A Cure for the Terminal Illness?

"Sevia: Yuzu, go to the south city. You know where I'll be."

"Congratulations to all players for clearing the world dungeon 'Terminal Illness Patient'."

"Dungeon world-view exploration: 100%"

"Main Quest 1: 'Reclaiming Pangard' completed."

"Main Quest 2: 'Sinner Who Watches the Kingdom' completed. Reward issued: 'Heart of Frenzied Loyalty'. Reward issued: Title 'Kingdom Watcher'."

"Side Quests: Subjugation of World Boss 'Yersin the Pest' completed; Subjugation of World Boss 'Kingdom Watcher' completed; Subjugation of World Boss 'Gnawing Gospel' completed; Subjugation of World Boss 'Incurable Crown' completed."

"All players combined completed 331 camp missions, occupied 729 outposts, and killed 423,096 gnawing-series monsters, 4,158 elite creatures, and lord-grade or higher creatures..：.：："

"Story Score: 1,000 (All main quests completed)"

"Exploration Score: 1,000 (Your footprints have covered every corner of the dungeon 'Terminal Illness Patient')"

"Battle Score: 1,000 (Reached the maximum battle score for the dungeon 'Terminal Illness Patient')"

"Comprehensive Evaluation Grade: S+ (All main quests completed, four world bosses successfully subjugated, captured over 95% of outposts, camp honor grade reached target, dungeon exploration perfect, battle score at maximum... ...)"

"Your hard work is obvious to all. Once again, thank you for your efforts. May you always be victorious and bathed in glory in the journeys ahead."

[Not Bad End — A Cure for the Terminal Illness? Recorded]

[Dungeon Evaluation: The plague ravaging the kingdom has been put on pause. The haze of death no longer hangs over the kingdom. The Incurable Crown was executed before the throne. The Kingdom Watcher was never able to return to her hometown. The once-prosperous kingdom is now ruined and desolate. The survivors mourn their dead relatives and friends in silence, placing a flower on their graves before setting off on a new journey with the newborn wandering girl.]

[It is undeniable that the seeds of the terminal illness are rooted in our hearts. Every one of us is a healer of the terminal illness, and likewise, every one of us is a terminal illness patient. In this day and age, from the moment of birth, everyone is endowed with countless expectations. Some may come from relatives, some from peers. Some are heroes who lead their clansmen back home, while others, from the moment they open their eyes, must search for the stranger that is themselves.]

[Admittedly, individuals are not absolutely independent; invisible bonds tie people closely to the era, society, and relationships. Yet, before the mirror of self-reflection, we always retain the right to choose.]

[So, this terminal illness seed ultimately comes from oneself. Just like its name, it is an incurable disease that people cannot eradicate. They will always make impulsive mistakes, always let down the expectations of others, fail to achieve self-satisfaction, and must face their imperfect selves time and time again.]

[Just as parting, regret, and remorse are always inseparable companions on the path of growth.]

[Since the shadow cannot be torn away, then simply cut it off.]

The cold broadcast voice was suddenly given warmth, as if someone in the dubbing studio had rushed over to take the microphone. A voice that was still slightly naive yet a bit raspy rang out.

"Even if the terminal illness can't be cured, then just don't take the medicine. We'll carry this seed forward, embrace our imperfect selves, and maintain an attitude of constant questioning. No longer troubled by complications, let's actively treat life as a series of staged treatments until the terminal illness flares up. Then, we can happily accept the critical illness notice."

"Cheer up. Tomorrow might get better, but the day after might be terrible. If you're unlucky tomorrow, things won't necessarily get better later. Looking at it another way, even for those who live grand, spectacular lives, aren't they just terminal illness patients like you? This slow-acting poison called H2O kills everyone equally."

"Lift the corners of your mouth. Yes, just like that, smile. You're going to have a love-hate relationship with this terminal illness for a long time. If you don't smile now, you might never be able to."

The announcer chuckled playfully.

"The past was suffering, and tomorrow might be unhappy. The incurable terminal illness is staring at us hungrily, but at least at this very moment, we are free. We can smile if we want to, and no one can stop us, right?"

