For a normal Tower Climber, the creatures inside the tower fall into only two categories: those with progress and those without.
This kind of attitude towards numbers means there will be no extra emotional fluctuations.
It's like playing a game where you fight monsters and level up; you feel no pity for those monsters that are destined to die by your blade and represent experience.
No matter how many die, the word "innocent" will never be used.
Before that.
Wang Wen is also a normal Tower Climber, and she views the creatures inside the tower in the same way.
There is no pity, and there is no sense of innocence.
Do whatever is convenient for customs clearance.
Even if some extra work was done, it was simply to test certain projects or rules.
He even achieved the state of " Unity with Heaven and Man," Devour Heaven and Earth and earth and emptying an entire world.
Although that world only consisted of ice and snow, a platypus monster that posed difficult questions, and a fish the size of an island.
The two lives were enemies, but neither deserved to die.
The platypus monster perished along with the icy world.
The fish, as large as an island, tried to swallow Wang Wen, but was eventually burst apart by the power of heaven and earth.
Even if Wang Wen didn't kill him herself, they are still implicated.
But his heart was never stirred in the slightest.
In addition, there are the "progress" points from later in the Superpowered Empire, such as those who died while trying to "rebound" or increase the number of skill uses in the game, including those Devour Heaven and Earth.
So many insects died in the Insect Chamber while trying to earn Point.
In Wang Wen's mind, none of them could be considered innocent.
They're just data that gives him experience, like in a game.
But.
Now.
In this world before us, which is not particularly powerful, and could even be described as weak.
His mindset has changed.
At first, I felt that these weak, helpless beings, forced into progress without even realizing it, were somewhat innocent and pitiful.
Especially given the coincidental occurrence of the plague, which resulted in a large number of deaths.
It seems as if their fate has never been in their own hands.
For them, staying alive was never something that could be achieved simply by trying.
It depends on the level.
They could survive until the Tower Climber appeared.
Once they reach the level of the Tower Climber, they will be harvested in droves without even realizing it.
perhaps.
From their perspective.
Famine and plague are simply unavoidable calamities in one's destiny.
When faced with the inevitable, all one can do is helplessly curse, "Damn God!"
Little did they know that these disasters might simply be a matter of "difficulty" within a certain set of rules.
The difficulty has increased.
The worst that can happen to Tower Climber is failure and exiting the tower.
The "progress" that has already died can only be buried in the cold earth and slowly rot.
He didn't even know why he died.
They thought that "Heaven" was blind and instead of punishing corrupt officials, it only turned its attention to the suffering people.
This feeling is terrifying.
Wang Wen could even draw parallels to herself.
Is it possible that I, too, have been living in someone else's "hurdles," and that my future death is also due to becoming some kind of "progress"?
And everyone in the world.
You, me, him.
They are all focused on "progress" without realizing it.
A war, a natural disaster, or a plague.
Who can say for sure that these were just accidents rather than some kind of "level rule"?
At least in this world, the ordinary people who are dying one after another are unaware of this.
So cheap that they died.
So ignorant.
Thinking about these things, Wang Wen was deeply moved.
My mindset has undergone a significant change.
This shift seems to have occurred subconsciously, perhaps without even his own awareness.
He felt pity for these innocent, helpless, and ignorant lives that died, and he felt a touch of sorrow for this manipulated fate.
To this end, they spared no effort in employing the limited resources of " Unity with Heaven and Man " in order to eliminate or reduce the lethality and contagiousness of the plague.
They even specifically chose a deserted, empty space to Devour Heaven and Earth.
Especially considering that staying in one place to eat for too long might cause continental plate movement and other natural disasters, he also occasionally changes locations to devour the power of heaven and earth. As his skill proficiency increases, he can now sense and freely choose certain areas within the skill's range to devour.
Choose areas that are less likely to have problems, if possible.
For example, river channels blocked by silt or lakes with raised riverbeds.
By absorbing silt, the river water becomes clearer, the water storage capacity of rivers and lakes increases, and the chance of floods decreases.
When a gray tornado that seemed to stretch across the heavens and earth appeared before the eyes of countless ordinary people.
Those infected with the plague were surprised to find that their bodies seemed much lighter.
The previously unbearable symptoms became negligible in the blink of an eye.
If it weren't for the lingering inertia of comparison, they might even think they had never been sick.
In addition, major prefectures and cities opened their granaries and distributed grain on a large scale.
Their bellies were filled with truly satisfying grains.
People living under the plague felt that they were actually healthier than before the plague struck.
They all prostrated themselves on the ground to express their gratitude for the Emperor's boundless grace, and secretly offered a prayer in their hearts to a certain rumor that had recently begun to circulate.
On the high steps outside the imperial palace.
The young emperor followed the middle-aged man's gaze and saw the gray line that stretched to the sky.
The middle-aged man murmured incredulously, "I once heard the villagers who cooked porridge under the master's command in Qie City talk about how the master claimed to be Demon who had taken in servants. When he cast spells, black winds would fill the sky, resembling tornadoes. If that gray line on the horizon were any closer, it would indeed look somewhat like the towering tornado they described."
The young man's voice was somewhat hesitant. "Could it be that a master is casting a spell? We've searched all over the neighboring countries in the east, west, south, and north, and never seen a master formally cast a spell. Why is it happening now?"
That concludes the discussion.
A thunderbolt seemed to strike the two people standing on the steps.
They looked at each other in unison and exclaimed, "No, really?"
It was as if they were confirming their suspicions.
A messenger arrived at the palace with an urgent report.
As they approached the main hall, the man dismounted and, staggering, handed the intelligence to the eunuch.
The eunuch listened attentively to what the visitor had to say.
He took off charging towards the main hall.
The speed was so fast it seemed as if they were using light-footed skills and internal energy.
Within moments, the intelligence was presented to the young emperor, who had been anxiously waiting and even disregarded his status to run down the steps to greet him.
The young man took the intelligence report and eagerly began to examine it.
He listened to the eunuch's brief report, "The epidemic near the government office is rapidly subsiding, and many afflicted people have reported that their suffering has lessened and they are recovering their health!"
As the most trusted confidant of the young man, the middle-aged martial saint had long been granted permission not to avoid any state affairs.
At that moment, the eunuch's report was heard.
The middle-aged man looked shocked, and his suspicions grew stronger.
It felt as if an electric current shot up my spine and my head, followed by a tingling, horrifying sensation that seemed to explode in my limbs.
The young man shoved the intelligence report into the middle-aged man's hand, then turned and ran back to the main hall, clutching his clothes.
He rushed to the table and frantically grabbed all the memorials and petitions at random.
Whenever he unfolded a memorial, his eyes and fingers would simultaneously search for the words, and he would repeat aloud, "East, West, River, Inland, Hu City, South Station Prefecture!"
The papers were spread out, covering the entire tabletop, and even the floor under the table legs was covered with fallen sheets.
The middle-aged martial saint followed him to the table with a solemn expression.
The young man clutched the scattered memorials in his hands, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the gray line outside the palace gate, his voice trembling as he exclaimed, "It's everywhere! The plague is rampant throughout the land! How is this possible? How is this possible!"
The middle-aged martial saint frowned, uttering words he himself could hardly believe. "A master is using his own power to save the world!"