The explorers from the academy quickly rode away on bugs. Hippocrates sighed and looked towards the city.

The rainstorm showed no sign of stopping. The air pollution was getting worse and worse. When I walked out onto the streets, I saw residents struggling in pain.

Hippocrates bent down and gently placed his hand on the man's head.

Soon, he fell into a deep sleep, with only a slight movement under his closed eyelids, as if he was dreaming.

All Hippocrates could do was to let these people end their lives in one final sweet dream.

"Plato appears to have failed, Ares has left, Cleopatra is nowhere to be found, and Utopia appears to be doomed today."

He murmured to himself.

He took out a bottle from his arms. The bottle was filled with crimson mist. The mist, which should have been static, kept wriggling and churning as if it had life.

Glass bottles were rare in the wilderness, so Hippocrates unscrewed the cap and poured out the mist.

The fog spread rapidly, as if endless, rolling and spreading in all directions.

All those who were shrouded in the fog gradually stopped struggling, fell into a deep sleep, and were no longer in pain.

The streets quieted down.

I don’t know how many people stopped breathing in their sleep.

As a doctor, Hippocrates was unable to cure these people at this time and could only give them the final peace. He sighed.

After explaining the affairs of the academy, he walked towards the Hall of Philosophers where Plato was. Along the way, the suffering people fell into a deep sleep, and the strong wind from the approaching rainstorm blew things on the street and raised gravel.

Hippocrates saw that the guards of the Hall of Philosophers had turned into zombie-like monsters, the dark clouds pressing down on the city would arrive in a few minutes, and a torrential rain was about to reach Utopia.

A monster rushed towards Hippocrates, but he just raised his hand slightly, and the monster was torn apart halfway through its charge, with flesh and bones separated, and it collapsed to the ground, motionless.

For Hippocrates, who was well versed in medicine, it was extremely simple to decompose a person.

As long as he was within a certain distance, he could thoroughly dissect any creature he understood without the need for any tools, and humans were the creatures he was most familiar with.

"Has this place already fallen?"

Hippocrates glanced at the walking corpses. Logically, Plato was here, and most of the guards were strong-willed and battle-hardened warriors. They would not be alienated just because of the damp wind.

If something has happened here, then Plato seems to be in great danger.

Although he knew that Plato would not live long, Hippocrates was still very emotional when the time came.

While he was thinking, two more monsters came towards him.

Hippocrates was just about to drive away these former companions and give them a final peace when he saw a figure walking out from the shadow of the Hall of Philosophers.

The two monsters' movements suddenly stopped, and then their skin turned black, their blood vessels bulged, and after a violent shock, they fell down one after another, and there was no movement anymore.

Hippocrates looked towards the figure.

Cleopatra was walking out with a seductive step.

Her hair turned white, and her eyes glowed with a light blue light, emitting a frightening aura.

There was still some white juice at the corners of the queen's mouth, as if she had just enjoyed a sumptuous meal.

Seeing Cleopatra's appearance, Hippocrates frowned slightly.

Obviously, Cleopatra did not have the power to manipulate spirits in that way; that was Plato's authority.

Since she has already mastered this authority, it means that Plato has already...

Hippocrates looked at Cleopatra deeply, but ultimately did not take action.

"Now you're Plato."

The doctor said.

"Plato can't leave Utopia. You made a choice without a future."

Cleopatra's expression did not change when she heard Hippocrates' words.

"You think there's no hope here, but I don't think so."

Cleopatra said frivolously.

"Your definition of humanity is too narrow. In a world like this, sticking to the old ways will only lead to extinction."

"I have seen civilizations from distant worlds. In their worlds, humans have completely different forms than they do now. We don't have to stick to the past."

Hearing this, Hippocrates' eyes wandered.

"Did you expect this rain?"

He inquired.

"Look, a new era has arrived."

Cleopatra pointed behind Hippocrates.

The doctor turned around and saw that the originally quiet street suddenly became lively. Amidst the rustling sounds, bloody spiders crawled out.

Each of those spiders was extremely twisted, as if harboring the world's deepest malice. They pulled up the dead citizens one by one and transformed them into equally hideous monsters. Soon, the whole street was filled with such creatures.

"These are the new citizens of Utopia, and they will make this city great again."

Cleopatra said, her tone calm but her eyes fanatical.

"You're crazy."

Hippocrates knew that Cleopatra had probably come into contact with some evil gods from another world and was eventually bewitched and chose this method.

Of course, according to Cleopatra's idea, these alienated citizens were indeed "saved" by her. For Utopia, this indeed enabled the city to resist more risks and survive natural disasters. Therefore, she was not bound by the rules.

These citizens were already dead, and coming back to life to turn them into monsters doesn't count as murder.

However, after making this choice, it is hard to say whether Cleopatra can still be considered a human being.

"You never know what will happen to our world. Under the invasion of foreign pollution, only active evolution can keep us alive. As for the form and civilization of human beings, those can only be considered after we survive."

Cleopatra said this with a look of regret.

"What a pity, Hippocrates. I thought you were someone who could understand me."

Her eyes sparkled, and an ideal world emerged in her vision.

But suddenly, Cleopatra noticed that not far behind Hippocrates, a figure was approaching.

This was not the visitor she expected, and she was just about to confirm the other person's appearance carefully.

Then, a dark, hopeless mass of flesh appeared in his field of vision.

In an instant, countless whispers sounded in Cleopatra's ears.

It was like a heavy hammer hitting her brain, and the queen's consciousness suddenly became blurry.