My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World-Chapter 423 - 363: Parasite—Prologue (Part 2)

"Help me..."

The rotting lips on that blood-covered face trembled, uttering a timid plea.

"Help me..."

It was the soldier previously abandoned by her companions.

The night was dark and windy, the pale moonlight filtered through the foliage, casting dancing shadows, the mountain forest was eerily silent. In such a strange atmosphere, that bloody large face appeared especially horrifying. Normally, anyone would be scared out of their wits, but Sevia, upon realizing what was happening, showed concern on her face instead.

"How can I help you?"

Thud—

A heavy sound echoed, as Sevia stared blankly at the collapsing figure. She stepped forward, gently nudged the soldier's shoulder, and upon getting no response, turned her over, finally seeing the soldier's face clearly.

It was an unusually tall woman, nearly two and a half meters in height, towering almost half a body over Sevia. Her skin was silver-gray, not due to disease-induced discoloration; it was her natural skin color.

For some reason, the image of a race flashed in Sevia's mind.

——Titan Race.

This was a race born from the union of Giants and Dark Night Elves. Due to genetic reasons, the majority of this race were robust females, with some even growing as tall as five meters, appearing like a sturdy little mountain when approaching head-on.

They played a crucial role within their race, internally uniting to form the upper structure; formulating policies, maintaining order and stability within the race, externally waging violent wars; invading and expanding, competing for the resources and interests of the race.

In contrast, the males of the race inherited the beautiful appearance of the Dark Night Elves, standing eight feet tall, with wickedly charming features, handsome and enchanting with every move. Particularly their alluring eyebrows, possessing a captivating magic power; primarily responsible for negotiation and communication in the kingdom's political affairs.

"Are you okay?" Sevia asked.

No response, as the soldier had completely slipped into a coma, eyes tightly closed, appearing extremely weak. Her body was also covered in the same black spots as those corpses, with egg-sized lumps distributed in locations dense with glands like underarms and inner thighs.

A heavy stench emanated from her entire body, as blood mixed with the pus exuding from ulcerated tumors.

Sevia's hand rested on the soldier's forehead, realizing her fever was severe, her temperature nearing fifty degrees Celsius, with flames seemingly coursing through her veins. The intermittently trembling eyelashes suggested she was enduring great pain.

——"Why bother, just leave?"

"I can't leave her here alone." This thought firmly took root in Sevia's heart.

The stranger had no relation to her; she was just a wandering traveler. By any account, she shouldn't just impulsively assist a stranger in such a place, as it might bring her trouble.

But for some unknown reason, her determination prevented her from ignoring this soldier.

Perhaps, some things, once lost, can never be regained.

She hoped that by the end of her journey, when she reunites with the one she holds dear, she would still be advancing towards her ideal self, still existing as a complete self.

——"Overflowing compassion."

"I'm just pursuing my own direction."

Sevia shook her head, attempting to use the Hydrotherapy Skill to heal the soldier.

As the gentle water flow touched the soldier's skin in an instant, a black aura surged from her body, intertwining with the water flow, like a drop of dense ink masking the water, in the blink of an eye, the pure water turned murky, exuding waves of death energy, suddenly erupting in a moment!

The scattered water droplets blasted like bullets, riddling the surrounding forest with holes in the blink of an eye. A tree trunk even bore a fist-sized hole, and with a creaking sound of being over-burdened, it collapsed with a crash, startling the birds in the forest.

"A miracle?" Sevia realized the anomaly.

She sensed the Power of a miracle in the pervasive black death aura!

Miracles are projections of certain "existences" from the "Eternal Garden" above the starry sky. In the present world, people uniformly refer to those "existences" as "Mysterious."

There might be some who worship those "existences" as gods. Now is the Third Epoch 'Silver Era', millions of years before the birth of tales, when the civilization on this planet was still in the First Epoch of the 'Cradle Era', an ancient time when the vast oceans had not yet withdrawn from the earth, those "Mysterious" had already been proven to exist.

Archaeologists once discovered murals and totems related to the "Mysterious" in a civilization relic from the early 'Bronze Era,' where people worshipped the "Night Goddess," "Goddess of Harvest," and "God of Memory."

While the nascent pan-human civilization was using fire to dispel darkness, it began communicating with the "Mysterious" above the starry sky, praying for those divine beings to grant their wills, ensuring that their seeds of light through the night wouldn't extinguish; blessing their staple grains to always flourish;

hoping that,

all stories told would never fade away.

After roaming the Wastelands for so many days, she had seen countless miracles, from the lake miracle where approaching throats would fill with water, to the crying miracle that clung to her calling 'mother' unless she sang, and the trial miracle with shadows of predecessors.

In short, the Wastelands were filled with such miracles, one misstep could invite trouble, miracles were projections of those "Mysterious," often constrained by the Powers of the "Mysterious" themselves, mostly being some nameless, harmless miracles.

But the kingdom seemed to be having some trouble, entangled by some unknown miracle.

Could it be related to the thousands of corpses in the valley?

It's hard to imagine, a kingdom standing millions of kilometers away from civilized habitable zones in the Wastelands, Sevia was previously puzzled by this, but now she had somewhat figured it out.

It seemed this kingdom was gradually rising under the protection of a miracle.

Only another miracle can counter a miracle's Power, unless unraveling the miracle's source, or sealing the erupted miracle.

Perhaps, this is why the kingdom was never destroyed by the rampant miracle storms in the Wastelands.

Meanwhile, an uneasy premonition subtly enveloped Sevia's mind.

It must be known that any miracle has two sides.

Intuition told her that the miracle in this kingdom was on the brink of eruption.

The girl shook her head, suppressing her thoughts, bent down, placed the soldier's arm over her shoulder, and used her slender body to support the woman's robust physique, slowly heading towards the nearby village or town.

The sky was turning pale, a faint line of golden light spread in the dim morning glow.

Later, the girl arrived at the nearest village or town, a small town named Heins.

To avoid causing trouble for the townspeople, Sevia did not bring the sick soldier into the village but placed her in a cave a few kilometers away, camouflaging the entrance and applying a Water Technique to conceal her aura.

Then she cleansed her own body thoroughly with water, ensuring all paths of transmission were cut off, only then did she enter the village before her.

She couldn't let her compassion bring trouble to others, nor demand others pay the price for so-called kindness under the guise of goodness.

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