Volume 1, Chapter 137: An Inherent Disparity

The hospital corridor was long, narrow, and cold.

A vast expanse of white.

Shen Yanzhou crouched on the hard, chilly marble floor. His reddened eyes were reflected in the polished surface, his dark pupils vacant and lost.

His face was deathly pale.

He looked as if he had just seen some terrifying, monstrous beast.

Shen Zhaowu took in his expression, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. Deciding not to frighten him further, she crouched down as well, her skirt billowing across the floor.

Zhan Junyu had walked to the other side to study the mechanisms; the place was riddled with them, and potentially traps as well.

Back on his own turf, Ji Jingxi finally managed to shake off the oppressive tension that had followed him from the Duke of Xin’s estate.

As long as she, the Empress, remained, Noble Lady De’s influence would be capped regardless of how much favor she sought to win. If the Wuyas wanted to rise higher, it would only be possible if her son ascended to the throne. However, for the sake of her own mission, Shi Hui was determined not to let such a thing happen.

On another note, what kind of man would be so attentive as to keep track of a woman’s period and even go as far as to help her schedule her time?

The Moon is Earth’s satellite and the fifth-largest satellite in the Solar System. Its diameter is about one-quarter that of Earth, and its mass is approximately one-eighty-first of Earth’s.

Ye Zhixing watched the spectacle from the sidelines, observing the infighting with calm composure. She even picked up a slice of melon, just as Zhan Xiao had, and ate it in silence.

"Originally, the Medicine King Sect had a peerless genius. By the Void-Breaking Realm, he had already become an eight-star master, and was just a step away from advancing to a nine-star master!" Hu Qingyang said.

If that were not the case, why are there still vast regions in this world living under harsh conditions, lacking basic medical care?

Li Shaofan had tasked Elder Murong with drafting a plan for this before the war began, and he trusted that by this very moment, the plan had been perfected.

Tang Bingyu took the towel, her face flushing slightly as she looked at Yang Fangfang with embarrassment.

In the past, a simple thought was enough to exit the game, but now, no matter how many times Chen Fei tried, there was no response. Chen Fei was truly panicked now. Being trapped in the game was one thing—he could eventually find a way out—but this was different.

"Roar!" Gold light flashed frantically within the silver eyes of the Space Silver Fox. The surrounding space twisted violently, yet it could not hinder the Heavenly Silent Thunder Bead in the slightest. Wherever the terrifying deep purple mystic lightning passed, space itself collapsed, leaving behind jagged black fissures that healed only slowly.

Instead, one hundred and thirty thousand men were crowded together in chaos, all aiming in one direction and sprinting for their lives. Qin Shubao and Luo Cheng each led over twenty thousand troops—the only ones whose spirits hadn't been shattered by the combined Wei and Shu forces—to cover the retreat.

The first thing that caught the eye was a massive pillar shimmering with white light, reaching all the way to the highest point of the Nanyu Divine Temple. A spiral staircase wound around the pillar, clearly intended for viewing the bounty boards above.

"Break out in one direction! Instructors, take the perimeter! Move!" roared Yang Li, an instructor from the Nanyu Spirit Academy. He flicked his hand, and a fireball, resembling a small sun, rolled out, crushing the fire demons in its path.

After washing the dishes, I sat on the sofa to watch a soap opera with my older sister. It had been a long time since we’d watched TV together, especially in such a quiet, idle way. As expected, she was completely taken in by the cliché plot, crying her eyes out. I sat beside her, suppressing a smile while handing her tissues.

Watching Lucy walk away, I felt a vague heaviness in my chest, as if something were stuck there—neither rising nor falling—making me feel incredibly uncomfortable. The most frustrating part was that I didn't even know what had caused this feeling.

Around two or three in the afternoon, we arrived at the World Alliance. Before us lay nothing but crumbling ruins; the once-great city was now fragmented and broken. Even before we entered, I sensed a strange aura—a scent that could only belong to zombies.