"Because the Nether Corpse problem was never a matter of ten or twenty years. It came once every hundred years."
"You are all far too young." The City Lord spoke without hesitation. "You do not need to question whether I am telling the truth."
"Because there is no point."
"The awakening of the Nether Corpses is a disaster for all of Silver City."
"At this point, it does not matter whether you believe it or not. One incident after another will drag everyone into the fight against the Nether Corpses."
"No one can escape it."
"When that time comes, you will still die."
"Since that is the case, obey my orders now and prepare for the awakening of the Nether Corpses." The City Lord appeared exceptionally domineering at that moment.
But there was nothing wrong with that.
She could usually stay out of affairs, but when faced with a catastrophe capable of destroying the world, she had to step forward.
The last awakening of the Nether Corpses had been sixty years ago.
Given the rate at which Silver City replaced its generations, most people had already been replaced more than seven or eight times over.
The few who had managed to survive could hardly speak clearly about what had happened back then.
After all, only the leaders had known the truth at the time.
Most of those who had survived had been support personnel or people on the fringes. They had lived through it by sheer luck.
Faced with the City Lord's words, most people began asking questions without end.
For example, how would the Nether Corpse Incident begin, and how would it end?
How were they supposed to cooperate, and what benefits would they receive for doing so?
"The benefit is not dying." The City Lord had long recognized