Shen Ye knelt on the trial stage, and the arbitrator read out the charges: "The brand awakening is abnormal, and it is suspected to be a taboo template." The audience threw rotten fish heads and called him a disaster. The night he woke up three years ago, his mother's boat crashed and everyone died; a year ago, when he edited for the first time, his adoptive father bled from all his orifices. Today, my sister Shen Tang stood in the witness box and accused him of "deliberately using forbidden power." Shen Ye smiled. He bit his finger and wrote the second entry in the void - [Compilation·Storm]. The price came instantly: the little finger of my sister's left hand was broken out of thin air, and blood spurted out. The whole place was dead silent. The arbitrator's pupils were shaking: "Are you crazy?!" "I'm not crazy." Shen Ye stared at Shen Tang, "I just want to prove that every time you judge me, you will see the price with your own eyes. From today on, whoever dares to judge me again, I will let the archipelago know what a real disaster star is." The sea surface began to surge, and the neon lighthouse flashed a warning. The fleet of the United Trade Guild was approaching, and behind Shen Ye, the handymen, pirates, and aberrations who had been abandoned by everyone stood up one after another.
