If these people had always been small leaders in the shelter, with only a few hundred people under their control, they would not be blinded by greed and would only think about surviving together. But if the number of people under their control increased, even to the point where millions of people had to rely on Doomsday City... people would completely change.

They can't help but think... since they are already the heroes who built the city and have such great power and such a high reputation, why can't they go a little further?

They also have relatives, and some have children. In such a precarious world... they really want to consider the next generation and are unwilling to give up the resources and status they hold tightly in their hands.

There had been a lot of intrigue among the top brass of Doomsday City over the past 10 years. Rong Yuan even married and established a family, and had a bunch of illegitimate children with his friends from the Century Disaster period. He was busy fighting for power and wanted to turn the Second Legion into his family's private army.

In order to check and balance him, Tretia formed an alliance with the surrounding cities of Hope, Antofa, and Beatrice, and brought out a bunch of puppets of the Alliance to compete with his relatives and officers. Even Xia Sheng, who did not care about power, was implicated and forced to help her Alliance increase its voice.

Marcia, a former key member of Fenghuo, was unwilling to be lonely, so she took the initiative to join the Inquisition, using Sen's protection to expel dissidents on the grounds of judging heresy.

As soon as Akto disappeared, these people were like they had lost their backbone, and no one could suppress anyone else. Doomsday City successively established organizations such as the Federal Parliament, the Core Committee, the Alliance, and the Inquisition. There were thirteen great commanders, forty-seven minor commanders, three marshals, and three legions, which made the division of power a mess.

These people have never made any mistakes in principle, but various power-related disasters have emerged one after another, and they have even cultivated their own direct lineage.

Looking at the banquet hall that seemed calm but was actually in turmoil, Su Mingan sighed.

"Welcome back, Lord Akto."

"City Lord, where have you been for the past 10 years? We have been missing you..."

"Total war has begun, City Lord, are you interested in visiting the Third Legion? Legion Commander Calment has always regarded you as a teacher in the field of mechanics, and he has a gift for you."

The people around him greeted him with shy smiles, almost fawningly. Even Anjie, an acquaintance who took the initiative to greet him, had a look of awe and alienation on her face. She no longer dared to pat him on the shoulder and chat and laugh with him like she did 10 years ago.

In Su Mingan's eyes, this elegant, luxurious banquet full of whispers was not even as good as the cold winter 10 years ago when the Fenghuo members gathered around the fire to drink sweet potato porridge for warmth and shivered in the cold night.

For the first time, he felt that time was such a magical thing.

[It can make a person become like another person, and make a city become a mess. ]

…

In a remote tea room, Rongyuan helped a white-haired young man straighten out the last wrinkles of his Hanfu.

"Peg, remember, you must do your best to please the city lord later." Rongyuan said.

"I understand." said the young man.

"Akto and Linguang were so close in the past. Who knows if Akto will keep his original intention after 10 years... But it doesn't matter. Whether he keeps his original intention or not, he is the city lord. As soon as he opens his mouth, we can have all the glory. Only by holding on to his thigh can we continue to be rich and prosperous." Rongyuan patted the young man's shoulder:

"I asked a lot of people, and they said that Akto likes young people with white hair. If you try to please him, maybe he can give you an official position."

This white-haired young man is called Peg, he is his nephew and can help him win over the city lord.

Peg walked out of the tea room, his slightly long hair hanging down to his ears, his eyes as light as snow. The black and white Chinese clothing on his body was particularly eye-catching in the banquet hall.

The deputy mayor of Antofa City, who was discussing the issue of sending troops with Su Mingan, noticed the change in Su Mingan's eyes.

The deputy mayor of Antofa City turned his head and looked at the white-haired young man approaching, as if he realized an additional way to approach the mayor.

...By the way, why didn’t he think of sending white hair to the city lord?

“Huh?” In the corner, Yuna, a player with blue hair, saw the white-haired young man walking over and asked in astonishment, “Is that Lu Shu?”

Next to her, her teammate Jin Chendong narrowed his eyes:

"No, he's just an NPC who looks like him. He's probably some great commander who put him up to please Su Mingan."

Jin Chendong shook his head: "If this continues, I guess someone will pretend to be Yueyue, or pretend to be Nuoer, or even pretend to be Xixi Naraku... These people will do anything to fight for power and profit."

"Why do I feel that Su Ming'an is like a newly ascended emperor, and these treacherous ministers are frantically filling his harem with concubines..." Player Mirala said sharply.

Player Gu Kai said: "White and tender, how old is he now?"

Everyone looked at Gu Kai, and Gu Kai shut up.

"I just listened to Su Ming'an's response to the deputy city lord of Antofa City's request to send troops. Su Ming'an had a lot to say." Jin Chendong sighed: "It seems that the Ninth World has given him a lot of help - the top players now know how to play politics."

After hearing Jin Chendong's words, several people's eyes changed slightly.

The top player is actually playing tricks...

"It is said that those who complete all the levels perfectly can make a wish..." Yuna lowered her head and twirled her blue hair with her fingers.

"Our team is quite strong now, so it's time to consider choosing a team. If we choose the right team, maybe after the World Game is over, we can become a commander-in-chief like those people in Beacon Shelter." Jin Chendong said, "Edward will definitely lose, and Mizushima Kawai's condition will probably not last long. If we can help Su Mingan..."

In another corner, Yueyue, wearing a red rose evening dress, lowered her eyes and sighed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Lu asked her in a low voice.

"Look at him..." Yueyue looked at the young man in the center of the banquet hall who was dealing with all the guests with ease: "Compared to when I met him in the fifth world, he has really changed a lot."

She bit her lip.

She recalled the screen recording she had seen, at the end of the fifth world, at the human self-rescue meeting, the clone Ming made a generous speech...

Su Mingan now is very much like Ming back then.

"Is he... becoming more and more like Ming?" she said.

Moreover, the situation he faces...seems to be becoming more and more similar to that of Akto himself.