Sir! Don't close the net!

Li Yili raised an eyebrow slightly. "Mr. Promising Future, what you said is contradictory, but I understand what you mean for now. Everyone is clearly arranged by fate."

Li Yili whistled, "You, who are called the guiding star of the future by so many people, actually believe that everyone's fate is predetermined. If this gets out, I wonder how many people will be devastated."

Abel raised his head slightly, his golden-red eyes turning towards Li Yili, making her feel a chill down her spine. Just as she was about to speak, Abel sighed softly, whether out of regret or emotion, it was unclear.

"Li Yili... Li Yili, if you were given the chance to change your destiny, what would you do?"

"To become the sole ruler of this world."

Li Yili's honesty made Abel unable to hold back. "Have you never thought about making this world a better place?"

"I believe that if I become the sole ruler of this world, it will be a better world than it was before I became the sole ruler, because without a doubt, there will be one less ambitious person in the world who wants to be the sole ruler of this world."

"..."

Abel rubbed his forehead, finding the conversation with Li Yili even more tiring than dealing with those difficult bishops.

“Mr. Li Yili, your honesty makes me genuinely happy, but I hope you will be more serious; this is not a game.”

"Ha... Is making the world a better place your only wish? That's quite a perfunctory statement," Li Yili said, raising two fingers and bending them at Abel. "Mr. Promising Future, do you know how to make the world a better place?"

“This…” Abel hesitated.

"Then do you know what makes this world less of a good place?" Li Yili asked in return.

Abel remained silent.

“Wow~ It seems you know quite a bit,” Li Yili’s eyes darted around. “There must be a famine, right?”

"Yes! That's right! There's a famine!"

“There must have been wars, right?” Li Yili raised her second finger.

“That’s right, there’s war too!” Abel sat up straight instinctively.

"If there were fewer natural disasters in the world, the world would definitely be a better place."

"Yes, if there were no natural disasters."

"Anything else?" Li Yili held up three fingers and waved them from side to side. "I can't think of anything else."

“That’s all…” Abel hesitated for a moment before nodding.

“So you’re hoping to eliminate these things and make the world a better place? Well, it is indeed a better place than before, but there are always unfortunate things in this world that you can’t imagine, and those unfortunate things are simply because they are not something that is very ordinary in your eyes and that everyone has.” Li Yili suddenly bent the three fingers she had raised.

"Even if it makes the world a better place, it's still just selfish desire, like wanting to become rich or sleeping with pretty girls every day. Since it's selfish desire, it should be met with appropriate means, so..."

Li Yili shrugged.

"Become the sole ruler of this world."

Abel's expression was somewhat distorted. His reason told him that Li Yili's logic was not wrong. He even thought about something deeper: there are people in this world who make others unhappy in order to make themselves happy. They are also part of this world. Should they be excluded from the category of natural disasters?

No, he had considered these things long ago, but he couldn't come up with the answers, which is why he had the desire to make the world a better place by giving up thinking and throwing the problem itself out there.

Becoming the sole ruler of this world may seem to be full of personal desires and has nothing to do with making the world a better place, but it is more positive. It acknowledges that there are many unimaginable misfortunes in the world, and that being the sole ruler is the guarantee that can be resolved when such misfortunes occur.

However, the title of the sole ruler of this world is truly hard to believe.

“The future… no, the future is all arranged, sir. I don’t think I need to beat around the bush like this,” Li Yili drew a circle in the air with her right index finger. “We’re all smart people. Either we lay our cards on the table, or we shut up and do our own thing. If you’re planning to stop me from going to Thorn City, you’d better blow up the train now, or just knock me out and drag me back to Instas. With your abilities, that distance should be more than enough.”

Abel's shoulders slumped slightly, and he remained silent for a while before slowly speaking, "My original destination was Thorn City; Instas was just something I passed through."

"Hmm, I see."

Li Yili rested her chin on her hand and tilted her head to the side.

Now we can determine why Gungnir couldn't be allowed to miss.

If a shot that is guaranteed to hit misses, what will it point to? And Bishop Azawi is looking for such a thing, and that thing is in Thorn City.

Only the Zeta-level legacy, representing the most powerful force of the ancient gods, can point to something that the Gungnir Throw, which is guaranteed to hit, can.

Li Yili narrowed her eyes slightly.

The only legacy that remains is that.

The legacy representing the final revelry—a Sigma-level legacy.

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The train carrying Li Yili roared towards the thorns.

Advancing in the direction of the earth, like an endless cage leading straight to the sky, or like an abyss that instills fear, the sound of cannon fire before the sea of ​​dead was incessant.

"Unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable!"

In front of the mask factory, Cardinal Servi's hands trembled as he reached out towards the seawall of the Sea of ​​the Dead, which was covered by ripples, as if his faith was being brutally shattered and he was trying to catch the falling fragments with his own hands.

"Atrocity—absolutely an atrocity!"

To avoid a repeat of the "the three of us" situation, Balan quickly moved behind Servi and lowered his voice, "Your Excellency, Austin wishes to see you."

"How dare he come looking for me?" Upon hearing Austin's name, Selvi was furious.

“Your Excellency, Austin is coming to us at this time most likely because he has a way to bring down Sheep Village Logistics and the Fire Spirits, otherwise…” Balan paused, “he might still be criticizing them.”

……

Upon reflection, Servi nodded, seemingly agreeing with the statement. "Where is he now?"

"Prayer room."

Selvi narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and led the priests through the factory gates into the prayer room in a grand procession. Seeing Selvi's menacing demeanor, Austin shuddered and instinctively stood up, beginning to regret whether he should have sent his men down.

