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The Founding Ceremony had long passed, yet it remained a topic of conversation among the people, often discussed over tea and meals.
Meanwhile, various activities were being carried out in an orderly yet tense manner.
In Tirisfal County's Kuli City, the monsters that once plagued the town had been completely eradicated. Powerful Spirit Masters stood guard over the ordinary citizens, allowing them to continue their lives.
However, monsters still surged into the city, causing horrific massacres.
Every day, people were dying; every day, someone was devoured by monsters. A terrifying famine spread, turning more and more individuals into refugees.
Residents from surrounding towns and villages crowded into the city, causing its population to double.
Originally one of the largest cities in Tirisfal County with nearly a million residents, Kuli City's population had now surpassed two million. This overcrowding inevitably plunged the city into chaos.
Disaster spread as ordinary people found themselves homeless, living precarious lives.
Not only ordinary citizens but also an increasing number of merchants fell into crisis. The currency had lost its value; inflation had erupted, and the price of basic foodstuffs skyrocketed.
The lord's manor was forced to dispatch troops to maintain order, distributing just enough food for survival based on headcount.
In such circumstances, various riots and crimes emerged. Desperate individuals began to turn on each other for the most basic means of survival, stealing not only valuables but also life-saving relief supplies.
Displaced victims lay on the streets, unaware of when they might fall asleep and never awaken again...
The last rays of the setting sun illuminated the tower atop the lord's manor, casting a bright glow on the white stone and bronze bell.
On both sides of the street, men and women with waxy faces lay motionless, their bodies still as if they were mere shadows of life.
Only the occasional twitch or a turn of the head revealed that they had not yet succumbed to death.
In this grim scene, a man walked down the street, holding a thick book in his hands. The cover was adorned with various mysterious and bizarre patterns, exuding a peculiar power that drew the eye.
“The Source Gate opens, calamity descends upon the world. Countless monsters evolve infinitely, seizing the land where humanity survives. This world will ultimately return to the Source of All Things. Listen, life revels; tremble, for the world weeps… Only by believing in the Source of All Things can one attain eternal peace!”
As he walked, the man proclaimed solemnly, resembling a preacher traversing the earth, his face filled with compassion and lamentation for humanity.
Uncontrollably, a man responded with a hoarse voice, “Can believing in the Source of All Things fill my stomach?”
He hadn’t eaten in days; the meager rations he had were taken by bullies. Now he lay here, merely waiting for death to claim him.
Nearby, a woman in tattered clothing had exposed legs marred by wounds, patches of flesh already rotting. With a faint whisper, she asked, “Can believing in the Source of All Things heal my injuries?”
“Can believing in the Source of All Things make me strong?” A young boy strained to sit up, his gaze fixed intently on the man. His eyes were filled with longing—a desire for power.
If he became stronger, he wouldn’t have to let others take his food anymore.
If he became stronger, he wouldn’t have to lie here waiting for death, uncertain when a monster might swoop down and carry him away.
“Yes!” The man with chiseled features nodded gently, his gaze sweeping over them.
“Source of All Things is with you, may the divine bless humanity!”
He approached the famished man, squatting down to offer him a handful of golden Grains and a bottle of water.
The man struggled to swallow them, but the long-lost feeling of fullness overwhelmed him, causing him to tremble and kneel at the stranger's feet.
The man holding the book then walked over to the injured woman, sprinkling some red liquid onto her wounds.
An astonishing scene unfolded as chunks of decayed flesh fell away from her palm-sized injury, revealing vibrant Flesh Buds that began to spread rapidly, healing her wounds in an instant.
In disbelief, she gazed at her restored injuries and knelt before the man.
The man with the book approached the weak boy next, pouring a vial of potion into his mouth. Soon after, the book in his hands emitted a faint glow, forming a soft white light that illuminated the boy.
Something entered the boy's body, filling him with an overwhelming sense of strength. He stood up and punched the wall, creating a massive Pit!
He too knelt down before the man.
Around them, hundreds of refugees followed suit, kneeling and pleading for food and strength.
“Source of All Things is with you, the light of My Lord shines upon the world, guiding it toward a beautiful and brilliant future!” The man raised his arm once more in a rallying call.
A gentle wave spread outwards, enveloping hundreds, even thousands of people. They couldn't help but cheer for the one willing to save the world.
The crowd grew larger, and one by one, the refugees seemed to cheer for that name, feeling a surge of strength within them. Suddenly, they all stood up, surrounding each other.
The commotion escalated, finally attracting the attention of the City Guard. A squad of soldiers approached, and their leader shouted angrily, "What are you shouting about? Settle down, or none of you will get to eat!"
Kuli City was already overcrowded, and the thousands of City Guards could no longer manage the city's security as they once did. They had no choice but to watch as those refugees starved or fell victim to ruthless criminals.
Too many people were dying—so many that the guards had become completely numb to it. Every day they encountered countless corpses and had to deal with body after body; otherwise, the accumulation could easily lead to a terrifying plague.
This time, the previously starving refugees began to shout for reasons unknown, drawing the attention of the City Guard.
They roughly pushed aside the blocking refugees, disregarding their lives, and made their way through the crowd to reach that individual. The leader drew his sword and sternly commanded, "Seize this Cultist!"
"Sir, the blade should not be turned against one's own kind; that is the greatest sin in this world. Lay down your weapon and embrace My Lord," the man replied with a look of compassion.
"The Source of All Things is with you!" he continued to persuade them.
Clang!
A stunning scene unfolded before the onlookers as weapons clattered to the ground. Soldiers clad in elite armor knelt one after another, murmuring, "The Source of All Things is with me!"
Watching those who knelt at his feet, the man holding the book revealed a mysterious smile. "Preaching truly is the most wonderful thing in this world..."
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