My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World-Chapter 497 - 431: "Terminal Illness Patient"—So, What Is the Cure for a Terminal Disease?

Chapter 497: Chapter 431: "Terminal Illness Patient"—So, What Is the Cure for a Terminal Disease?

"Sevia: You, head to South City, you know where to find me."

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"Congratulations to all players for clearing the world scenario ’Terminal Illness Patient’."

"World scenario exploration: 100%"

"Main Quest 1: ’Reclaim Pangard’ completed."

"Main Quest 2: ’Kingdom’s Sinner’ completed, awarded Artifact ’Heart of Fanatical Devotion’, awarded title ’Kingdom’s Watcher’."

"Side Quests: Defeat world BOSS ’Plague Louse Yersin’ completed, defeat world BOSS ’Kingdom’s Watcher’ completed, defeat world BOSS ’Life-Devouring Gospel’ completed, defeat world BOSS ’Crown of Incurable’ completed."

"All players collectively completed 331 faction quests, captured 729 strongholds, killed 423096 Life-Devouring series monsters, and 4158 elite creatures, lord-level and above creatures..."

"Story Rating: 1000 (All main quests completed)"

"Exploration Rating: 1000 (Every corner of the ’Terminal Illness Patient’ scenario explored)"

"Combat Rating: 1000 (Highest combat rating in the ’Terminal Illness Patient’ scenario)"

"Comprehensive Evaluation Rating: S+ (All main quests completed, four major world BOSS defeated, recaptured over 95% strongholds, faction honor level met, perfect scenario exploration, highest combat rating...)"

"Your efforts are evident, once again thank you all for your dedication, wish you everlasting triumph and bask in glory on your continued journey." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Notbadend—Cure for Terminal Illness? Recorded."

"Scenario Review: The plague ravaging the kingdom has been put on pause, the shadow of death hanging over the kingdom no longer exists, the Crown of Incurable was executed before the throne, the Kingdom’s Watcher never returned to her homeland, the once prosperous kingdom is now in decline, survivors mourn in silence for their deceased loved ones, placing a flower at their graves, and thus embark on a new journey with a newly wandering girl."

"Perhaps the seeds of terminal illness are rooted within our hearts, each of us is both the healer and the patient of terminal illness. In this era, from the moment we are born, we are bestowed with innumerable expectations, maybe from relatives, maybe from our peers, some become heroes leading their people back to their homeland, while others search for the unfamiliar self as soon as they open their eyes."

"Undeniably, individuals are not absolutely independent, invisible ties bind people closely with the era, society, interpersonal relationships, but before the mirror of self-reflection, we always retain the right to choose."

"Therefore, the seed of terminal illness ultimately comes from oneself, as its name suggests, it is an incurable disease, people cannot eradicate it, they impulsively make mistakes, they often fail to meet others’ expectations, they cannot achieve self-fulfillment, they always have to face their imperfect selves time and again."

"Just like the constant shadows of farewell, regret, and remorse on the path of growth."

"Since the shadow cannot be torn apart, then cut it off."

The cold broadcast voice is imbued with warmth, as if someone hurriedly ran to take over the microphone in the recording studio, a voice still childish yet slightly hoarse speaks up.

"Even if the terminal illness cannot be cured, then let’s stop taking medicine. We move forward with this seed, accepting our imperfect selves, maintaining a questioning stance, no longer troubled by complications, positively treating life as a segmented treatment until the terminal illness flares up, before happily accepting the critical condition notice."

"Smile a little more, tomorrow might get better, the day after might get really bad, if tomorrow goes badly, the future may not necessarily improve, after all, isn’t everyone a Terminal Illness Patient in a lifetime of highs and lows? This chronic poison, H2O, will equally kill everyone."

"Raise the corners of your mouth slightly, yes, smile. If you don’t smile now, you won’t be able to when you must love and fight with the terminal illness for so long."

The broadcaster gives a playful chuckle.

"The past is suffering, tomorrow is unhappiness, the incurable terminal illness watches us intently, at least in this moment, we are free, if you want to laugh, laugh, no one can stop you, right?"

"Make sure you’re happy today."

...

Cleaning up the battlefield was always a skill.

Be careful of sneak attacks by those feigning death, finish off those not fully dead, be cautious and discreet when scavenging bodies, if someone sees you find something good, it would be no different from a little lamb falling into a wolf pack.

At this moment, Chichu Chun used a small branch to poke at the bodies on the ground, carefully watching, afraid to miss any artifact.

Seeing a valuable treasure, the girl’s eyes sparkled, she quickly bent down to pick it up, blowing off the dust with a ’whoo whoo’.

"You’re the Vice President of Light Chasing Garden."

A cold voice sounded from behind, startling Chichu Chun, nearly dropping the Witchcraft Bear Puppet. Turning around, she saw Angelina approaching, the silver-haired girl calmly walked to a pile of monster corpses, and with a lance, stabbed down!

A figure, seeing this, didn’t dare to feign death any longer, decisively gave up the ambush on the red-haired girl, and scrambled out, trying to run, only to be pierced through the chest by the lance Angelina threw.

That was a remnant member of the Silent Sequence.

Looking around, the hunt for the Silent Sequence across the city continued, the Smiling Knight was killed, and the remaining members, despite organizing resistance, were soon routed by the alliance, even if they could leave Pangard, they would no longer stir up trouble in the future.

The era of the Silent Sequence ended, the once-dominant power now became street rats despised by all, stirring mixed emotions.

"No one will fight you for it."

Angelina passed by Chichu Chun, leaving this sentence behind.

"I’m just being cautious..."

Chichu Chun, hugging the bear puppet, grumbled while watching the girl walk away.

She wasn’t foolish; of course she could hear the mockery in the girl’s tone, but she didn’t mind. This was the first time the other had initiated a conversation with her, even if the other looked down on her, at least they were able to speak.

Even ice, perhaps, had melted a little?

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The second alliance meeting was hastily finalized, with Light Chasing Garden taking over the Silent Sequence’s chair, becoming the leader, inheriting 70% of the Silent Sequence’s legacy, until the reconstruction of Pangard was complete, the alliance would maintain the city’s security and order.

Xu Xiaoyou walked out of the conference room, as passing guild leaders greeted her, some even respectfully handed her invitations to banquets, except Perseus whose face was slightly sour, merely nodding at her without small talk, presumably due to Sevia’s matters.

She ultimately reset the state of the "Crown of Incurable" with [Moon Time], and Sevia then killed the old king in reality. The system reasonably assigned the credit to her.

Light Chasing Garden made a name for itself with this battle, soaring ahead with 1,000,000 occupation points, securing massive investments for development, attracting countless top players to join.

Now the ’Light Chasing Garden Ascends to the Top’ entry was still trending on world forums.

She also proved herself through this battle, even though she remained only Three Tier, voices of doubt almost vanished.

Her Light Chasing Garden was now different from before, gathering massive funds, attracting numerous top talents, and even if it developed stably like this, it was only a matter of time before it grew into a behemoth like the Silent Sequence.

Standing alone at a high point, overlooking the city’s central square where her statue stood, surrounded by onlookers giving admiring gazes, Xu Xiaoyou’s mouth involuntarily curled upward.

The statue was sculpted by Oasis’s most skilled craftsmen, every texture, every stone grain, and every detail lifelike, almost a one-to-one replica of her appearance.

Unexpectedly, she would forever become a milestone in Oasis’s history.

Xu Xiaoyou helplessly spread her hands and shook her head.

"Not bad, it’s about 90% similar to me, but unfortunately, it didn’t perfectly capture my beauty."