No one knows when the earth took on a bleak gray-white hue.
Massive, bloated dark red flesh replaced the sky, countless gigantic blood-red eyes embedded irregularly deep in the flesh, spinning ceaselessly.
In an instant, blood rain fell like a waterfall.
White Oak City, the pride of the Alliance, collapsed and melted in the rain. The most prosperous Secret Silver Port had already sunken, turning into an abyss without an end.
A young girl with fluffy cat ears and brown hair was pushed toward the pier. Her face was full of fear, and when she turned back, she saw the shore lined with indifferent spectators.
Their faces all twisted into black vortices, the blood rain soaked the corners of their clothes; the whole world was filled only with cold gray and grim red.
She was pushed step by step to the edge of the sea by the Chief Priest.
"Sacrifice that Fes person!" "Sacrifice that Fes person!"
Gradually, people began to raise their arms and shout, the fervent sound waves pleasing the eyes in the sky, the twisted face of the Chief Priest laughed crazily and pushed the girl into the blood-red abyss.
Just like that, falling.
"Please, don’t do this to me!"
The girl suddenly sat up from her bed, hugged her knees tightly, looking around in shock, the fluffy ears on the girl’s head drooped down, pressed tightly to the sides.
The bedroom was dark and narrow, the world outside was as usual.
Next, the door was gently pushed open.
"You’ve been having nightmares lately, Molly..."
A woman with a gentle face but weary eyes walked into the room, sat by her daughter’s side, worry in her eyes: "Has something happened?"
"I’m fine, mom, I’m just a bit tired."
Molly looked somewhat listless, her ears slowly perked up, changing the subject: "How is dad’s condition?"
The woman fell silent.
"Your father will definitely get better, Molly."
After a moment, she managed a smile: "I’ve recently found a new job cleaning the streets, soon we’ll be able to afford the new medicine for ’Nerve Necrosis’."
"What about the job cleaning the ship’s hull?"
"Still doing it."
"But..."
"Don’t worry, I’m not tired at all!"
The woman’s smile was gentle, but the exhaustion in her eyes could not be hidden: "Just need to hold on for a while longer."
Looking at her mother’s face full of wrinkles, Molly bit her lip and slowly nodded.
After a simple wash-up, the girl sat at the dining table, nibbling on the cheap salty freeze-dry, lost in thought.
A few days ago, Dean from Silver Moon Academy returned to White Oak City and successfully brought back many valuable treasures.
Formally established beside Fog Strait, the ’Apocalypse Ark’ quickly became a hot topic in White Oak City.
Dean has signed his name on the official Cooperation Letter sent to the Ark, leaping to become a prominent figure in the Alliance Chamber of Commerce.
Soon after, the fat merchant personally came to Silver Moon Academy, offering the young Feis people a choice.
A choice... with no turning back.
While establishing the Ark Country, Lord Roland is overthrowing the decayed noble class, saving ordinary people trapped in the plague.
During the development of his territory, Lord Roland needs sufficient material resources and talented people to help manage the domain. As long as the young people are willing to go to the Ark, they will receive a considerable financial grant.
And the hiring conditions for talent are quite lax.
Expert knowledge is merely a bonus; students only need to be quick-witted, clear-thinking, and open to new ideas.
Initially, the young people in the academy were indeed tempted, but that expectation was quickly doused by scathing critiques from several other merchants.
Because the Celestial Calamity from the Deep Sea was wantonly spreading on that island!
They relentlessly promoted that Lord Roland, who established the Ark, is actually a greedy, tyrannical, cold-blooded dictator! To fulfill his ambitions, Roland needs many pawns to fill the gaps caused by the calamity.
In fact, people are more inclined to believe the latter.
After all, Old Dean never denied the existence of the calamity. As the topic gradually fermented, he even proactively emphasized that the Blood Plague is an extremely dangerous cognitive curse!
Deep Sea Calamity... Blood Plague Curse...
If someone as weak and useless as me goes there, I will definitely catch the Blood Plague and die miserably...
Thinking of this, Molly’s soft ears would pin back, and her body would begin to tremble slightly.
The fear of the calamity was torturing Molly’s heart at every moment. The more she understood the Deep Sea Calamity, the heavier that fear became, even becoming the root of her nightmares.
Being a naturally sensitive Fes person, Molly was actually very timid, so much so that she had not dared to sleep with the light off till now.
But, but...
Molly turned her head slightly.
Not far away, her mother knelt on the ground, patiently and carefully wiping her father’s withered body.
Although mother’s expression was very calm, Molly’s eyes still keenly caught the confusion and sorrow in her mother’s eyes.
For Fes people, ’Nerve Necrosis’ is the most common incurable disease, closely linked to the racial ability of the Feis.
They are innately equipped to receive hidden information that other ordinary races cannot perceive through special organs.
Whether it’s the strange smiling faces appearing in common shadows, the manic roars hidden in everyday conversations, or the rotten smells lingering around high officials’ mansions...
The Feis Race would unconsciously perceive some ’nonexistent’ terrifying information, this uncontrollable passive ability constantly stimulating the already fragile and sensitive nerves of the Fes people.