This World Is Seriously Ill

Ah, won't you please tell me

Why do people hurt and fight each other?

Oh, flower blooming with dignity, What do you see from there?

Why can't people forgive each other?

After the rain passed, summer turned blue.

Becoming one.

These words, meant to soothe the soul, sounded sorrowful and angry coming from "Eve."

The Seven Deadly Sins had already taken root and spread throughout the human world, yet they still showed no remorse.

These disgusting maggots filled the living space, corroding the entire land!

I do not recognize them as kin!

I will not allow the world to remain this filthy!

The old civilization has rotted!

Let the song of despair bestow upon you the true Apocalypse!

In an instant, a sharp, piercing sound, almost tearing at the eardrums, pierced the soul!

Dense clusters of purplish-red crystals erupted from the ground like an ancient forest.

Immediately, the surrounding buildings collapsed, and the entire large island was transformed into a royal palace reshaped by the purplish-red virus crystals!

However, due to the prior injection of the vaccine, the purplish-red crystals shattered and vanished upon contact with the "Holy Trinity" followers.

The spreading hymn seemed to cleanse their souls, a strange sense of power surging through their bodies.

Eden! The gates of Eden have opened for us!

Fervor and joy forged the followers' faith into an unbreakable will.

Kendo Shuichiro gazed at the young man's reflection on the purple crystal, then felt the power to return to the peak of his life from his tightly clenched arms.

A twisted smile bloomed freely on this newborn face.

The T-Virus acts on the flesh, causing DNA to split and recombine, constantly evolving.

The Apocalypse Virus can materialize the mind and then shatter the fragile shell along with it.

The strength of the mind and body always have an intricate connection.

Furthermore, based on the research process of the Void Genome, the two viruses seem to have a unique compatibility.

So, if the T-Virus is used to temper the flesh, and the Apocalypse Virus is used to reshape the soul, with the T-Virus antibody and the Apocalypse Virus vaccine acting as a bridge in between.

Can they coexist harmoniously through mutual interaction?

It seems he succeeded!

But for the innocent residents of Toko City, they were merely flesh and blood materials used to build the stairs.

Amidst the screams and wails...

Judgment has arrived!

Fear has arrived!

At the same time, Dayart cast a playful gaze towards the white-haired figure landing on the east side of the large island, gently plucking a bowstring with his right hand.

I didn't expect such powerful warriors to have already emerged in this era.

Interesting... interesting...

ps: Dungeon difficulty is increasing.

Speaking of the plot connection between "Guilty Crown" and "Ru Yao Apocalypse," what do you think? It shouldn't feel too jarring, right?

Also, I feel like I have a bit of a religious leader vibe in my writing.

Section 66: Chapter Sixty-Three: Hero's Treatment

County of Surrey, Crawford Manor.

After half a month of intensive training, the BSAA's field team finally welcomed a brief period of leave and revelry.

Countess Lara, to reward these unlucky souls who cleaned stables day in and day out, generously provided the venue and drinks.

Kevin, under the malicious persuasion of his teammates, became a bit tipsy.

With a dazed expression, the Commander pulled out the safe from his bedroom and opened it in front of everyone.

The "surprises" originally scheduled for distribution tomorrow were handed out one by one to the official team members.

"Your household registration, property deeds, medical insurance, social security – I've sorted it all out!"

"From tonight onwards, you all belong to an organization!"

Faced with this sudden surprise, the team was shocked, and then suddenly felt that the past half month of torment had a bittersweet aftertaste.

Professions like mercenaries, soldiers, and police officers who wield armed power may seem glamorous on the surface.

However, he who wishes to wear the crown must bear its weight.

Weapons can become a source of pride, or they can plunge them into an abyss of no return.

But this young yet cunning guy before them not only led them out of the hellish Hive but also allowed these stray dogs to live like human beings.

"Captain, from now on, whatever you say goes!"

"Right! Whether it's helping hold down Instructor Alice's hands and feet..."

"Or stealing Countess Lara's underwear..."

"Or tying up Jill and sending her to your room..."

"We can help!"

James, Leon, Barry, and Kaplan, along with other men with slurred speech, egged him on, arm in arm.

Such suicidal remarks were essentially equivalent to pre-ordering a hot-selling urn for tomorrow.

The female team members were equally excited, and even Jill, who was caught up in it, tacitly allowed their antics.

