‘Everything is for my father.’

Reaffirming her determination, the woman crossed the castle walls and finally entered the capital.

“Uuuh….”

“Uuuh….”

“Gguu…. Aaah….”

Zombies, wandering around in search of prey, noticed the woman. However, instead of rushing towards her, they didn’t obstruct her path and even stepped aside, as if Moses had parted the sea, creating a clear path.

If there were any living people witnessing this scene, they would undoubtedly find it suspicious. Unfortunately, there were no living people anywhere other than the woman’s destination.

So, even though the woman, who looked like a ‘human,’ smoothly passed through the zombies, there was no problem.

Sherry Damon was puzzled when she saw Rinstead enveloped in mist due to her ability, but it was nothing more than smoke.

The culprit behind the zombie incident wanted the ‘person’ he sent to arrive safely at the Kitten Duke’s residence without anyone noticing.

The woman, who was a human-like figure according to the culprit’s wishes, successfully escaped from Rinstead without being affected by Sherry’s ability.

The fog that covered Rinstead would disappear only after the woman arrived at her destination, the Kitten Duke’s residence.

“By now, I hope she has arrived.”

A silver-haired man sitting on a smooth leather couch muttered.

He was still residing in Rinstead’s lordship, quite casually.

Despite having cut off the breath of his siblings and relatives, the man felt no sense of guilt.

“As expected, walking takes a long time. Now that we’re finally approaching the capital….”

He sipped golden liquor and watched the progress of his work displayed through the system window with enthusiasm.

For the impatient man, the past few days were incredibly boring.

‘In my heart, I wanted to use magic to move the Duke’s residence at once.’

However, that was not allowed.

The ‘it’ pretending to be human had to show itself as a revived being after going through all sorts of hardships.

Otherwise, it might arouse suspicion among other survivors.

If there was no plausible reason, the man he intended to kill might realize that the woman was not a living person but a spirit already dead.

In that case, the effort to revive the unpleasant woman would be in vain.

There was no better plan than to create chaos in the minds of survivors using ‘it.’ It was suitable to thrust the person receiving divine protection and love into a crisis of death. Since the woman, who seemed to have died, had returned, whoever led the survivors would be bewildered.

The remaining humans would harbor false hope after seeing ‘it.’ Perhaps there might be a way to turn those who turned into zombies back to normal.
Just the thought of it made the man’s entire nervous system tingle with excitement.

“Apparently, we have to deal with those who are about to die. Destroying the world is truly a challenging task, isn’t it…?”

The man, who had a considerable drinking capacity, stretched out his words without being intoxicated by alcohol. Amidst the silence that had fallen over Rinstead’s lordship, only one living human existed. There was no one to listen to the man’s muttering, yet he continued with words that no one would hear due to his boredom.

“I thought this time would be easier, but an even more amazing variable has appeared. I didn’t want to confirm that the gods who still oversee this world exist in this way.”

The man emitted a gloomy, creaking laughter.

His laughter resembled the sobbing of a ghost.

The eerie and grotesque laughter of the man with silver hair and white skin beyond the window sparkled under the moonlight.

More fitting than a sinister wish to destroy the world was the sight of a man with a single flower. He seemed like a fallen angel wandering the surface after being banished from heaven.

The man, who had been rolling around on the leather couch like a wanderer, suddenly stopped his sinister chuckle.

“If you loved this world so much that you couldn’t abandon it, you shouldn’t have driven me to madness like this.”

His voice, as sharp as a well-honed blade, would never reach the gods on the other side whom he hated.

Knowing this, the man still muttered to himself as if they could hear it.

“This time, things won’t go as you wish. I’ve become stronger, and if there’s an attempt to turn back time again, I have the knowledge to prevent it.”

He thought that gods were flawless beings with no gaps.

However, he discovered otherwise by finding a treasure hidden by the gods for Caladia’s bloodline.

“Foolishly, thanks to the knowledge left by the same god, I might be able to destroy the world this time.”

A crimson status window appeared above the man’s hand like blood.

This status window was the result of seizing knowledge through exploitation.

Dozens of status windows surrounded his field of vision.

Inside, there were yellow letters written vividly.

〔Corrupted Code: Allow access of ¿Unknown_virus?〕

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