"You have to be a bit happier today!"

Cleaning up the battlefield has always been an art.

You have to be careful of sneak attacks from enemies feigning death, deliver a finishing blow to those who aren't quite dead, and loot corpses cautiously. You can't be too flashy; if others see you picking up something good, you'll be no different from a little lamb falling into a pack of wolves.

At this moment, Akabane Tsubaki was using a small branch to pick through the corpses on the ground, staring intently for fear of missing any item.

Upon spotting a valuable treasure, the girl's eyes sparkled. She hurriedly bent down to pick it up and blew the dust off with a series of quick puffs.

"You are the vice president of Light-Chaser Garden."

A cold voice came from behind, startling Akabane Tsubaki so much that she nearly dropped her 'Witch-Gu Bear Doll' on the ground. Turning around, she saw Angelina walking toward her. The silver-haired girl calmly walked up to a pile of monster corpses and thrust her long spear downward!

A figure hiding there was so frightened that he stopped pretending to be dead. Giving up on his plan to ambush the red-haired girl, he scrambled out and tried to flee, only to have his chest pierced by the lance Angelina threw.

He was a remnant member of the Silent Sequence.

Looking around, the hunt for the Silent Sequence across the entire city was still ongoing. Smiling Jazz had been killed, and even though the others tried to organize a resistance, they were soon surrounded and routed by the alliance. Even if they could leave Pangard, they would never be able to stir up trouble again.

The era of the Silent Sequence had ended. The former overlord had become a street rat that everyone despised, a truly lamentable sight.

"No one is going to compete with you,"

Angelina said as she walked past Akabane Tsubaki, dropping those words casually.

"I'm just being safe..."

Akabane Tsubaki held the bear doll and pouted as she watched the girl walk away.

She wasn't stupid; she could naturally tell the girl was mocking her, but she didn't care. This was the first time the other had initiated a conversation with her. Even if the other looked down on her, they were finally speaking.

Even ice melts a little bit, right?

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The Alliance's second meeting was finalized in a flurry of activity. Light-Chaser Garden took over the seat of the Silent Sequence, becoming the leader and inheriting seventy percent of the Silent Sequence's legacy. Until the reconstruction of Pangard was complete, the Alliance would maintain the city's security and order.

Xu Xiaoyou walked out of the meeting room. The guild leaders passing by greeted her one after another, and some even respectfully handed over invitations to galas. Only Perseus looked a bit unwell; when he saw her, he merely nodded and left in a hurry without any small talk, likely because of Sevia.

In the end, she had used the [Moon-Trace Time-Hibiscus] to reset the state of the "Incurable Crown," and Sevia had killed the old king at the same time in reality. The system ultimately attributed the credit to her, which was only logical.

Light-Chaser Garden had made a name for itself through this battle, standing head and shoulders above the rest with 1,000,000 occupation points. They received massive investment for development and attracted countless top players to join.

Even now, the headline 'Light-Chaser Garden Reaches the Top' was still pinned to the trending posts on the world forum.

She had also proven herself through this campaign. Even though she was still only grade 3, the voices of doubt had almost completely vanished.

Her Light-Chaser Garden was not what it used to be. Having merged a massive amount of capital and recruited countless top-tier talents, it was only a matter of time before it grew into a behemoth like the Silent Sequence, even if it just developed steadily from here on out.

Standing alone on high ground, overlooking her own statue being erected in the center of the city's main square, surrounded by a crowd of admirers casting worshipful glances, Xu Xiaoyou's lips curled up involuntarily.

The statue was carved by the most skilled craftsmen in all of Oasis. Every line, every stone crevice, and every detail was vivid and lifelike.

It was almost a one-to-one replica of her appearance.

Barring any accidents, she would forever become a milestone in the history of Oasis.

Xu Xiaoyou shrugged her shoulders and shook her head helplessly.

"It's alright, it looks about ninety percent like me. Unfortunately, it still couldn't perfectly capture my beauty."