Chapter 1010 - 370: The Disappearance of Frontline Unwritten Rules, Let’s Build Our Own City!?

November 5, 2025.

Fang Qingyu, who disappeared from the Arctic Front for two months, has returned.

This is what people are saying.

Even though people didn’t actually see Fang Qingyu’s figure at the Arctic Front.

But a video.

Has already spread throughout the Federation’s circle of the Transcendent.

Even ordinary people with some tricks online can see it.

On the deck, the biting cold wind brushed over the skin.

Fang Qingyu stood at the edge of the ship’s side, behind him, countless shadows of people.

"Buzz..."

A slight sense of vibration came.

Fang Qingyu’s phone finally reconnected to the Arctic Front’s network after leaving the dome isolation of the City of Injustice.

The moment the signal was restored.

The flow of information rushed in like floodwaters bursting through a dam.

He tapped the screen.

"Explosion! Arctic miracle spotted! Stars falling from the sky!"

"Transcendents arriving? Confirmed video going viral across the net! Official silence!"

"In-depth analysis: ’Thunder God’ Fang Qingyu suspected to possess god-like power?"

"Ordinary people’s panic VS insiders’ numbness: Is the world changing?"

"Expert analysis: Probability of video effects is up to 99.9%, urges public to view rationally!"

Now whether in the Transcendent community.

Or among ordinary people.

A large portion of the trending lists are related to this video.

Videos shot by countless people, from various angles, with varying clarity.

Frantically replicating and spreading like a virus across every corner of the internet.

The footage is without exception.

Arctic’s dark night sky illuminated by endless starlight, countless stars like the wrath of gods descending, completely engulfing a colossal statue of blasphemy pieced together from countless twisted human bodies.

Below the video, the battlefield in the comment section was already in a heated frenzy.

"Damn! Is this freaking special effects? How much do you think this special effects company has to burn?!"

"Still being stubborn upstairs? Didn’t you see the official media collectively playing dead? If it were fake, refutations would’ve happened eight hundred times over!"

"So... we’ve been living in the Truman’s world? Transcendents are real? Gods are real too?!"

"Boo hoo, I’m scared... Is the world ending? Those monsters..."

"A worker’s life is also life, haven’t paid off the mortgage yet. Doesn’t matter if it’s Transcendent or not, boss still docked my full attendance today!"

This phenomenon signifies the divide of access between ordinary people and the Transcendent...

The Federation has begun gradually relaxing on the network.

And there’s no official figure coming out to refute or confirm this phenomenon.

In short, in the current reality of the Federation.

It’s divided into two groups of people.

One group, those paying more attention online, now has a belief in the existence of Transcendent phenomena, almost ten-to-one.

The other group, still busy with their lives.

They haven’t been affected in the least.

They’re still living as they should, as usual.

"Tsk, this ruckus..."

Chu Kuanglan, who had unknowingly walked up beside Fang Qingyu, leaned his burly body against the cold ship’s rail, his knotted muscles swelling the combat uniform.

A rare touch of sigh crossed that rugged face.

"Is the Federation about to overturn the table and lay their cards on the table?"

Fang Qingyu’s gaze moved from the screen, casting onto the icy sea water breaking at the bow, his voice calm and unruffled: "A blockade always has a time limit. When the reach exceeds a certain extent, when tens of thousands witness it firsthand, paper ultimately can’t contain fire."

"The Federation is now gradually increasing ordinary people’s acceptance levels."

"This era..."

Chu Kuanglan looked up, deeply inhaling the salty and icy Arctic air.

"When I was young, I heard the old man at home talking about how every so often over the years, the sky above us would crack a seam, dropping life-threatening things. But never thought that this era would catch our generation."

"Era?" Qi Hao, who had just walked up, happened to hear the last sentence, his mouth slightly twitching.

"No matter how you hear it, feels more fitting to call it doomsdays instead."

Chu Kuanglan rolled his eyes upon hearing this and said: "If it were doomsdays, do you think we could be here enjoying the sea breeze? It’s because with every descent, Human Race heroes come forth to sweep away those gods and Life Ghosts, hence it’s called an era."

Qi Hao pondered: "So there were tall ones holding on each time before?"

"There were before, now just hoping our directors and the old masters stand out."

Speaking of directors, Fang Qingyu suddenly grew curious.

What Chu Kuanglan referred to was naturally the current strongest in the Federation, the director of the Divine Management Bureau.

Except Fang Qingyu, whether in Capital City, or Abyss, or the Arctic Front.

Hasn’t seen this person’s figure.

Wondering where this director currently is??

Chu Kuanglan and the others, even Su Wanqing and Lin Yu who had just walked up.

Paused upon hearing the question.

Then they all shook their heads.

"The general director?" Chu Kuanglan scratched his head, also looking bewildered, "No idea, not to mention seeing him, when was the last time he publicly acted? Ten years ago? Or fifteen years ago? No one knows."

Fang Qingyu listened thoughtfully.

Then stopped speaking.

The huge ship broke through the ice.

The commotion on the deck gradually calmed down.

Only the deep rumble of the engine and the crunching sound of ice being crushed remained.

However.

This brief calm of the voyage.

Was broken by an unexpected news the next morning.

The headline news in the Arctic APP.

"[Arctic Front Emergency Battle Report]: Federation time, November 6 at 3:17AM, the Life Ghost Tide, codenamed Ice Claw, erupted about one hundred and twenty kilometers west of the Arctic Great Wall Defense Line, Raging Wave Fortress area. Intensity evaluation: A level (High risk). A total of four thousand three hundred and twenty-one warriors from the stationed Frost Wolf Corps 3rd Mobile Brigade, 7th Defense Regiment, and affiliated support units lost contact with the command post for over twelve hours standard critical value during execution of blockade and delay tasks. Confirmed by high-altitude reconnaissance and wave residual analysis..."