Sir! Don't close the net!

No, not every expense is under Li Yili's control. There is another crucial expense, one that is integrated into the lives of the residents of Instas, and it is not under Li Yili's control.

Purchase of masks and potions!

Alma suddenly stood up. "I need to go out for a bit."

After saying that, Alma turned and ran away under the strange gazes of He-Man and the others.

The residents of Instas have many opportunities because with masks and potions, they can adapt to all professions in Instas and become top-priority employees. Therefore... the residents of Instas cannot live without masks and potions.

Initially, the residents of Instas did become less dependent on masks and potions, but that was on the premise that all the residents of Instas wanted to work at the Fire Spirit Steel Mill and Sheep Village Logistics. However, the Fire Spirit Steel Mill and Sheep Village Logistics could not sell the faces of their best employees to the Instas for the residents to purchase.

Instas is so

It's impossible for everyone to work in the Fire Spirits and Sheep Village, nor is it possible for everyone to be proficient in their work. Rather, the younger generation of Instas, who have been taught from childhood that "all you need to do is use masks and potions to become the best," know nothing but mechanically impersonating others by wearing the masks provided by Instas. Perhaps they have the opportunity to learn and to change.

But now, the mechanically operating Instas market has been given a shot in the arm by Li Yili. With the hope of the wishing bottle, everyone will be willing to work harder than before to make a living. This is because the residents of Instas have become individuals, and the companies will no longer hire just anyone as before, but will start to carefully select employees.

The residents of Instasus themselves have no special characteristics. The only thing that can distinguish them is their experience in using masks. The younger generation of Instasus can no longer easily get high-paying jobs as before. They are left with two options.

Alternatively, one can completely break free from the Indian way of life, learn and enrich one's existence, and discover one's own strengths.

Or...

They became the epitome of the Instas lifestyle, buying more types of masks and using them more frequently. Since they couldn't compete with others in the usage time of a particular mask, they aimed to make themselves appear more well-rounded. Regardless of whether they would be able to use them in the future or whether they would develop in that area, they poured their hearts and souls into it. These young people...

They will be more proactive in purchasing masks and potions than before.

And who is the one who gets the most desired benefit from this process?

After circling around Instas several times, Alma returned to her home, drew the curtains, took out the conch shell from under her pillow, hesitated for a long time, then activated the conch shell and tentatively asked...

"Is Levi-Estée Richard one of ours?"

Chapter 102 But we can only live under this kind of sky

“Mr. Promising Future, I remember you said that whether it was the pirates of Instas or the residents of Thorn City, they had all simply returned to their original forms.”

Li Yili gently lifted her leg, causing Nakya's slender, snow-white legs to sway back and forth.

“I did say that,” Abel said without turning his head as he pulled the train car.

"So, do you like the original appearance of the residents of Thorn City?" Li Yili pressed her head on top of Nakya's head. "Let me make this clear first, I hate them. Their appearance and the emotions they exude make it impossible for me to have any thoughts of communicating with them. Of course, if they were willing to become human, even if I knew they were originally spiders, I would be willing to try to talk to them."

"I do not know."

“Because you also have the blood of Eden flowing in your veins, maybe you originally looked just like them,” Li Yili tilted her head.

After a long silence, Abel raised his head. "Maybe..."

“Are you… scared?” Li Yili hugged Nakya’s waist and lay back on the wool mat she had found in her luggage. “No matter what you really look like, it won’t be who you are now. If you change, it might completely overturn your life from beginning to end.”

"This is a high-stakes gamble."

“However, whether you choose to continue your current life or completely overturn your life from beginning to end, it has nothing to do with me,” Li Yili said, rolling around in her arms with Nakya’s body before opening her arms and exhaling a carefree sigh.

"You're the one who started this high-stakes gamble."

"The decision of whether or not to sit down and begin this high-stakes gamble is yours."

Li Yili raised her finger and said, “Mr. Promising Future, life is never static; it is always changing, just like a family. You love your wife very much, but you can’t guarantee that you love your colleagues, your work, and every single moment of your life. There will always be a moment when you feel angry, and that anger will be brought home.”

