Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

Dammit, something's going wrong!!

One day, in the originally 'peaceful' Tower City, suddenly attacked by the Evil Cult, the first word that popped into everyone's mind was two characters, carrying countless exclamation marks, heavily bolded, marked in red with an underline.

——Run fast!!!

The shadows of the past reappear, shrouding restless hearts.

The Evil Cult is intimidating enough, but compared to the Federation and Empire, they are even fiercer, more intense, more ruthless!

Ji Jue merely started opening the curtain, and he already stirred unexpected waves, perfectly triggering the Central Earth people's inherent weak trust in order and vigilant precautions.

Overnight, the atmosphere suddenly shifted, as if under the smiling faces, bodies had already begun to tense amidst threats.

Preparing for the storm that could arrive at any moment!

This is, instinct.

If trust never existed, then suspicion is only natural.

In this ghostly Central Earth place, in this bone-devouring muck pond of Tower City, those without any vigilance have long rotted in the gutter.

Even if it's just shadows, even if it's false alarms.

Better to be a living clown than a dead fool.

One hour after Ji Jue was attacked, he sat in the interrogation room at the police station, and two hours after the office explosion, the entire Tower City silently boiled over.

At five in the morning, in the city's district, all police stations were on emergency alert, commissioners sat on pins and needles wiping sweat and ingratiatingly answering continuous phone calls, nodding and bowing in the office, followed by curses that echoed throughout the headquarters, drenching everyone in dog blood.

Even those 'police' who used to pose and act aggressively, were now fully prepared, even if unsure of what happened, they had to be on high alert to protect their skins as if facing a formidable enemy.

Before dawn, forced back to their posts under orders, each one yawning, constantly complaining, everyone said to be careful, but didn't know what to be careful of.

Then, very quickly, they found out... no need for their caution anymore.

As the sky faintly brightened, familiar alarm sounds already rang through Tower City.

Then a long convoy of armored vehicles drove out from the bases of the Federation and Empire, next, checkpoints and outposts at traffic crossroads and city entrances were promptly refreshed.

Expressionless, heavily armed soldiers stood before checkpoints, starting rigorous inspections of everyone's documents.

"I'm fuc..."

The yawning policeman in the car froze, raising his head, seeing the massive Flying Airship slowly flying overhead... like an iron-colored dark cloud, once again draping Tower City's sky, casting a menacing shadow.

On the Flying Airship, scarlet lights flashed, and then, orders and notifications from both sides' high-levels were conveyed on the hanging screen.

——[Citywide Curfew]!

Upon sensing the approaching unrest spreading, the stationed troops of the Federation and Empire hesitantly unleashed an iron grip, intimidating anyone wanting to take advantage of the situation or add fuel to the frenzy.

Simultaneously, demonstrating their position.

After all, inefficient banditing is a matter of ability, but not dealing with bandits becomes a matter of attitude!

Lack of ability is just sitting idly, but if the attitude isn't right, lives could definitely be lost!

Now, as the Federation and Empire show their stance, it's time for others to declare theirs too—do you support everyone in eradicating the Evil Cult?

Suddenly, hands raised towards the sky and faces full of tears of loyalty came forth, eagerly expressing allegiance.

Simultaneously, after lowering their heads and turning around, they began ruthlessly dealing 'in advance'!

After several months, the Desert Market once again welcomed surging orders!

In one night, starting from Ji Jue mentioning those four words of the Evil Cult, the Desert Market's business surged at an astonishing speed!

Shaban worked until he was all foamed up from exhaustion.

Business, too much business!

Just the assassination orders received over eighty, escape orders surged over two hundred in one night, manpower was nearly insufficient.

Corpses in the gutter were thrown constantly, like dumping dumplings!

No choice, everyone sits on unclean bottoms.

In a place like Central Earth, the bigger the bottom, the harder it is to clean.

People are accustomed to leaving life and death to fate, wealth to fortune, grabbing a gun in hand means action, living sloppily, dying horribly. After a while, nobody could clearly tell the nature of their subordinates!

Well-known middle layers are fine, but can you investigate the background of the lowest guys? He himself doesn't know where his father went, can you make his family wealthy?

Moreover, the Evil Cult is truly excessive!

Cleared several times yet hard to completely catch!

Among the Four Departments and Six Sects of Great Evil inheritance, there are the most Evil Cult members!

They never refuse anyone.

Using the ritual of worshipping the Great Evil to ease Mutated transformations, essentially deepens the binding, it's the perfect recruiting method!

Plus, once learned one can venture out alone, work for three months becoming your own boss, multiplying indefinitely, over time branching out so much that even the Evil Cult can't keep track.

Before Lu Changsheng, its organization was utterly loose, wild spread everywhere, and after Lu Changsheng's 'living and dying', it unraveled further.

