Until even confirmations no longer need to be clicked.
When the first Spirit of Creation erged from the reflection of its nature and spiritual essence, the frenzy of production and replication began, at an astonishing speed.
And the productivity of Border Prison surged with the increasing supply of spiritual batteries!
Ji Jue watched with exuberance.
Who said the Illusion Dream wasn't good?
As long as there is faith, there's nothing you can't do, directly solving ninety-nine percent of problems; the rest just requires doubling the faith investnt to be completely resolved! In less than a month, even chanical ascension got resolved!
Moreover, to Ji Jue's surprise, he found... the faith gathered on himself started to grow more and more, faster and faster! Even without actively extracting, the efficiency kept increasing...
Every mont within Paradise, countless flashes floated and landed in his hands, until Ji Jue was almost numb to it, annoyed to the point where he just wanted to turn this special effect off.
In a closed system, no matter how 'heat' is dissipated, it ultimately returns to the whole, as does nature and spiritual essence. Every emotional fluctuation and change in nature represents 'work'.
Pile earth into mountains, gather sand into seas.
Everyone imrsed in Paradise not only serves as a spiritual battery but also becos a temporary follower of Ji Jue, constantly doing work with their emotions and consciousness operating twenty-four hours, the scattered nature slowly enriching the richness and details of Paradise.
At the sa ti, accelerating the circulation speed of spiritual essence within Paradise.
Just like a group of little hamsters frantically running on wheels for twenty-four hours... endlessly outputting power!
Even if this mixed nature and consciousness can't be used to strengthen oneself, what does a craftsman like Ji Jue need strengthening for?
He's not the Holy God and has no interest in other people's souls.
He only knows his perpetual motion machine is up and running, continuously producing faith, materials, and even power twenty-four hours a day...
"Heh heh, heh heh heh heh..."
At this mont, in the original second layer of Border Prison, endless darkness vanished, leaving behind rows of servers connecting to the third layer of Paradise.
Countless flashing lights illuminated Ji Jue's drooling appearance, rejoicing, "Croak, our Ashes' creation is boundless, boundless indeed!"
"You, you guy..."
Beside him, Wen Wen hugged her arms, shaking her head involuntarily with a silent sigh.
Although not interested in the so-called Paradise and Illusion Dream, she had to admit Ji Jue, despite his poor character and morals, indeed solved all the problems effortlessly.
Simultaneously providing the best outco for everyone.
Reliable yet bizarre.
Never disappoints.
It's just...
"It is clearly out of goodwill and compassion, why do you always have a sarcastic, indifferent attitude as if it doesn't concern you?"
Wen Wen laughed, teasingly jesting, "Could it be you're afraid of being seen as a good person?"
"Huh?"
Ji Jue looked confused, bemused, then nodded without thinking, "Ah, yes, yes, it's correct. That's how we craftsn are, finishing the task and leaving without a trace, hiding accomplishnts and nas, Wen!"
Wen might have misunderstood him, but it's okay, after all, his character is so upright and noble, re reputation is nothing to ntion!
No matter if his heart is good or bad, as long as it's executed well, it's fine!
Now watching his field of lush growth, Ji Jue suddenly felt energized.
Paradise is so good, shouldn't everyone hurry up and use it?
The more people go in, the more little hamsters there are, the faster the perpetual motion machine turns, the more resources and powers he can mobilize. Shouldn't he go for a major user expansion and precise delivery and acquisition?
"Just decided this way!"
Ji Jue decisively slapped his palm, making up his mind.
"Huh?"
Wen Wen stared at Ji Jue looking like he'd eaten the wrong thing, puzzled, "Decided on what?"
"Of course, it's expanding...ahem, rescuing the innocent!"
Ji Jue stood solemnly, speaking loudly, "Saving people from disaster, freeing the masses from plight! Just thinking about how many people are suffering in the Divine Country makes anxious, so anxious!"
Having said that, he waved his sleeve and walked out!
Gathering people, assembling teams, saving lives!
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From that day on, no one in Sky City had a peaceful sleep.
Within the scar, from ti to ti, the roar of a volcano would echo, accompanied by the spread of dark clouds. Tracks grew like living creatures on the ground, followed by a train car full of demons rushing out, darting into the Northern District, frantically capturing people, then returning fully loaded.
These dog things, after capturing people, neither slaughter nor burn, just send them to the factory to tighten screws... those who escape cry with snot and tears, waking every day to tighten screws, closing their eyes, only to continue tightening screws, but while tightening, people turn into machines.
It's practically a horror story!
So incredibly bizarre!
This sporadic activity of theirs really had absolutely no fixed pattern, sotis not once for several days, sotis five, six, seven, eight occurrences a day, the Angel Guard Corps continuously alard, on edge, tense.
Small-scale clashes and engagents continued to erupt, even large-scale legion sieges on Border Prison were not unheard of, yet that train made of Saints kept wailing, charging out relentlessly.
Co rain or shine!
Rain or knives falling from the sky still wouldn't stop it!
It went to the Northern District, then to the Western District, once even looping into the recently rebuilt Central City of the Eastern District, killing every priest and believer in Central Sanctuary, fully capturing them!
This infuriated the Pope, who issued an order, absolutely forbidding such rampancy from the heretics.
But yet...
Despite so many encounters, victories and defeats varied, even with entire trainloads of demons captured and the train itself destroyed, not a single living soul captured...
All were chanical, cut open to oozing gasoline, not a single living person!
Even so would feign death and self-destruct!
Who could bear this?
As ti went on, even the tireless Angel Legion couldn't help but start slacking, you tinker around outside, capture a few folks fine, just don't overdo it, making trouble for everyone.
Thus, similar severe incidents gradually decreased.
Until, during a routine observation in Heavenly Eye Hall, they noticed sothing was not quite right.
Hiss...
Look at this "scar" on the ground, is it moving?
Compared to half a month ago, it had moved hundreds of kiloters, quietly approached the edge of the Southern District under the cover of dark clouds and interference from many eerie regions.
If it tried hard enough, it could reach the doorstep of Central City by next month!
Heaven help us!
This bunch of dog things is changing hos!
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