Tonight, on the Tianbo, at a meeting convened by Mr. Chen from the Cliff City Wilderness, Mr. Ji from the Coastal Automobile Factory met with Mr. Ling, the representative from the Gray Port Wilderness. The two parties had a cordial and friendly discussion, exchanged opinions fully, candidly, and straightforwardly, and reached a comprehensive consensus.

Everyone raised their glasses in joy, and the meeting concluded amid harmonious and friendly applause.

It is indeed a cause for celebration, truly a cause for celebration!

According to the wilderness rules, under the witness of the chief's position, the outcome of life and death is decided, and even the White Deer reigns. If this matter were reported to the main council, when everyone spits on the corpse of Ling Zhou, they would have to praise him, saying he died well, died wonderfully, died like Tian Yuan called out!

At this point, the dust has settled, and there's no room for reversal.

Even if Ling Liu, the leader in Gray Port, were to rage, he probably couldn't utter a single word of dissent.

Sometimes, rules are just a paper, casually crumpled and embellished. But sometimes, rules are greater than the heavens, even touching them slightly can be deadly, especially in the wilderness, where there aren't many rules, only a few that can even barely fill a piece of paper, but behind every word is a mountain of corpses.

Unless Ling Liu went mad and ran to the main council to flip the table saying, 'Screw you, I'm going to start a new wilderness,' otherwise, he must take this loss, take it hard and heavily, and after taking it, turn Ling Zhou into dust, cursing it as a disgraceful mess.

In the short term, the Gray Port Wilderness probably won't dare to come near Cliff City; even if it happens, they'd have to tuck their tail between their legs when they do.

This gamble was won too beautifully, with no room for criticism.

Then, Chen Xingzhou very considerately provided Mr. Ji with a cleanup service, clearing everyone off the ship, not even allowing them to dock at the port—a small rowboat was sent directly into the sea with two paddles tossed in, row yourself back!

As for those who couldn't board and were left in Cliff City, they naturally wouldn't be homeless either.

Mr. Ji has a kind heart and can't see people suffer.

He grabbed them all at once and sent them into Workshop Zero.

Happens there's a bit of a production shortfall recently, how could such a good thing still exist in this world?

During the cleanup, the body found in the luxury cabin was also brought to Ji Jue.

Together with a broken balance scale.

"A blessed creation of the Ether Path? If it were complete, it would have been a fun thing."

Ji Jue weighed it twice and directly used a dissociation technique to turn it to dust, supplementing the progress of the Mechanical Descent: "Bro, is awesome."

[Is that even a question?]

The Ghost Workshop laughed heartily: [You're getting more and more spirited, I knew you were the right one when I saw you back then!]

A wave of mutual business flattery made everyone quite satisfied.

Since boarding the ship, the Ghost Workshop had long set up a temporary workshop, with almost everything on the ship under its surveillance. In stealth mode, not to mention Ling Zhou, even if Heavenly People came, they wouldn't see through it.

No, perhaps... the chief who wasn't even there sensed something, but even if they sensed it, they couldn't be bothered to expose it.

Why expose it?

If you're going to make a move, naturally, you must use all means. In this life-and-death struggle, it's all about the tactics. Today, even if Ling Zhou had cheated, as long as he could win, who would say anything?

As long as he isn't caught, it's not considered cheating!

If he can't catch the opponent, he deserves to die like a dog.

Moreover, Ji Jue had the Mechanical Descent active from the beginning to the end...

Under the disguise of the Ghost Workshop, the moment Ji Jue boarded, the entire Tianbo had already become his home turf!

Ling Zhou played around like a circus act for a long time, never realizing that Ji Jue had long since pressed all ALT+keypad buttons from the start.

The ship is my ship, the people are my people, and the judges are invited judges.

What do you have to fight me with?

Bonds and courage?!

As they say, a thief leaves empty-handed; and given this is the embers...

As a specialized tool for teachers in murder, arson, and raiding, it easily intervened secretly, disrupting old Ether, and then sat back to watch the show.

Bro, after all, was fair and didn't eat alone. As brothers, in his heart, just taking two blessings as an appearance fee, the rest was left to Ji Jue.

Fragmented souls dying in despair, remains perishing from the backlash of a curse of fate... Within Mutated Alchemy, the former is an excellent catalyst, and the latter is a valuable auxiliary material for ascending the furnace.

Moreover, recycled matrices can be used as separation fodder for the Mechanical Descent upgrade.

Truly, the Chosen One is a treasure trove!

Unfortunately, when Ling Zhou died, the White Deer was still in the live broadcast room, causing Ji Jue to feel uncomfortable grabbing all the underlings, so the blessings returned to the White Deer, only a corpse was left, a real loss.

However, considering the money made tonight...

Grit your teeth a little, adding some more money could directly set up a basic set of workshop equipment. Originally, there wasn't even a clue to the workshop, but now it's taking shape, isn't it?

Ji Jue leaned on the deck, blowing in the wind, humming songs and whistling, feeling quite overjoyed.

After all, murder and arson indeed bring fast money!

This should be taken advantage of to forge further, shouldn't it?

Footsteps echoed.

After the busy times, Chen Xingzhou saw off the invited witnesses, came over smoking a cigar: "Any plans for this ship?"

"I've got some ideas."