However, the tipsy Kevin, looking at the almost worshipful trust in everyone's eyes, patted them on the head and laughed.

"Get lost! Are you tired of living?"

"With so many connections, you need to live even better!"

"I don't want to die with you guys!"

This kindness was not about hoping his companions would sacrifice themselves unconditionally for him.

The heroes behind the scenes deserved all of this; they should be happier and more fulfilled than anyone else.

In Kevin's mind, this was what he called fairness!

"Oh, right, as thanks for letting me stay at your place before, I have an extra surprise here!"

"So, let's go..."

The tipsy Kevin slapped his forehead, as if remembering something, and dragged the nervous and curious policewoman, staggering towards Lara's stables.

To Jill's exasperated yet amused expression, Kevin, almost "crawling," mounted a spirited and majestic warhorse with a gleaming coat.

"Get down quickly! This is what Lara treasures most besides her antiques. If she finds out, she'll kill you!"

Although Jill's face showed mock scolding, her actions were busy destroying Kevin's footprints and other evidence, and she was also preparing to knock out a few unlucky servants.

The Commander, reeking of alcohol, urged the warhorse, broke through the fence, and leaned over to scoop up Jill by the waist, pulling her onto the horse.

"Stop the nonsense, hold on tight!"

"Destination: Surrey County Crossroad Bar! Let's go!"

Kevin adjusted Jill's sitting posture in front of him, handed her the reins, and then slapped the horse's hindquarters hard.

The magnificent black warhorse neighed and reared up amidst the policewoman's startled cries.

The whistling wind and the receding scenery under the lights made Jill a little flustered, as she had never been so close to such a creature.

"Don't panic! What are you afraid of? I'm here! Now, learn to master the essentials!"

"Keep your ears, shoulders, hips, and heels in the same vertical line..."

"Keep your head and spine naturally straight, relax your shoulders..."

"Don't be so stiff, let your body sway with the horse's gait..."

However, the slightly tipsy Kevin, at this moment, locked his hands around the policewoman's waist and abdomen, helping her stabilize her posture.

His hot breath from his lips and teeth occasionally brushed against Jill's ear as he instructed and reminded her.

Subconscious trust made Jill completely obey the commands of the drunken man behind her, her body tensing nervously as she gradually grasped the essential points of riding.

After nearly half an hour of constant adaptation, the policewoman quickly completed the beginner's training.

Vaguely, the current scene perfectly overlapped with her past fantasies.

When the surrounding lights suddenly brightened, Jill realized she had arrived near the Crossroad Bar.

The half-hour journey seemed too short, and the thrilling and exciting ride left a lingering impression, making Jill reluctant to let go of the reins.

Kevin, his body feeling a bit weak, was practically leaning against the female officer. Their whispered conversation, like sharing secrets, was laced with a smug tone.

"I heard from Leon and the others that you've always wanted to experience the grandeur of a Texas Ranger, right?"

"Your birthday is also coming up soon, so I figured I should prepare a truly meaningful gift."

"So, a couple of days ago, I made a bet with Countess Lara and won a horse. She's not short on money anyway, so it was no big deal to take it from her."

"I had Leon and the others subtly ask about its coat color and build. It should meet your expectations, shouldn't it?"

Still buzzing from the thrill of galloping on horseback, Jill was a bit stunned by what Kevin was saying.

A proud flush spread across the Commander's flushed face.

"That means, from now on, this horse is yours, Miss Jill!"

"Are you ready to set off from here? My female ranger?"

"Giddy up!"

Crack!

The sharp sound made Jill stiffen. Some drunken idiot had just slapped her firm backside with a flick of his wrist.

The female officer bit her lower lip, her intense humiliation melting into helplessness when faced with the drunken fool behind her.

That brat, daring to tease a police officer! I'll settle this with you later! Jill angrily noted down her grievance and urged her warhorse forward, heading back to Crawford Manor.

Along the way, the Commander, who had been shouting loudly earlier, seemed like a dead fish due to exhaustion, pressed tightly against the female officer's back.

As his drunkenness deepened, Kevin, resting his head on Jill's shoulder, wriggled restlessly from side to side, like a caterpillar searching for a place to rest.

Hiss! Jill gritted her teeth, letting out a cold gasp, feeling an urge to slap the man to death.

The most infuriating thing was that, in his drunken state and with a dry mouth, the scoundrel had opened his mouth and latched onto her earlobe.