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Chapter 82: The Truth Behind Hallow Village’s Case

Chapter 82: The Truth Behind Hallow Village’s Case

[Research Institute, An Hour Before Code 3]

The professor and his assistants had finished skimming through all the case files and noticed something odd.

[Case File No. X34:Hallow Village Famine Case]

[Relocation Successful: Mount Y, Country Z, New Village Name No. 23TE]

[Last Journal Entry (No. 190): The government was able to bid on a plot of land for the victims of famine and send funds for infrastructure, agricultural, livelihood assistance...]

After the villagers were relocated, there was no follow-up update on their well-being; not even a single picture was taken, and this was the last report ever written, which was strange considering this case had gained quite a bit of global fame.

The media would clamor to the relocation site to dig up news to write their articles, but none have ever managed to have a picture of the said new village. None had even stated that they were able to encounter a villager.

The odder thing was that this matter was not debated in the media and was forgotten after a week.

They could understand that the media was not yet advanced a century ago, but there should be at least one photograph, even if it’s black and white.

"I remember that there was an abrupt terrorist attack on a city, and these terrorists held civilians as hostages just a week after this case, and it became the new global headline. This was probably the reason why the village case gains only short attention." One of the assistants spoke.

The professor had a bad feeling about the assistant’s statement. He hoped the terrorist attack was just a mere coincidence and not an effort on the government’s side to cover up for something.

"Professor Wei, I found something weird with the soil sample in the greenhouse." Someone burst inside the room and reported.

The professor stood up and hurriedly followed the assistant to the desk, where a row of microscopes was set. The rest also followed them.

"It’s this one, professor." The assistant pointed to the middle, which was beside a pot of withered. He recognized it and smacked the assistant’s head.

"What did you do to our experimental subject?" The professor cried and went to hug the pot.

This lad actually dared to kill the only surviving plant!

The Professor took off one of his slippers and smacked the young man’s butt. "Now where am I going to find another plant?"

The young man hurriedly blocked it with his hands before explaining. "It wasn’t me, but the soil. Something moved from it, and the plant withered seconds later."

The other assistants that were watching their antics widened their eyes at his words.

The professor stopped spanking him and shoved the pot before leaning on the lenses of the microscope, and there he saw tiny green microscopic thread-like worms moving in the soil. "This is...but why didn’t it show up before and only now?"

The other assistants instantly voiced their scientific opinions, and one particular assumption made them shiver.

"Could it be that this unknown microscopic species is a parasite that feeds on nutrients in the soil and plants? The main reason for the sudden famine in Hallow village and in the Metropolitan Base is that, if I’m correct, the soil of every inch of the planet is contaminated by it."

Every person in the room was a top-notch expert in their field, and they could understand the underlying threat of the theory.

The professor gulped after realizing the person’s conjecture made sense.

"Write the report immediately and send it to the directors," he ordered with utter urgency.

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The whole population of the base was more than fifteen thousand, six thousand of which were ability users, and four thousand were ordinary people belonging to the army, currently distributed sporadically on the defense wall.

The officers lit up the torches and illuminated the surroundings with the spot lights to give the people a vision of the battle.

Ten thousand individuals instantly saw the seas of Undead, and their legs weakened.

Some even climbed down from the wall to join the evacuees, but the grandmothers saw these cowards and each mocked them for being a ’chicken’,

Thus, the ego-filled men climbed the walls again with their blushed cheeks.

While other elderlies were arguing with the guards and Gong Panli, trying to join those people on the wall.

"Why can’t you let me through? I can still wield a hoe and kill a few monsters!" An old man complained while clutching his garden hoe with his trembling hands. His beady eyes squinted while facing the children.

"Grandpa!" The children face-palmed and turned the grandpa in the direction of the guards.

The guards: "..." With your failing eyesight and trembling form, do you still want to kill monsters? Heck no!

This does not end here. Some had even tied their chests and backs with the lids of the pots, serving as armor.

If the lid was not in the shade of silver but instead green, the guards would think they were the old version of ninja turtles. They only lacked green masks.

Not only that, some wore actual pots on their heads as head gear.

Damn! So innovative!

Just then, when it wasn’t going to get weirder, the crowd parted, making way for someone.

After a few seconds, the guards and Gong Panli saw a grandpa with a large wok on his back.

"..."

"I’m ready!" The old man shouted, and those that let him pass through were covered with soot stains because of the wok’s butt.

The other saw his back armor, and they were inspired to pry the woks in the canteen and the public kitchen after finding their current armor very lame.

"Damn, why didn’t I think of that?"

"Old Gan! You’re so cool!"

Old Gan did a few moves and almost slipped due to the heavy weight of the wok, but he quickly recovered when the crowd’s praise became louder.

"Stop. It’s dangerous out there." Gong Panli and the guards instantly blocked their ways. They were unable to calm the enthusiastic ninja turtle wannabes until the sky changed.

The grandparents and children saw the meteors raining down and were amazed.

"The heavens are helping us!" They shouted in glee and beat each other’s turtle shells with their kitchen weapons. "We’re saved!"

There were also those who struck Old Gan’s wok. The old man was unable to bear the force and was swayed.

"Ahh!"

Gong Panli and the guards quickly helped him before he fell flat and became a true turtle.

"I’m sorry Old Gan!" The culprit apologized.