Ji Jue thought for a moment: "Those gambling tables inside are too obstructive, could you help dismantle them? Handle them any way you want."

"What a waste."

Chen Xingzhou shook his head, "Most of this ship lies in there."

Ji Jue was indifferent: "They are useless to me."

So, Chen Xingzhou nodded.

"Let's do it that way."

He initially thought about saying, if you aren't interested in these things, you could leave it to me to operate, providing you with fixed dividends every month without any effort on your part.

But now it seemed there was no need to waste his breath.

From the beginning, Ji Jue didn't care much for it.

Amidst the dim night, he sighed softly.

"Just right, I have shares in Yuantong Shipping, I've seen this ship's registration, it's only been afloat for three or four years, still quite new. You can attach it over there later; daily maintenance and fuel supplies can proceed at a cost price, as for personnel... forget it, I won't allocate personnel to you."

After all, everyone has been dealing with each other for so long, naturally aware of the absurdity of the Mechanical Descent—needless to say without people, as long as this broken ship has an engine, Ji Jue can drive it.

Cars drive cars, ships sail ships.

Drive yourself.

Why worry about it?

Chen Xingzhou sighed, shaking his head: "I thought I was coming today to support you in justice, but unexpectedly, justice was in your own hands, and you made a big show in front of the leader.

If there's anything you need help with, just say the word."

Ji Jue thought for a moment and nodded: "There is something, actually."

"..."

Chen Xingzhou was momentarily stunned, unanticipated: "Aren't you going to reconsider?"

Does my favor as the dragonhead hold so little value?

"Consider what?"

Ji Jue glanced back at him: "This is just the beginning, having just dealt with a bunch of petty troublemakers, hasn't anything been done yet?

Yubo got a beating in Spring City for half a day, don't you plan to stand up for your brother?"

"Hey!"

Chen Xingzhou laughed, grinning as he tossed the half-smoked cigar into the sea.

"Alright."

He said, "Count me in!"

After settling the matters at hand and those forthcoming, Chen Xingzhou left behind a group to tidy up before turning and leaving.

In the middle of the night, one convoy after another rolled into East Harbor, fully loaded with shipworkers and related personnel, getting straight to work.

Ji Jue didn't have to worry about a thing.

After briefly chatting with Ji Jue and confirming the requirements, the lead manager decisively nodded: "It's simple, it's not a major overhaul, the water, electricity, and lines don't need changing. This little task will be done for you in a week.

The renaming and registration will be handled on our end, but do you want to change the ship's name?"

"Hmm, let me think."

Ji Jue pondered for a moment, looking beside him into the void: "How about calling it Prosperity? For the Empire's registered name, call it TYET."

The manager was momentarily stunned, not knowing who Ji Jue was talking to.

But then suddenly felt the deck beneath his feet shake, and a low deep sound like a whale song came from beneath the layers of deck in the night.

So, it was decided.

Tyet, pronounced as Tiye.

It means prosperity or life, or there is another widely known name.

——The Knot of Isis.

"There's no need to flatter me like this, sir."

Isis' voice came from the headset: "Giving me a sudden new task and naming it after me doesn't make me joyful. It's like tricking a kid into writing their name on a new exercise book or carving a slave's name on shackles, only makes me more painfully aware of my miserable situation."

"How about calling it Ghostwork?" Ji Jue proposed.

Isis said nothing, only silently activating the missile launch radar underneath the automobile factory workshop, targeting 'Ghostwork', expressing her views in a simple and straightforward manner.

Ji Jue laughed.

Clearly, she cares a lot!

The distant and cold gaze fell into Ji Jue's hand. Brother Ball immediately vibrated twice, muttering 'troublesome lady', and rolled away from his grip.

Dealing with such a demand and cherishing it like this makes others seem like they're going to snatch it from you.

I'm going home for maintenance!

"How do you feel, sir?" Isis suddenly asked.

"How about what?"

Ji Jue asked, "What feeling?"

"At this moment, or rather, all that just happened."

Isis said: "To be honest, I prefer the way you are now."

"Why?" Ji Jue was puzzled.

"Not wavering for anything, not having expectations of things without value. Not hesitating because of emotions, nor having to pity those who are irrelevant.

Righteously moving towards the goal, achieving results by any means necessary..."

Isis said: "I think it's good, at least it's not hypocritical."

"Indeed."

Ji Jue nodded.

Which instead rendered Isis silent.

"Perhaps this is my true nature." Ji Jue smiled, self-mockingly sighed: "However, I like myself hypocritical better."

Isis remained silent for a long time, then told him: "Ultimately, you will give up."

"Perhaps."

Her master smiled, confidently said: "Perhaps a craftsman will detest disguise, or a monster might abandon hypocrisy, but Ji Jue won't."

Compassion or weakness, sometimes it can be meaningless.

But a person named Ji Jue exists because of it.

As long as that persistence remains for a day, Ji Jue won't turn back.

"The starlight is so beautiful, Isis."

He leaned against the railing, looking up, gazing at the firmament: "Tomorrow will surely be a sunny day."

In the workshop, Isis wordlessly looked up, gazing.

A mechanical arm slowly stretched out towards the window, where starlight flickered, and moonlight rained down in a touchless palm.

Indeed, it is beautiful.

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