet was disconnected, I connected to the magic world.

The riots in China lasted for three full days before finally beginning to subside.

Special Investigations Unit's action teams, dressed in distinctive black combat uniforms and carrying assault rifles, patrol the streets of major cities.

The thugs who took advantage of the chaos to loot and vandalize, and the mobs incited by capital, couldn't even last three moves against real guns and official martial arts experts.

Often, as soon as they drew their weapons, they were shot down or had their limbs broken.

What surprised the official team even more were the players who had cultivated internal energy in the world of Kyushu.

These people were once just overwhelmed by mortgage payments, bullied students at school, and migrant workers toiling away on construction sites.

When did I ever have the ability to fly over walls and punch through brick walls?

I've always felt a surge of resentment towards those capitalists who drive luxury cars and act superior, along with their lackeys.

Now that he has martial arts skills, he is even more ruthless than the officials. If he encounters a thug who dares to resist with a gun, he will rush up and punch him away, twisting the gun into a pretzel.

"Damn it, you used to ride roughshod over us, and now you dare to steal from us?"

A player dressed in a food delivery uniform grabbed a thug's arm, pinned him to the ground, and spat on him.

"Does having a little money give them the right to act with impunity?"

With the help of these players, the rebellion was quelled at an astonishing speed.

In less than a week, the large-scale riots in China were completely quelled, and the bloodstains on the streets were washed away.

Supermarkets and shops have reopened, and apart from the occasional patrol team passing by on the street, it's hard to tell that this place has just experienced a period of unrest.

But everyone knows that times have changed.

No one on the internet dares to say that the Dream Order is a scam anymore, unlike those "debunking experts" who were most enthusiastic after receiving money from investors.

Netizens have already thoroughly exposed his background, revealing how much money he received and where he lives. Now he doesn't even dare to leave his house.

Everyone was talking about the Dream Order, the Nine Provinces world, the martial arts of leaping across rooftops and the legendary immortal techniques.

The open riots have been quelled, but the covert struggle has only just begun.

Major capital firms, like sharks smelling blood, went on a frenzy, posting on various platforms to acquire Ru Mengling.

Prices have been driven up to hundreds of millions, with some conglomerates even offering astronomical sums of "one billion in cash plus a villa in a first-tier city".

Many ordinary people who were lucky enough to find the tokens gritted their teeth and sold them.

For them, a billion dollars is enough to ensure a family's livelihood for several lifetimes, enough to risk their lives in another world.

Nothing beats having money and living a stable life.

But capital is clearly not satisfied with the tokens acquired online.

They knew very well that such a treasure that could lead to another world and grant superpowers couldn't possibly be limited to what was available on the market.

The high-priced acquisitions on the surface are just for show, meant for the general public.

Behind the scenes, the private security detail employed by major conglomerates, assassins from the underworld, and bribed moles were all deployed.

They cheat, swindle, steal, and even murder to seize more tokens.

The authorities, of course, were not idle either.

While suppressing the remaining rioters, the Special Investigations Department was also secretly acquiring tokens.

At the same time, a large number of people were dispatched to investigate, and anyone found to have used illegal means to seize tokens was arrested and dealt with severely.

The two sides were secretly vying for power. On the surface, everything seemed calm, but underneath, undercurrents were already surging.

Compared to China, the Western world at this time was a true hell on earth.

At first, Western media were desperately trying to smear China, saying that sending the army to suppress civilians was a crime against humanity.

It is said that the Dream Order is a biological conspiracy orchestrated by China.

However, Chinese martial artists smashed a bulletproof car with a single punch, and some even jumped from more than ten stories high without getting hurt.

When this news spread, the entire Western world was in an uproar.

This place is a paradise for capital, and the government is just a front man pushed to the forefront by capital. What about laws, human rights, and order?

Compared to a treasure that can grant superpowers or even colonize other worlds, it's not even as valuable as a piece of toilet paper.

Wall Street tycoons held a closed-door meeting lasting less than half an hour and reached a consensus immediately:

All dream-entry tokens must be controlled by capital.

Once the order was given, the entire Western state apparatus completely shed its disguise.

Private armed men drove armored vehicles recklessly through the streets, and police officers went door-to-door searching with guns at their disposal.

Gangsters armed with AKs went door-to-door robbing people. Both the legitimate and criminal elements joined in. As long as they could get the token, no one cared if they committed murder or arson.

Gunfights raged from morning till night, bullets rained down on the streets, supermarkets were emptied, houses were set on fire, and the entire city was ablaze.

Ordinary civilians who have just gotten guns and are thinking of resisting are no match for well-trained private armed forces and gangs.

Often, the moment they pulled out their guns, they were riddled with bullets.

If you steal my token today, I'll kill your whole family and take it back tomorrow. Even conglomerates are rife with shady dealings; it's common for dozens or even hundreds of people to die over a single token.

A city loses thousands of people, a country loses tens of thousands, and they don't even bother to report it in the news.

In the eyes of capital, what are the lowly people at the bottom of society?

It's worth dying for anyone who can get a ticket to another world.

In just one week, no fewer than half a million people died in the Western world.

The streets were stained red with blood, corpses lay everywhere, and there was no one to collect the bodies. The stench of blood could be smelled several streets away.

No one knows that the souls of those who lay dead in pools of blood had just left their bodies.

They were entangled by the underground vines and rushed wildly through the passage towards the Great World of Kyushu.

In the Kyushu Demiplane, Lin Zhe, who was watching the live broadcast, suddenly felt a vast and complex torrent of souls.

It was frantically impacting the Nine Provinces plane, and if it weren't for the Heavenly Dao Net supporting it, it would have almost been breached.

"Heh, how many people died?" Lin Ze raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but laugh.

"Those Western capitalists are really ruthless. In just a few days, they've sent me so much nourishment."

"The Way of Heaven," Lin Ze cried out in his heart.

【exist. 】

A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind.

[A large influx of wandering souls has been detected. There is currently no dedicated space for storing souls. Should we open a subsidiary demiplane?]

"That's exactly what I was thinking." Lin Ze nodded, and in a flash, he appeared at the edge of the void in the main plane of Kyushu.

"Give me full computing power and open a small subsidiary demiplane next to the main plane, just like the underworld of Kyushu."

[Computational power in progress... Anchoring of auxiliary half-plane coordinates... World membrane wall development in progress...]

As the voice of the Heavenly Net faded, Lin Ze felt his thinking speed increase a million times in an instant.

The spatial laws of the entire void were clearly visible to him.

He raised his hand and gently touched the empty space—

"boom!"

A deafening roar, audible only to the soul, erupted, centered on his fingertips in the hazy, gray space.

Instantly expanding outwards, the earth, sky, and world boundaries took shape at a visible speed, empowered by the terrifying computing power of the Heavenly Dao Network.

Lin Ze looked at this newly opened space, filled with gray mist, stroked his chin, and casually decided on a name:

"From now on, this place will be called the Underworld."