In the world of Pestilence, there was only one authority.
Even powers as mighty as the Six Nations had to bow before it.
That was the Medical Department.
This colossal organization had been born a thousand years ago and helped humanity survive the Great Calamity, an era like an eternal night.
The Medical Department controlled the rules by which this world operated. They were powerful—powerful enough to suffocate others.
How powerful had Twenty-Three once been?
With one hand, she repelled enemies and stood invincible beneath the heavens. No one knew how many Pathogenized Objects were stored within the Treasury of Diseases.
But what use was that?
Under the Medical Department's [Pollution], even someone as powerful as Twenty-Three had to die.
Underground.
[Life Miracle Ruins].
This had once been the original site of Fallen Dragon National Hospital. After the Great Calamity arrived, a massive Pestilence disaster erupted here. It was not subdued by the Great Abyss Plague Exterminators until six hundred years ago, after which it became the headquarters of Life Bank.
This place contained unimaginable vital force, greatly benefiting Plague Exterminators in the growth of their spiritual power.
A woman in a fox mask and wooden clogs approached, gloom lingering in her eyes.
"The president... has appeared."
"The second-generation president, who inherited Twenty-Three's power."
The fox-masked woman looked at the man ahead. "Captain Bai Yao."
The handsome man half-kneeling on the ground slowly opened his eyes and smiled.
"Twenty-Three's successor."
"I felt it too—that repulsive power of inheritance."
"[Source of All Diseases]' pollution will be suppressed within the Life Miracle Ruins. That means I can act."
Bai Yao slowly rose to his feet.
He gently drew the long Plague-Slaying Blade embedded in the ground.
The expression on his face gradually twisted into a feral grin, becoming ever more chaotic. "We