Everyone changed faces, cloaked identities, hiding everywhere, changing names ten times a day, you might find a few people in the slums who've received eggs from the Evil Cult!

To the extent... everyone indeed has some connection or grudges with the Evil Cult! Even quite a few people had cooperated with the Evil Cult high-ups!

No one is clean, no one can withstand a thorough investigation, how could they not be afraid?

Everyone is on edge.

On the contrary, Ji Jue is sitting in the police station's lounge, drinking cup after cup of free coffee and starting to enjoy the spectacle.

The fact proves that when the purpose of the game is not to win, it immediately becomes fun...

He's just a stinking outsider who doesn't care what happens to Tower City. At worst, if things fall apart, he'll just dust himself off and leave, he could even go to Red Country, it doesn't matter to him.

All it would be is a loss of face.

Please, does he even fear losing face?

He can do without the market, without money, and certainly without any benefits.

But he can make everyone eat shit!

And very easily.

A storm is brewing, and in the eye of the storm about to erupt, Ji Jue is calmly scrolling through his social media feed, and even enthusiastically takes a selfie.

With his arm around a dumbfounded newbie police officer, he gives a thumbs-up, with the Tower City Police Station emblem in the background, and flashes a bright smile at the camera.

[It's just a bit of hardship, nothing more]

Then the screenshot of this post quickly reached many people, causing everyone's vision to darken repeatedly, making them unable to hold back their fury as they stomped and cursed madly.

But raging is useless, and cursing solves nothing.

At this point, things could escalate greatly, or they could be minor, but the weight is in Ji Jue's hands!

This bastard's finger is already on the big red button labeled "weighing," rubbing it over and over again like the devil's footsteps.

So, does Ji Jue have the power to weigh this matter?

Yes, brother, he does...

Ignoring that everyone doesn't care about the identity representing "Sea Tide Military Industry," Ji Jue is also a Chongshan Medal recipient from the Chongguang Church, recognized as the number one virtuous person in Tower City, a blood feud nemesis of the Evil Cult, a golden ribbon craftsman of the Taiyi Ring, a Heavenly Craftsman, and a Federation Core member, among others!

There are so many identities that the lounge cannot hold them all.

Any one of these identities alone is not something anyone can easily squash like a small fry.

Simultaneously, any of these identities is enough to stir up waves and bring this matter into the open!

By then, once the situation escalates, it would lead to yet another sweeping purge throughout Tower City, amid the storm, and everyone will instinctively start pulling others down with them, entering an uncontrollable dog-eat-dog phase, and the hard-earned stability will instantly turn into a quagmire.

As long as I don't want to make money, then nobody else should think about making money either.

Playing with candles on a powder keg, nothing more.

A knife originally praised by Shaban and considered promising by everyone is now stained with shit and brandished wildly and boldly, causing everyone's PTSD to be triggered once more.

No way around it, this imaginary ability to create shit from thin air is incredibly frightening.

Everyone is unsure about just how deep the water behind this goes; is it truly just a coincidence, or is Ji Jue taking advantage of the situation, directing and acting all by himself?

Even Mudahka himself has started to doubt whether there truly is an Evil Cult under his command!

At this juncture, allies, backing patrons, subordinates—all look like they might be out to get him!

Otherwise, why push him into the ring against Ji Jue and become the fuse of the detonator...

An iron fist temporarily suppressing the emerging waves seems to calm them down, but as people's anxiety intensifies, who knows when it will explode?

Just like the order and peace sought by the Federation and the Empire, no amount of superficial embellishment can hide the stench of the muddy pit of Central Earth, or the numerous conflicts and hatreds.

And now, a new Evil Cult has joined the sword hanging overhead, already trampling on everyone's limits of patience.

Investigate? Is that even possible?

No way!

No chaos, no searches, no investigations allowed; otherwise, what if something truly is discovered? What if it actually exists?!

Everyone knows Central Earth is a powder keg, and everyone is aware of the undercurrents within Tower City, but at this crucial moment, who can shoulder lighting the keg?

As for the truth... does the truth even matter?

It really doesn't.

What matters is, no fighting should start, at least not now!

Therefore, the most important thing is to placate Ji Jue...

Thus, the pressure falls on Dugu Ming.

In the span of a single night, countless calls came through, some mild-mannered, others furious, some indirect, others outright cursing.

This is a fine mess you've created, Huan Yu Heavy Industry!

Back when you were calculating everything meticulously, you pushed Ji Jue forward like a sacrificial pawn, and now, it hasn't even been a night, and the backlash has come... still playing games?

Screwed up, idiot!

The final straw that broke him was a message conveyed by Fan Yun's secretary, brief and concise, just a casual remark from the General after a meal.

"Stop making a fuss."

Hence, Dugu Ming, who had been holding on until now, began to sweat!