One day later.
Star Fall World, New Cassini.
Wei Shan hovered high in the sky, overlooking the ruined city below.
This city is one of the more densely populated areas he has found while exploring the Small World.
But the entire city is built upon ruins.
The reason is not difficult to understand.
While researching information about Star Fall World, he learned that this city had been invaded by external forces in the past.
Subsequently, the Virtual Rune Legion, which mastered the Dinsion Upgrade Rule, repelled the invading forces.
Wei Shan dove towards the city below, deciding to make it the first test target.
...
The night shrouded the city.
The End of Dharma Clan invasion event six months ago turned "New Cassini" into rubble.
The entire city was enveloped in a veil of despair.
Everyone thought this cataclysmic invasion would completely destroy the civilization they had created.
But they didn’t expect a divine weapon to descend from the heavens, an unknown force suddenly appearing to completely drive out the invincible alien presence from their holand.
However, the tears opened by the invasion still spread through the city’s fabric.
The energy delivery pipelines that once connected east and west have now beco a natural barrier dividing the districts.
The northern district still has half of a city do ant to repel foreign enemies, with damage not particularly severe, while the southern district has completely beco ruins and slums, with gang forces breeding among the broken walls and ruins.
The once-efficiently-functioning aerial transport network has also completely crashed.
Countless civilian Flying Devices are piled into tal mountains within the city.
The collapse of the rule of law endures far longer than the impacts of the End of Dharma Clan invasion.
Law enforcent system databases were destroyed during the invasion, and the codes that once constrained behavior are scoffed at.
Now, the division of territories is represented not by administrative maps but by flags planted in the ruins after gang conflicts.
The Blood Color Wolf Head flag of the Wild Wolf Gang fluttered in the central plaza area, while the chanical claw emblem of the Iron Hand Gang was nailed on the ruins of the energy station... resource competition remains the city’s main the.
Factories for Water Purification, combat chs, technical engineers, food production bases... those who can control these resources possess the power of life and death.
Now the city’s various areas are divided by different gangs, and residents within the city must pay a fee even for simple movent.
The bodies of resisters hung atop different streets’ warning lights, swaying in the wind, becoming a mark more striking than any road sign.
The remaining residents are like insects parasitizing the city’s ruins, cultivating twisted survival wisdom in a chaotic environnt.
They have learned to identify gang symbols amid gunfire and understand how to trade using their bodies for temporary safety.
Public facilities that once symbolized civilization have also been converted into black market Trading Markets.
Hospitals have been transford into illegal weapon modification workshops.
The bell tower, which could overlook the entire city, has now beco a neutral ground for negotiations between the major gangs.
The rain mixed with sewage washes over this city’s wounds but cannot erase the despair perating the air.
New Cassini is no longer one of the world’s transportation hubs; it’s more like a wound slowly rotting away.
Proving how civilization twists and grows over ruins after order collapses.
At this mont, the clock tower at the center of the city.
The rusty hands are stuck at 3:17 AM.
The leaders of the Eight Great Gangs occupying New Cassini sit around the forr astronomical observatory, negotiating territory division.
The do glass shattered during the End of Dharma Clan invasion, now patched together with transparent industrial plastic sheets; rain hamring upon them made a crackling sound, blended with sporadic gunfire from the distant slums, composing the backdrop noise for this negotiation.
The leader of the Iron Hand Gang took a deep breath and slamd his chanical prosthetic heavily onto the desktop, the impact causing the oil lamp atop the desk to flicker, and under the dim light, he grinned, revealing a neck crafted from tal:
"I only have one request, the purified water station in the East District must belong to us."
His voice, processed through the throat speaker, carried a current buzz:
"Last month the engineer who repaired the water pump was from the Iron Hand Gang, do you all plan to reap without sowing?"
The opposite Wild Wolf Gang leader licked the Scar left at the corner of his mouth from a brawl, showing his yellowed teeth, with two shirtless strong n standing behind him, fluorescent wolf heads tattooed on their skin:
"Recently, an outside gang strongly intruded; don’t forget who defended the eastern water purification pipes."
Saying this, he spat a mouthful of saliva onto the bullet-riddled floor:
"Speaking of contribution, our Wild Wolf Gang must also have a share in this Purification factory."
At this mont, a light sound of gears turning ca from the shadows in the southeast corner, and the leader of the Gear Gang who had converted most of his body into machinery sat up, erging from the shadows to reveal his facial contour:
"Regardless of what you all have done, the Purification factory must have a share for our Gear Gang too, there are only so many purified water factories in the entire city, if you all occupy them, what will we drink?"
Regarding the allocation of the purified water factory, none of the Eight Great Gangs backed down.
In the heavy rain outside the clock tower, the flags of each gang swayed violently over the ruins, seemingly cheering for the imminent conflict.
The night in New Cassini is about to comnce in a bloody carnival.
Just as the leaders of the major gangs were about to draw weapons and act, they suddenly heard the sound of water droplets.
The sound was faint, yet it rang clearly in their ears.
Gradually, the sound of water droplets grew heavier.
It was like the saliva of so creature dropping onto tal surfaces, viscous, slow.
The Iron Hand Gang leader’s chanical prosthetic suddenly twitched, and the hydraulic pipes emitted an unnatural creaking sound.
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