Throughout history, the three major causes of reduced human life expectancy and population decline have been: war, famine, and plague.
I've seen the first two people since Wang Wen entered the checkpoint.
Now we've finally encountered the third one.
The famine killed so many people, and the corpses were left unattended, with even cannibalism occurring. This situation itself harbored enormous hidden dangers.
The situation might not have been so severe if the displaced people had simply dispersed.
Grain is now being distributed centrally from the four major water sources.
Large numbers of disaster victims gathered together.
After a day or two of fermentation, it finally erupted.
Wang Wen "flew" over a grain storage area to inspect it.
Every minute, every second, countless people are dying down there.
They fell down in rows, like solid door panels.
The scene was shocking, like a living hell.
Zhu Xingguo and the others watching were terrified.
Cheng Queyi couldn't bear it any longer and looked away, her voice trembling as she exclaimed, "How could this happen!"
Wang Wen shook her head. "The previous disaster was too severe. Many people even ate corpses, not to mention snakes, insects, and rodents. Small rats were caught and eaten directly without any processing. The hidden dangers were already sown, and now it just happens to have erupted."
That's what he said.
But a different thought lingered in my mind.
The so-called "coincidence" is just too much of a coincidence.
It happened at the perfect moment, just when we were ready to clear the level.
It was as if an invisible hand was preventing him from passing the level.
This strange feeling wasn't the first time it had occurred.
It's said that the World Tower doesn't welcome any Tower Climber, and being stopped is a normal occurrence.
I've never seen anything like this before, with the timing so precise and the shot so focused on.
That's so unreasonable!
Wang Wen pondered silently, listening to the others remarking things like, "When people are desperate, they're capable of anything."
He turned to Zhu Xingguo and asked, "Do you have any medicine among your skills?"
Without Wang Wen reminding him, Zhu Xingguo was already looking through [ Equal Exchange ]. He glanced at the skill list and replied, "There are only some common anti-inflammatory drugs, no antibiotics."
That brings us to this.
Zhu Xingguo glanced at the crowd below, then said to Wang Wen with a troubled expression, "Master, even with antibiotics, the number I can replicate each day isn't enough to save so many people, is it? The scale is too large—at least several million patients..."
Now that things have come to this...
In everyone's heart, there was actually a word that was lingering.
Get out of the tower!
As Zhu Xingguo said, this was too large in scale.
This is no longer something that can be solved by human effort.
Wang Wen stroked the Scepter.
He was calculating rapidly in his mind.
With his current power, if he were to forcibly cure all those infected with the plague by swearing an oath, the number would likely be terrifyingly large.
Based on the mortality rate, the cost of treating those infected individuals would be almost as high as snatching people from the jaws of death.
Even though most commoners are not physically strong and do not expend as much energy as the soldiers before them, at least one percent of them will still be affected.
One person is one percent.
A thousand people already exceed Wang Wen's current energy level.
Not to mention the millions of patients.
If one were to activate [ Unity with Heaven and Man ] to Devour Heaven and Earth and save people, based on the previous energy recovery speed of 6 minutes before breaking through the energy limit, it would take approximately 60,000 minutes to save one million patients.
Nearly 42 days!
After calculating this number, Wang Wen couldn't help but sigh to herself: Saving lives is much harder than killing them.
I've tried every possible solution at hand.
It seems there really is no solution.
Wang Wen silently watched the people dying below, and the relatives around them who had finally managed to get food but were still separated from their loved ones by death, prostrating themselves in grief and weeping.
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
If you can't complete the progress, you can simply leave the tower.
So.
Where are these people?
The medical system here is so backward that without outside help, it seems that only death awaits them.
Wang Wen frowned.
I looked up at the horizon.
If there truly is a giant hand that orchestrated all of this to stop itself, forcing millions of innocent lives to die without hope.
seem.
That giant hand was somewhat unforgivable.
Unbeknownst to her, Wang Wen had come to regard the local inhabitants of the tower world as life forms equivalent to herself.
It's as if we're looking down on the world's separations and deaths from God's perspective.
The seemingly insignificant "progress" touched a soft spot in my heart, transforming into strands of emotion called "pity."
At this very moment.
He let go of his obsession with clearing the level.
I simply wanted to do something for those poor lives below.
Wang Wen turned her head.
He looked at Mo Ran.
Mo Ran's heart skipped a beat.
Hesitantly, he asked, "What's wrong?"
Wang Wen said, "If I remember correctly, your special permission allows you to temporarily leave the tower once, right?"
Mo Ran nodded thoughtfully. "You want me... to leave the tower and find someone to help me?"
"Go find Old Chen, gather more people, and brainstorm ways to solve this large-scale plague." Wang Wen pointed to the people below and said firmly, "This time, we'll try to save these people, no matter how difficult it may be."
Those around were somewhat taken aback.
Zhu Xingguo, Cheng Queyi, and the thin little boy all looked at Wang Wen with concern.
Mo Ran pursed her lips and thought for a moment.
He nodded in agreement.
Wang Wen manipulated energy to place him on safe ground, watching him use his special permission to transform into white light and leave the tower.
He led everyone to "fly" above a remote, desolate area.
Suspended between heaven and earth, the [ Unity with Heaven and Man ] is initiated and an oath is made.
Wang Wen was unable to cure everyone in a short period of time.
But he could try to prolong everyone's illness and prevent them from dying so quickly.
then.
All life within the " Progress Kingdom " witnessed a colossal gray tornado that stretched from the heavens to the earth.
Even from a great distance, one cannot ignore that gray line soaring straight into the sky.
The newly appointed emperor, frowning as he stared at the memorials in the palace, hesitated whether to issue an order to seal off the city.
He knew that once this order was issued...
In those cities where the plague broke out, the people were left only to wait for death.
Given the current medical conditions, locking down a city is not about saving lives, but about letting the people perish along with the plague.
But what if it's not sealed off?
The panicked crowds will then spread the plague to an even wider area.
At that time.
The medicine was ineffective.
The only way for the world to return to normal is for all those infected to develop immunity.
Or they'll all die.
The young emperor was very distressed.
He never imagined that he would encounter such a troublesome problem so soon after taking the throne.
The middle-aged martial arts master, who was used to being by his side, comforted him, saying, "Your Majesty, perhaps we should consult with a wise person to see if there is a solution?"
The young man put down the memorial.
He gently rubbed his forehead.
He slowly walked outside the hall, looked at the distant sky, and sighed, "The great masters have helped our dynasty expand its territory several times over in a short period of time and solved the long-standing famine. They have already done enough. I really don't want to trouble them again with this epidemic."
The middle-aged martial arts master also sighed softly.
He didn't speak.
Quietly stay by the young person's side.
Silently gazing into the distance.
As I watched...
His gaze sharpened.
Looking towards a gray line rising abruptly from the sky and connecting heaven and earth, he asked in confusion, "Huh? What's that?"