Let the World Move Itself!

Fifteen years later.

The Hall of Misery was bitterly cold, wreathed in a layer of gloomy icy vapor.

On a pillar-shaped ice platform, Goddess Hela was dissecting a dead man with a black bone knife the length of her forearm.

Miss Sloth wore the Death Note slung diagonally across her body and reported, "Lady Goddess, the number of deaths this month is still continuing to fall... So far there have only been thirteen. Of those thirteen, eight died because they encountered sudden turbulence impacts while on patrol, and five died of natural causes."

"The reason."

Miss Sloth explained, "First, the Nursing Home and Medical College in the [Traveler] world have gradually improved."

"Second, very few people knew how to use the large amount of supplies provided by the Yao Clan Civilization before, but recently, Yao Clan professionals from various fields—including Physicians, Scholars, Engineers, Farmers, and soldiers—have been entering one after another. Some of them have adapted to the Border Zone's environment, and have now gradually recovered from their sickbeds. The improvement they've brought to the entire world has been immediate... The death rate has dropped sharply."

The key was still that special item.

The signpost of [Road Goddess's Crossroads] had been permitted by the Goddess to be fixed in a side hall of Eiludnir Palace.

From then on, the Yao Clan Civilization, far away in the Leap Zone and elsewhere, could transport supplies and send people over at any time, ensuring this world had sufficient provisions and strength in the Border Zone.

Even with the aid of this astonishing Mythical Item, it remained extremely risky for living beings to cross from the Leap Zone into the Border Zone.

The rules in the Border Zone changed frequently. Non-local races would inevitably suffer severe damage and rule distortion as soon as they