My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World-Chapter 458 - 395: Cold Embrace (Part 1)

If that's the case, then everything makes sense.

At the very beginning, the unknown visitor who sent her the email 'Sevia?' was an NPC deduced by the Oasis, like an electronic ghost in the torrent of data, step by step guiding her to explore this instance.

First, leaving her a silhouette in the tavern to let her know of their existence, then sending a message to guide her to the prison, and then just now using flute sounds to help them escape danger.

'Sevia?' seems to be in some kind of program disorder, sometimes clear, sometimes chaotic, and the messages received at the guild base were unconsciously sent to her by the other party.

The other party must have been clear just now...

Did the other party want her to give them a hug?

But why wouldn't they appear before her?

The person to be hugged, is that really 'Sevia?'?

The real Sevia visited this city in reality, so the Oasis recreated it in the instance. If Pangard in reality has been destroyed, then Sevia should have already left the Oasis...

A strange thought suddenly arose in Xu Xiaoyou's heart.

Is this instance really a recreation by the Oasis based on a disaster that has already occurred?

Just as she was thinking this, a new email was received.

"Sevia?: Come to the depths of the prison, I'll be waiting for you there."

"Sevia?: Even if I am cold, please absolutely... absolutely give me a hug."

...

At the same time.

Wastelands, Pangard City.

"Hey, little lamb, it wasn't easy bringing you into the city from outside, at least say something to me, please, being silent alone is very boring." Atula shrugged and said.

"Please don't talk to me casually."

Walking in the city, Sevia observed the surroundings, rows of houses were low and rundown, each household had tightly shut doors and windows, the wide stone-bricked streets appeared deserted, and a few patrol military convoys passed by, responsible for cleaning city sanitation and hunting street rats.

After General Belisa's policies were implemented, people were prohibited from randomly dumping waste and garbage on the streets, yet the stench above the alleys still lingered, with the odor long engraved into the stones.

Sevia made an effort to calm her mind, pulled her gray robe tighter, ensuring that aside from her boots, no part of her clothing touched the ground.

Even in the Wastelands, she couldn't tolerate herself being stained with anything other than dust, maintaining her habit of washing herself every night.

Just then, a commotion not far away caught her attention.

"I don't want to go to the prison... please, sir guards, don't send me to prison, it's hell there, I will die!"

An old woman, being dragged away by two tall soldiers, desperately pleaded, not hesitating to kneel on the ground, begging earnestly. Whether it was because her actions were too fierce or she couldn't catch her breath, the old woman coughed urgently, her whole face flushed red.

But the two soldiers remained unmoved, while Sevia stood silently in place, watching them haul the old woman onto the vehicle.

There were many people on the prison cart, their identities discernible from their clothing, including merchants, dignitaries, craftsmen, and rogues.

Most looked ashen, their gazes numb and despairing. They were being sent to prison as if that place was a hell on earth with no return, just as the old woman said.

And all of this wasn't because they had committed unforgivable sins.

Sevia noticed those people were surrounded by a black aura of death, their faces emaciated, with egg-sized lumps under their arms and on their inner thighs, their skin bruised and cyanotic.

Some inside the vehicle were even unconscious, or perhaps they were already dead, thick dark blood oozing from their seven orifices, flies buzzing about their bodies.

These people were all sick.

In the darkness, the Grim Reaper swung his scythe above the city, mercilessly harvesting people's lives.

Few citizens lingered to watch, their faces worried.

"Mrs. Meiren also got sick."

"Alas, what will we do if this continues." The woman on the second floor closed her window.

"It's all because that brat Ethan snitched, now Mrs. Meiren has gone to prison and surely won't return, who will give us food then?" a homeless man shouted angrily, too agitated to catch his breath, coughing violently.

His coughing drew the soldiers' attention, and he was soon dragged onto the vehicle by his hair, following the patrolling carriage as it gradually moved away.

The soldiers did not warn the nearby residents.

The street fell into a deathly silence, everyone on edge, speaking no more.

"Where will they go?" Sevia asked.

"Who knows, maybe they'll go to prison, or maybe they'll go to hell. If they are from the Titan Race, their souls will return to Tulatan after death to find peace." Atula replied.

"This time you started the conversation with me first."

Sevia, realizing she was in the wrong, blinked.

"General Belisa gathered all the sick people in the city into the prison. When this plague first started, she closed the city gates and dug several large pits outside the city for burying corpses."

When speaking of General Belisa, Atula's face was full of pride.

This General Belisa was also from the Titan Race. It's said that when she was born, the plains were vibrant and fiery, the constellations in the sky bright, and from the sky swiftly came an ox-headed golden chariot. Sitting on it was not a god, but a fiercely burning seed of fire.

This seed of fire flew towards a bronze cauldron, flames rising section by section, turning the night sky into a canopy of golden brilliance. From then on, Tulatan knew no eternal night, the warriors marched with thunderous drumming.

The Titan Race regarded her as the child born of a deity and their kin, venerating her as a demigod, believing she would bring fortune and protection to the tribe.

"So, why did the plague still spread?" Sevia asked.

Without a doubt, this general's epidemic prevention measures were exceedingly strict. Before the plague outbreak, she took control of the royal palace and placed the king under house arrest.

Then she implemented a series of measures, not sparing even those with suspected symptoms.

Sevia couldn't understand, why despite such efforts, the plague inevitably ravaged this Kingdom.

"Someone in the prison accepted bribes to let people from outside the city visit relatives inside." Atula deflated like a punctured ball, his tone listless.

Sevia lamented.

This country's corruption was beyond saving.

"After the plague outbreak, too many people died, and the dug-out pits were quickly filled. The lieutenants colluded to blind the general's vision, embezzled disaster relief funds, and did not dig more mass graves, randomly discarding bodies outside the city..."

The hellish experiences of recent days unfolded vividly before Sevia's eyes.

Starving corpses in the fields, bodies like drifting wood...

"Later, the Kingdom began to riot, accelerating the plague's spread."

"Then, the epidemic spiraled out of control, the plague ravaged the entire Kingdom like a locust plague. When the general realized this, the situation was already irredeemable." Atula said heavily.

She didn't want to admit it, nor dare to face the nightmare-like fact tormenting her heart.

The rise or fall of this Kingdom could only be left to time to judge.