"It's not that you have a problem, nor is it that your wife has a problem. It's just that life is like this. You can't switch freely. You only have two choices: accept the force that life imposes on you, or... force it back."

Abel's face twitched. "The One and Only Ruler is as blunt as ever. He looks like someone who rapes people."

“Hahaha—Mr. Promising Future, how could you understand the principle that if you don’t fight back against life, you will be fought back by life if you don’t fight back against life?” Li Yili put her hands behind her head. “But Mr. Promising Future, you look like the type who has been fought back against life to the point that you seem to have not given up, but you don’t really care what position you are put in. You are really pitiful, Mr. Promising Future.”

Abel stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.

He was hailed as the guiding star of tomorrow, but in Li Yili's words, he became a pitiful soul at the mercy of life. However, he couldn't find any words to refute this, so he could only awkwardly change the subject.

"That's why you did that kind of thing in Instas."

"That kind of thing? Hey, hey, hey—don't make it sound like I've done something awful," Li Yili rolled her eyes. "I'm just a part of their lives that they can't avoid. Life is always changing. If I do nothing, I'll be the one being forced into it by life, while they've just become numb to it. They might not even like it; they might just not realize it yet."

That's it. "

"So why don't I help them turn over? Let them choose whether to change positions and continue being raped, or to make a change."

"They were born into that kind of environment, they had no choice. I just took away the reason that they had no choice. Of course, life can't be that perfect, nor can it be that dignified."

Abel lowered his head, somewhat helplessly, then smiled as if relieved. "Mr. Sole Ruler, what do you think Instas will become in the end?"

"Who knows? But that's life. Just live your own life well and don't accidentally get caught up in someone else's life."

“Double…cough—Mr. Sole Ruler, I really wish I hadn’t understood you,” Abel said, his lips twitching as he looked up at the sky.

The brilliant starry sky blended with the sun. He had read some old records and heard that there used to be a sky, and the stars would only appear at night. But one day, a piece of the sky collapsed, and then the sky collapsed in many places. The starry sky now occupied their heads forever. For people in the past, this was probably an incredibly absurd thing, but for people now, this is probably a normal thing.

He still remembers how he felt when he first saw that picture. He felt suffocated, as if the air had become thick and viscous, incredibly oppressive. Only under the starry sky could he breathe freely.

"I heard the sky wasn't like this before."

"But we can only live under this kind of sky."

On the Dead Coast, projectile devices were activated, and amidst cheers, booming sounds like cannon fire echoed across the Dead Sea. Spheres, carrying shockwaves, slammed straight into the sea wall, creating countless ripples.

Al, who was in charge of the scene, nodded in satisfaction.

The data will take some time to be processed, but the results visible to the naked eye have already exceeded their expectations.

Soon, Abu Jean, who was moving between the various projection devices, came up behind El. "According to the data provided by the minister, we adjusted the output while increasing the volume. Although it was the first time to project a sphere of this size, it was basically successful."

"Very good, it looks like we can move on to the second stage."

As soon as El finished speaking, he heard a commotion, which was getting louder and louder. El frowned and looked over, and saw several residents of Instass gathered together, pushing and shoving each other.

"Hey—what's going on over there!"

Abu Jean immediately shouted and went over.

Upon seeing Abu Jean appear, the noisy residents of Instas immediately stopped arguing and all looked at him, which gave Abu Jean a bad feeling.

“Mr. Abu Jean, we found this on the beach,” said one of the loudest Instas residents, pulling out a wishing bottle.

Abu Jean reached out and took the wishing bottle. "Didn't we say we'd release all the wishing bottles together tonight?"

“Mr. Abu Jean, this is the wishing bottle I threw in yesterday! I saw it being thrown into the Sea of ​​the Dead with my own eyes! Wasn’t it supposed to be carried to the surface by the water flow?”

Abu Jang was taken aback, then immediately turned the wishing bottle around, ran his thumb across the bottom of the bottle, and his expression changed.

