Wealth God King Zhao Zihong and his partners silently gaped at the video playing in the great hall. Despite the size of the room, it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. The partners glanced at one another, confusion on every face.

“Who designed this project?” the Wealth God King asked.

A stocky, balding guy scrambled forward in a panic. “Boss, let me explain.”

“Explain? I told you to design a rule to block abilities. What exactly do you think you built?” Wealth God King snapped, pointing at the screen.

“Boss, let me argue—no, let me explain!” the balding man pleaded. “That rule is running perfectly. I swear it on whatever’s left of my hair! If you don’t believe me, check the backend yourself. I never anticipated something like this happening. There must be something wrong with that continent. Let me try restarting the rule. That might fix it.”

Frowning, the Wealth God King used his Divine Jurisdiction to pull up the backend data. After a careful review, he discovered that the backend was running exactly as the balding man had described. The ability-blocking rule had no flaws whatsoever. That left him puzzled. Was it really the continent? He decided to try to restart it.

On the continent, every surviving farm owner felt their abilities flood back in an instant. The neighbors whom Han Wu had tormented for over two weeks all seized this opportunity to take revenge. They had no idea why their powers had suddenly returned, but the reason mattered little. They weren’t about to waste this chance.

“Die, you little worm from Farm 444!”

“You scum from Farm 444! Take this!”

“You think you can send rats into my farm and walk away? You've got a death wish!”

Faced with the assault from every neighbor at once, the young and hot-blooded Han Wu could not hold back. He activated Omniversal, Demon King Transformation, Black Dragon King Transformation, the Great Dragon Ring, the Divine Weapon Atlas, a billion Small Locust Blades, the Giant Locust Blade with Ten Thousandfold activated, and even unleashed both Steelcutter and Heaven-Earth Severance.

In just three seconds, the raging neighbors were completely wiped from the continent. The rule reengaged, and every one of Han Wu's abilities was sealed again. He went back to tending his vegetable plots calmly once more.

The Wealth God King and his partners swallowed hard as they watched the video. In the mere three seconds it had taken to restart the rule, thirteen of Han Wu's neighbors had been wiped out.

“I told you my rule was working perfectly,” the balding man said defensively.

The partner standing next to him immediately grabbed him and clamped a hand over his mouth. “Can’t you read the room? Do you think the boss cares whether your rule has bugs? He cares about whether he can still win the wager.”

“I don't care if he wins or not as long as my rule has no bugs,” the balding man grumbled.

The uncertainty from earlier had dissipated the moment he had seen Han Wu’s true might. His formidable abilities had also clearly been suppressed the instant the rule came back online. The effect was undeniable. Pride warmed him at the thought that his design could block abilities on that scale. At this point, he would fight anyone who questioned his ability.

After a long silence, the Wealth God King let out a slow breath. The others in the room dared not comment, firmly keeping their eyes fixed on the video of Farm 444.

On-screen, Han Wu was buying up the surrounding farms at rock-bottom prices, dramatically increasing his landholdings. If he farmed honestly from here, there was a very good chance he could win. However, Han Wu didn’t want to bank on a mere chance, regardless of how good it was. He needed to win with absolute certainty.

With that thought, he took out the Fixed Gate and went to check on Farm 666 after the three-second restart. It seemed the owner of Farm 666 had replanted over the past two weeks, with a large portion of these once again being long-cycle crops—the biggest threat to Han Wu’s victory.

Staying true to himself, Han Wu looted what he could and destroyed what he couldn’t.

The newly planted Crystal Pear Trees were already fruiting, so he harvested them and felled the trees. He cut down the freshly planted Noble Bamboo to burn as firewood and ripped up the new tomato seedlings. There was even a watermelon patch, from which he harvested the ripe ones and smashed the unripe ones.

After wrecking the farm with his avatars, Han Wu heard the dog barking and made a swift exit before closing Fixed Gate behind him. The owner arrived with the fierce Wang Cai a mere thirty seconds later.

“Who are you to come and destroy my melons?” he roared when he saw the destruction. “Come out if you dare! When I find out who you are, I’ll kill you!”

The normally composed owner stood there and screamed for a solid half hour before he finally calmed down. Meanwhile, the culprit was back in his own farm, munching on a sweet slice of stolen watermelon and counting his profit. Han Wu just earned another 12,000 gold coins.

The Wealth God King and his partners watched this all unfold in silence.

“Is this cheating? It has to be cheating,” someone piped up.

“He's exploiting loopholes right in our faces. I demand his qualification be removed.”

“Yes, disqualify him, declare the wager a loss, and take his Divine Jurisdiction!”

Indignant protests arose one after another.

The Wealth God King raised one hand to quiet them. “What evidence do you have that he's cheating? He's still using abilities while the rule is running. That's his skill. You can't call someone a cheater just because they're playing better than everyone else.”

The room fell silent at his words.

“So what do we do, Boss?” someone eventually asked.

“Keep watching. Han Wu is clever, but the others aren’t fools either,” said the Wealth God King, gazing at Han Wu on screen with genuine interest.