With the emergence of this massive Ghoul Incident,
all kinds of ghouls began appearing everywhere.
The instant these rubber-skinned, dog-headed monsters emerged with the incident, they sensed a vast amount of food.
They then began barking wildly.
"Lord Naimus... do we really not need to save them?" Donna stood beside Naimus, watching the ghouls ravage the streets outside, and asked with some reluctance.
"No. After all, they are not truly human in essence anymore."
"Of course, that includes all of you as well," Naimus said.
Donna fell silent upon hearing words that sounded almost like an insult.
Because as she studied the secret arts under Naimus, she had gradually discovered that he was telling the truth.
The "people" of Silver City were essentially nothing more than memories.
They were most likely the "people" Dartmenly had known throughout his life.
That was precisely why they could continuously reset and reincarnate.
Because the source of those memories still remained within the Nether Corpse.
"I have plenty of experience in turning you into real people," Naimus said.
His previous experience of transforming the Littlefolk into genuinely existing lifeforms in the fictional world became especially convincing at this moment.
Donna nodded as well.
Molo's understanding of Donna was fundamentally flawed.
In Molo's eyes, Donna was kind, possessed a compassionate temperament, cared wholeheartedly for everyone, and had founded the Home of Happiness so that everyone could live happily.
But in truth, while Donna was indeed kind, she loved herself more.
Although Donna had nominally founded the Home of Happiness to give more ordinary people a "choice," it was actually a more sophisticated way of harvesting them.
She formed "familial bonds" with others in the manner of a family patriarch, then used the Home of Happiness as a focal point for their thinking, making people believe