Chapter 62

"We've already notified him, and he ordered an immediate news blackout, but..." Hoshiguma smiled bitterly, "It's too late."

Chen Huiye closed her eyes. As a senior superintendent in the Lungmen Guard Department, she knew all too well what this meant.

The reason why Lungmen Upper City has been able to maintain its superior status is largely due to its isolation policy for the Infected.

If Oripathy is no longer a threat, then the barrier will collapse from within.

"Mobilize all available police resources," she opened her eyes, her dragon-like vertical pupils narrowing to slits. "Search with all your might and protect the doctor. He cannot be harmed until we figure out what happened."

"What about the Reunion Movement?" Hoshiguma countered.

"Put that aside for now; this isn't the time to deal with a bunch of thugs."

Chen's eyes were filled with hope.

Her Oripathy was cured, thanks to the person who touched her tail...

In Chen's heart, he had become the hope in this despairing world.

In her sleep, she dreamt countless times of Oripathy being cured and those the Infected being reborn.

To be treated kindly by this world.

Suddenly, Chen burst into tears. She wiped them away silently, her gaze gradually hardening.

The Emperor was watching the television news when he saw a large number of the Infected from the Lower City rushing towards the upper city, and his signature sunglasses slipped down to the tip of his beak.

"Has she already started making her move?"

Other members of Penguin Logistics were dispatched to assist Rhodes Island at this time.

The Emperor was left alone, muttering to himself.

"That's terrifying."

This chain reaction is still ongoing.

At the same moment, in the wilderness far from Lungmen, in the Reunion Movement camp, Talulah dropped her communicator to the ground.

"Say it again?" Her voice was terrifyingly soft.

The scout kneeling on the ground repeated, trembling, "A doctor capable of curing Oripathy has appeared in Lungmen; hundreds of the Infected have already been cured..."

Talulah's pupils suddenly contracted.

The reason why the Reunion Movement was able to recruit so many the Infected is because of their shared despair.

If Oripathy were no longer a terminal illness, if those the Infected could be reintegrated into society...

Talulah, or rather, the one controlled by the Black Snake, remained silent for a moment.

"No." She suddenly laughed, a laugh that sent chills down the spines of the surrounding soldiers. "This can't be a cure. This is a conspiracy, a new deception by those oppressors."

She turned to the Crownslayer beside her, "Summon all squad leaders, we're heading to Lungmen immediately."

"What are you going to do, leader?" the Crownslayer asked.

Talulah drew her longsword, the flames swirling around its blade reflecting off her cold face.

"I will expose this lie."

The original plan has obviously been changed.

When Oripathy ceases to be Oripathy, the Reunion Movement fundamentally ceases to exist.

Talulah, or perhaps the Black Snake, had a terrifyingly gloomy face.

Faced with such a great threat, the Black Snake was clearly going to explode.

As long as there is even a sliver of hope, people will not join the Reunion Movement.

This organization will crumble in an instant.

She absolutely could not allow her years-long plan to go to waste; she was determined to eliminate the being that could cure Oripathy.

We will spare no expense, no matter the cost.

This storm, this final movement of both the Infected and the Infected, will be ignited at this moment.

Chapter 19: Why War? [2 Updates]

"Chernobog has begun moving towards Lungmen," Wei Yenwu said.

Wei Yenwu's voice fell heavily in the conference room as he tapped his fingertips lightly on the table and his gaze swept over everyone present.

The Rat King, the Lungmen Guard Department, the Yan's Inspection Department, and the rulers of Lungmen gathered here.

Outside the window, the neon lights of Lungmen still flickered, but at this moment, the city lights seemed to be shrouded in some invisible shadow, appearing particularly glaring.

"Are they crazy?" Chen frowned, his fingers clenching unconsciously. "Since they know there are people in Lungmen who can cure Oripathy, shouldn't they be seeking help? Why do they seem to be... attacking?"

"No, they're not crazy." Wei Yenwu slowly shook his head, a cold glint in his eyes. "They're more lucid than ever."

The Rat King stood to the side, arms crossed, and said in a deep voice, "The Infected of the Reunion Movement Oripathy been tormented by Oripathy and ostracized by society. Their anger and despair are etched into their very bones. Now that someone suddenly claims to be able to cure them, they will only doubt whether it is yet another lie."

"Moreover, that ambitious woman will never allow the Infected to escape her control," Wei Yenwu said in a low voice. "If Oripathy is no longer a threat, the Reunion Movement will lose its reason for existence. She must keep the Infected angry and desperate."

"Otherwise, this organization will soon become a mere shell of its former self."

A brief silence fell over the meeting room.

