"Would a world completely overtaken by malice still have things like airplanes?"
Yi Chen asked as he walked down the stairwell.
"That depends.
Indeed, in most worlds, order would completely collapse. Even if you skinned the entire world, you wouldn't find a single living person.
But there were also special cases. The world itself and the invading malice reached a delicate balance. Although destruction was inevitable in the end, the entire world still operated normally before that point.
The people living there survived, but the evil in their hearts was also drawn out.
Although they maintained the original order on the surface, everyone was secretly scheming against everyone else, yearning to commit crimes. It was even worse than worlds on the verge of extinction, constantly breeding more evil every moment.
In the eyes of the Calamities, this kind of world had even greater 'value.' It could be viewed as a cancer patient who had never died, constantly producing pus from within and nourishing the City of Evil.
It was precisely because there was still an apparently normal social structure, with a rich variety of human beings, that the Fourth Calamity had taken root here. Otherwise, he would have no 'food.'"
William seemed to have completely immersed himself in his role. As he explained, he picked his nose or rubbed grime from his armpits. Strangely, the smell emanating from his body consisted less of corpse stench and more of the natural odor of an overweight shut-in.
When the three of them walked out of the apartment building,
the bustling street before them looked much like an ordinary world. But after staying there a little longer, they could sense an inexplicable discordance.
Crack~
A crisp sound of joints echoed out. It was none other than Yi Chen.
He could see the evil