This number is indeed from the wishing bottle that was thrown yesterday.

Just as Abu Jean was racking his brains, huge ripples appeared on the wall of the Dead Sea, and with the flying water, spheres carrying countless wishing bottles were thrown out like a meteor shower and crashed down on the location of the projection device.

Chapter 103 Do you even respect water displacement?!

Silence, a deathly silence. The sea of ​​corpses, once a battlefield filled with the continuous roar of artillery fire, was now utterly still.

The battle with history has come to an end, leaving only corpses and smoke.

The young black goat present stared wide-eyed at the sphere and wishing bottle on the beach, his face filled with disbelief.

"The wishing bottle was thrown back..."

Someone murmured something first, and the bewildered people gradually came to their senses from the shock and began to make sense of the situation before them.

"Our wishing bottle was thrown back."

"Didn't they say that the displacement would send our wishes to the sea?"

"This is my wishing bottle!"

"This is mine!"

Abu Jean grew anxious and rushed to El's side. He glanced at the Instas residents who were picking up wishing bottles embedded in the sand and lowered his voice, "Executor El, what's going on here!"

Al, recovering from his shock, raised his chin and said, "That's not the point. The important thing is how to handle the current situation."

El exhaled softly, his eyes sharpening instantly.

"And... who's behind this? The formula the minister wrote is the truth of this world! There can only be one truth that can be broken! Someone did something, although we don't know what principle they used... but they've managed to make things difficult for us at this time..."

"Just as I expected—"

The sound, amplified by a loudspeaker, rang out from behind them. The Instas residents, who were muttering about why their wishing bottles had been thrown back, all looked up and turned to look.

El's face was ashen, and he turned his head to look at it with a stiff expression.

A magnificent carriage stood at the junction of the city and the beach, its roof adorned with luxurious clothing.

With a glaring gold ring on his finger, the obese Austin stood atop the carriage, holding a megaphone aloft. Several priests, holding doctrinal texts and with solemn expressions, stood around the carriage.

The exaggerated display was similar to Li Yili's past act of throwing money around in the street, instantly attracting the attention of all the residents of Instas.

"Ah—you bastard, how dare you imitate the minister! Do you think you're worthy!"

Abu Jean, who immediately saw that Austin's behavior was a blatant copy of Ridley Scott's, exploded on the spot, angrily swinging his fist in Austin's direction, his voice even louder than Austin's exaggerated voice through a megaphone.

Austin's eye twitched, then he took a deep breath, his neck turning red.

Do you know why the wishing bottles are thrown back?

"Stop spreading these lies!"

Seeing that Austin was planning to make things even more chaotic, Abu Jean immediately lost his temper and wanted to go up and argue with Austin, but was stopped by Al.

“He can’t completely deny us,” Al said, his eyes narrowing slightly.

People only believe what is in their own interest.

Austin, who controls Instar and uses it as a human battery, certainly understands this principle, so he would never expose Sheep Village Logistics' lies on this occasion.

But that's precisely where the problem lies.

"Everyone—the Sea of ​​the Dead does exist! There are islands made up of temples there, and our ancestors came from there! If you doubt what I'm saying, you can visit the Instas Museum; there's evidence everywhere there!"

"If you still don't believe what I'm saying, go ask these priests. They are all the most devout priests of Bishop Azawi!"

The priests standing under the carriage nodded slowly. The priest on the far left spoke up, “The Sea of ​​the Dead exists. Your holy land exists on the sea. Your god is in that holy land, watching over you.”

"Then why were our wishing bottles thrown back?" an Instas resident couldn't help but ask.

It's coming—

Al narrowed his eyes slightly, beginning to consider how he would answer the resident's question if he were in Austin's position, maximizing his own gains while reversing the unfavorable situation in Instas.

“That’s because you’re not devout enough! That’s our god!” Austin stretched his arms out to the sides. “Do you think our god wouldn’t know our wishes? It’s precisely because he knows our wishes and wants to grant them that our god sends down the magical power of water displacement to deliver the wishing bottles containing our wishes to the holy land!”