At that thought, Lan Qingyou immediately rushed into the storage room and performed an identification on the treasure chests.
To her disappointment, the chests had already turned into ordinary boxes, no longer possessing any "storage attributes."
"Why didn't I think to study these Shackle Chests earlier?"
Lan Qingyou murmured as she touched the stacked chests.
The texture of the wood beneath her hand made her feel as though she had just missed out on a fortune.
It was... heartbreaking.
After all, these were items capable of storing things, and they possessed some kind of "stasis" effect, likely related to time or space magic.
Most importantly, they were E-rank items that were everywhere. Breaking a few for research wouldn't have been a loss.
"Sigh..."
Lan Qingyou let out a long sigh, looking at the now-ordinary wooden boxes with a complicated expression.
She wasn't even sure if she could have successfully researched something involving time or space magic.
But the fact that she hadn't even tried was enough to make her feel a twinge of regret.
Furthermore, her month's worth of backup food and herbs were stored inside.
That made the loss even more painful.
The food was manageable, as some of it could still be stored for a while, but the herbs were a different story.
Some needed to be dried and would have to be taken out for processing the next day.
The thought of manually processing dozens of pounds of herbs made Lan Qingyou's scalp tingle.
Forget it, she would just have to dedicate an entire day to it.
At the same time, she needed to have Shang Chuan prepare a new batch of herbs.
The world consciousness had stated that mana turbulence and mana tides would occur once every month from now on.
Preparing more potions was certainly not a bad idea.
As for the district merger... the only relevant thing Lan Qingyou could think of was that the terrain had expanded significantly, meaning she could find a wider variety of medicinal ingredients.
Otherwise, aside from an increased customer base, it didn't seem to have much to do with her.
Once the Magic Broom finished cleaning the first floor and moved to the second, Lan Qingyou slowly walked over to her magic desk and sent a message to Shang Chuan.
Lan Qingyou: "I need more herbs."
Shang Chuan: "Anything specific?"
Lan Qingyou: "Not yet. I'll give you the specifics later. For now, prepare a batch of the herbs needed for E-rank health and mana potions. I'll brew them during next week's mana turbulence."
Shang Chuan: "I'll get a hundred pounds ready for you then. Still want them processed?"
Lan Qingyou: "Yes. Cleaned and slightly dried, with minimal moisture."
Shang Chuan: "Understood."
As the conversation ended, Lan Qingyou was about to close the chat window when Shang Chuan suddenly sent another message.
Shang Chuan: "Take a look at the World Channel. Something interesting seems to be happening."
Hmm?
Lan Qingyou frowned slightly.
What kind of place was the World Channel?
It was a cesspool where anyone could speak without restriction!
Trying to find useful information in a place like that was no different from sifting for gold in a pile of sludge.
However, if Shang Chuan called it "interesting," it must be something worth seeing. She immediately switched to the World Channel.
There, she saw a massive group of people spamming the chat.
Admel, Salvador, Reed, Piamon, Shigeki Morikawa, Gersons, Chu Yuan, Isabel, Gu Anran, and many others...
A large group of people were all posting the same message.
Lan Qingyou didn't recognize some of them, but others were names that carried significant weight.
Among those she recognized, most were prominent figures from the former Federation.
They were celebrities, educators, council members, and even major internet influencers.
【Through negotiation, we hereby officially announce the formation of the Kalim Supreme Council. We ask all soldiers and employees of the former Blue Star Federation to remain at their posts in their respective areas, protect themselves, and provide as much assistance as possible to Federation citizens in need.】
The Kalim Supreme Council?
Seeing the spammed message, Lan Qingyou’s face twisted into an expression of pure, unadulterated confusion and distaste.
Really?
You've all transmigrated to another world, and you're still trying to pull this kind of stunt?
She scratched her temple with her index finger, her expression gradually relaxing as she processed the situation.
Since everyone had been suddenly transported here, it was natural that all sorts of people would be included.
After a month of relative silence, whether out of a desire to unite people or a simple thirst for power, those who wanted to reclaim authority—the ambitious ones—would naturally start networking again.
And they were doing it under the banner of the former Federation's righteousness.
You could say the news was useful—the Kalim Supreme Council had been formed—but for now, it was just a loose association.
You could say the news was useless, but the formation of the Council brought a slight scent of returning civilization.
It was... quite speechless.
Lan Qingyou didn't intend to offer any opinion on the matter.
After all, she had been cast out of a Federation hospital. To put it bluntly, she had long since been stripped of her status as a citizen. The so-called former Federation had nothing to do with a "dead person" like her.
In fact, broadening the scope, one could say it had nothing to do with the entire District 666.
You couldn't exactly expect a bunch of Federation criminals to contribute anything to the Federation.
It would be a miracle if these thugs managed to restrain themselves from mocking the Kalim Supreme Council.
Of course, that was impossible.
After seeing such a massive joke, Lan Qingyou immediately switched back to the Area Channel.
Sure enough, she saw a bunch of people being cold and cynical.
"The Kalim Supreme Council? Oh, I'm so scared!"
"Right? What if they come and lock us up again?"
"I'm so worried I've pulled out two hairs already."
"Haha! I was in prison before, and the entire prison got teleported straight to the Abandoned Beach."
"Suddenly, it makes sense why we were sent to this 'Abandoned Land.'"
"Isn't this fine? We don't bother them, and they don't bother us."
"Alright, alright, that's enough talk. It's not like they can actually make it to our Abandoned Land anyway, right?"
"Exactly. What's the point of posting here? Go post on the World Channel and see if you can catch the Supreme Council's attention."
"They probably wouldn't care. You can't expect those high-and-mighty councilors to look at you criminals as equals."
"I don't care about the rest, but if they try to control me again, it’s not like the weapon in my hand is just for show."
"Yeah! We transmigrated—if we're still going to be bossed around, didn't we transmigrate for nothing?"
"It's pretty clear now that most people in our Abandoned Land are those who yearn for freedom. Why don't we form a similar organization to manage ourselves?"
"Makes sense. No matter how chaotic a place is, it eventually settles down."
"An organization? What organization? Do you think you're fit to lead me, or that I'm fit to lead you?"
"I think you just want power."
"Boda, don't think I don't know what you're plotting. I'm certainly not joining whatever organization you're talking about."
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