"Captain, what should we do? There's a riot in the blockade area, and the soldiers can't stop them."

It was insane. Witnessing the worst of human nature, everyone was shocked. They had never imagined that those people could be so crazy. They wanted to take someone with them, not wanting to live but wanting someone to accompany them.

"I know……"

Tang Shan watched silently from the sidelines, his mind torn between responsibility and compassion, a balance he himself struggled to strike.

"What should we do? Chief, we must think of a solution now."

"Chief..."

The adjutant kept urging them on. He could no longer control the rapidly deteriorating situation. If he allowed it to continue, the consequences would be uncontrollable. There was no time to delay.

Chief...if we don't make a decision now, it really won't work. Once those people rush in, they will all be infected and become one of them. Thinking about the final consequences, he couldn't help but shudder.

"I understand. You go down first!"

Tang Shan's brow furrowed, and he glared at his urging adjutant. Wasn't he anxious himself? But what was he to do now? The order had come from above to act, and the riots here left him no time to delay or consider. Once he made this decision, he would be responsible for everything that came afterward.

Tangshan regretted it bitterly. If he had known earlier, he would not have coveted the credit. It was not worth it at all, and he even sacrificed himself. Difficult... Difficult...

"Why……"

"Why is there still no news from Elder Wen? It would be great if there was some news. Whether it's good or bad, news is always a good thing."

The adjutant left the office, his face hesitant. What was he supposed to do? He was still waiting for a reply, and the commander wasn't making a quick decision. Him? He had absolutely no authority to command any soldiers.

Inside the camp, a chorus of pessimism permeated everyone's hearts. The soldiers were bewildered, unsure of what to do. No plans had been made, no answers to their questions. The future was invisible, hopeless, and intangible. All they could see were the desperate looks of those desperate for survival, along with resentment, jealousy, and despair...

It seems that the whole world has nothing but these pessimistic emotions. The only feeling everyone has when facing death is: it turns out that death is so close to them. They can feel the insignificance of life from a close distance.

"Those people..."

"They've gone crazy..."

If you're not crazy, you won't be obsessed. If you're not obsessed, you won't resort to such means. Killing one thousand enemies will cost you eight hundred of your own. Everyone knows that unless it's absolutely necessary, no one would choose this path. There's absolutely no hope of finding an antidote to the virus. Waiting to die feels terrible, it's very uncomfortable.

"Yes! They are crazy, but they are driven crazy."

"What the hell is that thing? How can we develop antibodies or an antidote for it?"

"The capital doesn't take it seriously at all. I see that researchers, professors, and even doctors are just pretending to be good at it. They're just showing off their work. It's just something out of a model project."

"That's right! So many people are helpless against a virus. I don't know whether to say they are incompetent or lack professionalism."

It was making those watching anxious, anxious for them. Could the virus be that difficult? Without a single solution, they watched the infected wait for the death knell to approach them. It was getting closer, closer, closer, closer to numbness, closer to silence...

"Today, a new group of soldiers are guarding the gate. It will be our turn soon."

What's the point of changing? I'm already infected. At this distance, protective clothing won't work. One day, no one will come close, and no one will be willing to remain silent. Perhaps, by then...

"Yes! It will be our turn soon. I have already written my suicide note. I hope that the superiors will see our loyalty and deliver it to the right person."

"I'm ready for this."

Sooner or later, it would happen. It was all foreseen. Whatever, it was just a virus. They had been on the battlefield before, hadn't they? They weren't afraid of the virus either.

…

"Host...Host...your body has reached its alert level and cannot continue."

The system anxiously called out to Shen Yun, hoping the host would stop on its own. The system space was no longer under its control because Shen Yun had performed this autonomous operation. It was set so that only she could control it, not the system.

"No, there's no time."

Shen Yun ignored the system's anxiety. She wanted to take a gamble. If she won, everyone's life would be at stake. If she lost, it would just be her body that couldn't take it. She had a chance to recover from her mental breakdown and poor health in the future, but if she gave up this time, she would never have another chance.

"No...if you keep going like this, your spirit will collapse."

The system space relies on the host's mental strength. Once it collapses, the system space will be greatly impacted. Not only the host, but also it will be seriously injured.

"No, no, I believe in myself."

Chen Yun said without looking up, her eyes filled with determination. It will be fine soon, it will be fine soon. She couldn't give up, it was impossible. No matter who it was, no one could stop her.

"Host……"

The system emphasized its tone, no longer daring to think about the consequences.

"I know what I'm doing, and I know exactly how I need to do it."

Chen Yun watched the potion before him. As he manipulated it, it gradually darkened from light to brown, and finally to milky white. Round after round of color shifts, a gradual process of integration. It'll be done soon, it'll be done soon... Completely forgetting everything else, Chen Yun's focus was entirely on this potion.

“Ding ding…”

"drop……"

The alarm had no effect on Chen Yun or the system, which stared dumbfounded at the scene before it. Really, truly successful? Her mouth was wide enough to fit an egg. The system was completely speechless. It thought, Shen Yun should never be underestimated. She could easily be overestimated. She was a child of miracles, surrounded by miracles.

"Success..."

"Success..."

The system jumped up. It really didn't expect it to succeed! It really succeeded. Shen Yun did it? She really did it!

"Success..." After saying that, Shen Yun fell on the table.

The system hurriedly scanned Chen Yun, and only put down its worries after confirming that he was just in a deep sleep. It looked at the unconscious Chen Yun with a complicated expression, while looking at the potion that had been successfully fused: an enhanced version of the detoxification potion.