Soon Austin was surrounded by the priests. The leader, Selvi, picked up a chair and sat down in front of Austin, crossing his fingers in front of him and looking up. "Mr. Austin, please sit down."

Austin's legs gave way and he slumped into the chair with a thud, his large body making the chair creak.

He didn't know Servi, but he wasn't blind; Servi's position in the Archbishop of Azawi was definitely not low.

“Mr. Austin, I’ll get straight to the point,” Selvi said, his eyes narrowing slightly. “If you can’t give me a satisfactory answer, it will be a different Austin leaving the factory today.”

Austin was taken aback at first, then his eyes widened, and he suddenly stood up, his pupils slightly contracted.

Servi raised his hand and beckoned, and Balan, who was standing behind Servi, raised his right hand, which was hidden behind his back.

It was a face, though only the skin was visible, but Servi recognized it immediately; it was his face.

David and Biga also raised their hands and pulled out a mask.

“Mr. Austin, the chair is over there for you to sit on. Don’t you… want to sit on it?” Austin’s fear pleased Selvi greatly.

“This, this is, my, mine…” Austin stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"Isn't it normal for a mask factory to produce masks?" Balan sneered.

“But…but didn’t you say that you have to…sign a contract before you can make the mask?” Austin swallowed hard, gripping the armrest of the chair as he struggled to sit down. “I clearly didn’t…”

“Austin, if everything requires a contract to proceed, do you think you can take over Instas?” Biga mocked. “Don’t forget, Austin, you are also a resident of Instas.”

"So, Mr. Austin, do you have any good news?" Selvi gazed intently into Austin's eyes.

“Yes, yes! This whole series of events was planned by Levi Strauss Richard, the logistics minister of Sheep Village,” Austin nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking at rice. “Now that he has left Instas, it’s time for us to counter-—”

"Ok?"

“I think it’s time to take over Sheep Village Logistics and Fire Spirits in one fell swoop,” Austin said, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Sheep Village Logistics and Fire Spirits seem to have the support of the residents of Instas, but that doesn’t change the fact that the port of Instas is no longer functioning properly. If we can’t guarantee a normal life, no matter how much they promise, it won’t work.”

"Most importantly, their actions have offended not only me, but also others!"

"So, everything was going according to your plan?" Selvi raised an eyebrow.

"That's right, that's right! Sheep Village Logistics and the Fire Spirits can't solve this problem! They're doomed!"

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"Here it comes—this is today's Mission Accomplishment Wishing Bottle!"

A conspicuous platform has been built on the shore of Dead Man's Sea, with rows of clear glass bottles neatly arranged on it.

The residents of Instas, who were gathered below the platform, were full of praise.

"Is this the wishing bottle that carries the power of water displacement? It's really beautiful."

"I have never seen such a beautiful arc."

"No, no, what's truly amazing is the design of these wishing bottles. They're so simple and unadorned that I almost thought they were just ordinary wine bottles."

At El's prompting, Abu Jean straightened his bow tie and, with an incredibly bright smile, ascended the platform.

"Everyone—welcome to the first Mission Accomplishment Wishing Bottle purchase event! Just like we said before, the Mission Accomplishment Wishing Bottle is extremely difficult to make, and the quantity is limited!"

“We have considered this carefully. Even if we adopt a first-come, first-served approach, we cannot guarantee that every resident of Instas will have the opportunity to receive the Mission Accomplishment Wishing Bottle!”

The residents of Instas, who were still working near the launch site, looked up in surprise.

"Therefore, to ensure fairness, Yangcun Logistics has decided to give away the 'Mission Accomplished Wishing Bottle' via a lottery!"

Abu Rang spread his arms wide.

Upon hearing about the giveaway, everyone's eyes lit up, completely ignoring Abu Jean's earlier mention of a lottery.

"Guaranteed to get a 'Mission Accomplished Wishing Bottle' exchange coupon with every 100 pulls! Miracles in single pulls are not just a dream!"

Abu Jean picked up a megaphone and opened his right hand toward the wish-granting bottle behind him.

"Each person's lottery pool is calculated individually, and the vouchers are valid indefinitely, so don't worry about not being able to get a Mission Successful Wishing Bottle if all the Wishing Bottles for today are drawn! As long as you draw a voucher, you can come to Yangcun Logistics to redeem a Mission Successful Wishing Bottle anytime."

An Instas resident couldn't contain himself and raised his right hand.

"So, how do I participate in the lottery?! Do I have to pay to participate?!"

Upon hearing the word "money," many residents of Instasus looked at each other with a conflicted expression, staring intently at the glittering "Mission Accomplished" wish bottle on the stage.

They didn't mind using money to buy the wishing bottles, because Li Yili had said from the beginning that she would sell these wishing bottles. However, using money to draw lots directly made them a little uneasy. Perhaps the money they spent on the "Mission Accomplished" wishing bottles in the prize pool would exceed the price of the "Mission Accomplished" wishing bottles.

While getting the desired item from a single pull is very tempting, who can say for sure about the pity system?

“We use receipts for the lottery,” Abu Jean said with a bright smile. “Receipts from grocery shopping at the market, receipts from depositing money at Instas Bank, receipts from buying medicine at the hospital, receipts from paying employee wages—receipts from all monetary transactions can be used for the lottery.”

"Of course, the total amount of those tickets must reach a certain figure!"

Every Instas resident present was stunned.

They don't need to go bankrupt buying lottery tickets to gamble on the odds of winning in the prize pool. As long as they live a normal life and consume normally, they can get a steady stream of lottery tickets. And if they live a more active life, they can get even more lottery tickets.

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