When Bai Xing returned to the train, the sky was completely dark. The train seemed to have entered the polar region, and countless auroras enveloped the train.

The Doomsday Train seemed to be running in a dream, and Bai Xing suddenly thought of the Haihu tribe's ancestral land, which was also beautiful and dreamy.

It's like the most perfect work of art in the universe.

Unfortunately, it was destroyed in the end.

Forever lost in that corner.

Her mind was in a mess, she fell back on the bed and fell straight into a dream.

It was that familiar starry sky again. The girl in the cocoon moved closer to her, her long hair fluttering in the air. She opened her mouth and seemed to say something, but only a few simple syllables could be heard faintly. The voice was distant and vague, and Bai Xing couldn't hear it clearly.

A shrill sound rang out and Bai Xing was forcibly awakened. She looked at the red prompt on the game panel, feeling a little confused.

Forced copy?

What does this mean?

A familiar feeling of teleportation came over Bai Xing, who speechlessly watched herself appear in a strange city.

[Instance: World-destroying Flood]

[Instance type: Standalone]

[Background Story: This is a city filled with sin, and the devastating flood will eventually wash away all sin.]

[Clearance conditions: Prevent the flood from submerging the city]

[Instance Reward: Optional]

Bai Xing didn't have much time to think carefully about the contents of the copy, as the streets were full of people fleeing in panic.

The sea in the distance has risen high and turned into a wall of water.

The tsunami was like a ferocious beast. The powerful feeling of oppression made people collapse to the ground, and they were extremely panicked.

A damp smell blew over on the sea breeze, and the wall of water continued to grow higher.

This giant hand that might come down at any time made everyone tremble.

Everyone is trying to escape from here as much as possible.

But this city is the last piece of land on the entire planet, and they are surrounded by the sea. Where can they escape to?

Countless people collapsed on the ground in despair.

A timid little girl stood up with difficulty from the damp and cold corner and staggered to the front of Haitsunami.

The tsunami that covered the sky and the sun came rapidly from afar like a ferocious beast, and the waves stirred up a wall of thousands of feet high, one wave higher than the other, layer upon layer, endlessly.

Humanity's iron-clad cities are as small as pocket-sized toy houses in the face of such natural disasters.

The huge roar was deafening, as if it was going to tear the air apart, like a tsunami piled up and ready to break out. The little girl, her clothes rustling in the wind, stood there motionless.

Although its frail body seemed like it would fall over if the wind blew, it was extremely steadfast.

She slowly closed her eyes and clasped her hands together.

At this moment, the world suddenly became silent.

It was like an adult suddenly stopped and leaned over to listen to a child's whisper.

Everything seemed to slow down, and a light child's voice murmured something, which was vague and ethereal, but could be heard clearly by everyone.

It is like a prayer, a blessing, or the song of God, gentle yet full of the power to heal people's hearts.

The people who were fleeing in panic slowly and with difficulty stopped, as if they understood something.

They looked back with tears in their eyes, knelt on the ground trembling, crossed their hands and clasped them tightly against their mouths, their hearts heavy, and they kept praying for peace.

The human desire to survive turned into countless long silk threads, tightly entangling everyone's hearts together. The little girl Qinghe's whispers wove them into a mountain like needles, a mountain that emitted a light golden light and gave people infinite hope.

People's voices grew louder and louder, turning into a thunderous roar, questioning, expressing anger, and praying to heaven and earth.

Human beings are mortal, they are fragile, they are strong; they are cowardly, they are brave; they are greedy, they are selfless; they are short-sighted, they are far-sighted; they can be "hypocrites and do evil things", and they will resolutely say "sacrifice their lives for the country and regard death as returning home".

The mountain transformed from hope is endless and gives birth to countless living beings. They thrive and cheer as they rush towards the huge waves.

The huge waves slammed into the transparent mountains, making a loud noise.

At that moment, the only sounds between heaven and earth were the loud crashing sounds and the drum-like heartbeats of humans.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom.

Water splashed on their faces and mixed with their tears, and people suddenly felt angry.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom.

The drums seemed to really start beating.

It grew louder and louder, as if it would deafen people, or like someone shouting angrily to the sky!

Why is this city called "Sin City"? How do you define a "good person"? How do you define a "bad person"?

If a "good person" does a "bad thing", is he still a "good person"?

If a "bad guy" does a "good thing", does that make him a "good guy"?

Why is Sin City called Sin City? Are people born here born with sin?

Even the sea would give way to such anger.

The first effort is strong, the second will weaken, and the third will be exhausted.

Finally, the tsunami retreated and showed its decadence.

The fierce momentum turned into calm water, left silently, returned to its original place, and turned into a calm yet turbulent sea.

Bai Xing stood in the crowd, feeling a little confused and extremely shocked.

There are strong emotions surging in my heart with nowhere to release them.

[Congratulations on clearing the dungeon. Rewards are being calculated...]

Bai Xing:?

She didn't do anything and just won without doing anything?

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