Kusaa
The next day, a heavy atmosphere hung over the throne room of the Divine Tower.
Luo Zhen, Mashu, Anna, and Merlin stood inside the throne room, all of them frowning deeply.
Gilgamesh was likewise seated on the Throne of Heroes, arms crossed and looking displeased.
Siduri, meanwhile, held a clay tablet and was giving her report.
"...Those are the findings from this morning's tally."
Siduri spoke with an indescribable look of grief.
Everyone fell silent at once.
Including Luo Zhen.
Luo Zhen silently observed the current state of Uruk through the abilities of Insightful Eye and Mind's Eye.
According to the observations of Insightful Eye and Mind's Eye, Uruk was far livelier than before, brimming with vitality everywhere.
This proved that the one hundred thousand humans who had been rescued earlier had all begun settling in and were gradually integrating into Uruk.
With so many laborers joining them, it was only natural that Uruk would become incredibly bustling.
However, who could have known that beneath this lively scene, danger lurked everywhere?
At the very least, Luo Zhen could sense that within the increasingly bustling Uruk, the miasma that had begun spreading yesterday had grown more than ten times denser.
As a result, the dead spirits active in the shadows and underground seemed to have multiplied as well, making Uruk seem as though it had become two separate realms of light and darkness—the vibrant city above and the gloomy, perilous hell below, a sight that sent chills through anyone who saw it.
Gilgamesh voiced his extreme displeasure over this.
"Just one night, and a full one hundred and thirteen people withered away and died. They're becoming quite brazen, aren't they?"
Gilgamesh spoke those words.
Yes.
Last night, a full one hundred and thirteen people had suddenly withered away and died,