The Inspection Department spoke up quietly, "Where are the capable people who can cure Oripathy? Yan needs them."

Yan is trying to poach our talent.

For these words to come from the Inspection Department, they must carry immense weight.

Once you control them, you control all the Infected in the world.

As long as they don't want to die, those the Infected will flock to Yan.

"I will find them as soon as possible," Wei Yenwu slowly stood up and promised, adding, "However, what we need to deal with is the Reunion Movement itself."

Chernobog is moving.

The mobile city-state occupied by the Reunion Movement is now approaching Lungmen with an almost frenzied pace.

What are the Infected in the city thinking?

Is it anger? Is it suspicion? Or is it some deeper, deliberately instigated hatred?

Nobody knows.

But everyone knew that this was not a migration seeking salvation, but a long-planned war.

A light drizzle was falling from the sky.

Amiya stood on tiptoe and held the umbrella up for Kal'tsit.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, why are you unhappy? The Infected can be cured, isn't that a good thing?"

"Amiya, healing them is a good thing, but now is not the time," Kal'tsit said grimly. "At least not now is the time to heal them."

Without a doubt, she knew what this meant.

"Amiya," Kal'tsit's voice was colder than the rain, "Have you ever seen a drowning person grasp at a straw?"

The little rabbit tilted its head in confusion.

"Right now, all the Infected in the Terra are those who drowned." Kal'tsit's gaze pierced through the rain, looking towards the center of Lungmen. "And that so-called 'cure' is just that last straw."

The raindrops pattered rapidly on the ground, like the drumbeats of a countdown.

She turned around, slowly closed her eyes, and said, "When those who are in despair suddenly see hope, their first reaction is not gratitude, but anger."

Amiya's ears twitched nervously. "Anger? Why?"

"Because it will make them realize that they didn't have to suffer so much."

Kal'tsit's fingers unconsciously traced the terminal. "That schemer understands this better than anyone, so she has to act before that rabble can react—"

Crackling sounds followed by the sound of thunder and raindrops.

A bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky, illuminating Kal'tsit's cold, handsome profile.

"She will destroy that hope."

The rain intensified.

The sky grew overcast.

The terminal suddenly lit up, its red reflection dancing in the rain.

Kal'tsit glanced at it and then closed it.

This ship has sent a message requesting Kal'tsit and Amiya to evacuate Lungmen.

"48 hours," she said to the empty ground. "Chernobog will launch its final assault on Lungmen in 48 hours."

Amiya's eyes widened.

That creator clearly possessed advanced authority over Originium, directly eliminating other people's Originium.

This is a good thing.

But it's also a bad thing, because change requires a lot of bloodshed.

Amiya's eyes were filled with innocence and confusion; she didn't know why she felt this way.

She just felt completely helpless.

"Now that things have come to this, we can only trust her as we trust the Doctor," Kal'tsit said slowly, her eyes filled with helplessness.

Compared to the Doctor, this person clearly inherited far more technology from the Pre-Civilization.

Kal'tsit believed far more in the technology of the Pre-Civilization than in the possibility that the Terra natives might have killed their creator.

She knew all too well that the things of the Pre-Civilization were beyond human resistance.

The tricks of the Terra are nothing but ants in their eyes.

Kal'tsit had a premonition that no major power in the world today could resist the methods of this Pre-Civilization.

Whoever I want can come.

"Why are you looking so gloomy? Have something to eat and relax?"

At that moment, a clear voice came from behind Kal'tsit.

Amiya and Kal'tsit turned to look.

A red-haired Angel, holding an umbrella in her left hand and a half-eaten candied hawthorn skewer in her right, smiled as she looked at them.

Xiao Huasheng walked over, conjured up a new candied hawthorn for Amiya, and patted the little rabbit's head.

Everything was so peaceful.

Amiya thanked her repeatedly, "Thank you Exusiai... Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot, you're not Miss Exusiai, so what should I call you?"

"Then you can call me Sister Xiao." Xiao Huasheng played on the pun, his face full of smiles.

When the two interact amicably.

At this moment, Kal'tsit asked a question.

What exactly do you want to do to this world?

"Quack? What did I do?"

Xiao Huasheng ate a candied hawthorn, looking blankly at Kal'tsit, "I'm just here to fulfill my promise to you. I said I would help you..."

Clearly, these were the honest thoughts of this foolish Angel.

This person didn't think that curing Oripathy with Quack Doctor was anything special.

She simply felt that curing Oripathy could bring smiles to people's faces, so she did it without hesitation.

She made no mistake.

The problem lies with this extremely chaotic world.

It's those schemers, and those despicable rulers who use people's hearts as weapons.

Looking at her adorable appearance, Kal'tsit suddenly remembered.