How Tragic This World Is (2)

Somewhere in the Pestilence World.

The royal capital of a kingdom beyond the Six Nations.

Something unusual seemed to be happening here.

Inside the dilapidated houses, many refugees had gathered together, trembling as they listened to the disturbances outside.

"We'll die... We're all going to die."

The despairing people huddled close together, feeling the terrifying uproar.

Two months ago.

A special Strange Incident had occurred in this kingdom. The Plague Exterminators of the royal capital had named it the [Fragrance Incident].

It had first spread among the nobles within the royal palace. People's incessant craving for fragrances had nearly reached the point of madness, becoming utterly pathological.

It was as though people had been controlled by scents. Those pleasant aromas kept stirring their hearts at every moment. Thus, those controlled by fragrance began desperately trying to create more fragrant perfumes, for which they needed to find [fragrant substances].

Animal and plant materials could no longer satisfy their desires.

The controlled people reached out their hands toward their fellow human beings.

Over these two months, no one knew how many atrocities had taken place.

All because of...

Fragrance.

And this fragrance had drawn in the legendary dragon-level Great Pestilence, [Scent Fox].

The kingdom had already become a living hell.

"We're almost out of food."

The leading man was a formal-rank Plague Exterminator. His face was deathly pale as he looked outside the house.

Those controlled by fragrance had gradually begun turning into foxes. They possessed exceptionally keen senses of smell, searching for every ordinary citizen who had not been controlled by fragrance or infected by [Scent Fox].

As for the kingdom's nobles?

They had all died at the very beginning of the Fragrance Incident.

"In the end, people will eat people..."

"I don't want to see that happen."

The Plague Exterminator