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"For Zhenba City, that day was lucky because Lord Miao just happened to be in their city,"

"For Lord Miao, that day was unlucky; before going there, she probably never imagined it would be the last day of her life,"

"The fixed event arrived too quickly,"

"By the time Lord Miao realized it, the event had already begun,"

"The whole Zhenba City fell into a communication blackout, and many people started praying for the city's inhabitants, although they knew there was almost no hope. This was the first descent of 'Sea of Human Suffering', fixed event number 11,"

"Before this, the event had never occurred,"

"People's understanding of this event was limited to its name and number, a designation not assigned by people, but inherent to it,"

"The difficulty of fixed event number 11 can be imagined,"

"In the end—"

Yuan Buping paused for a moment before turning his head towards the solemn crowd: "In less than a day, Zhenba City had reestablished contact, and the approximate death, injury, and missing persons count was 370,000,"

"A high number,"

"But for Zhenba City, which had been baptized by event number 11, it was already a very small number, and the fact that the city was not annihilated was a miracle,"

"It was then that people realized that at that time, Lord Miao could have escaped. After all, being the top-ranked person in the entire Federation, she had enough capability to not die so easily,"

"But... she knew that if she left, two to three million people in the city would die there,"

"But if she stayed, there might be a glimmer of hope,"

"So she stayed,"

"In the end, the city survived the event number 11 at the cost of 370,000 lives, but Lord Miao died in the incident. As Zhenba City restored communication, this news was quickly spread,"

"And a video that Lord Miao had accidentally left for her parents at the time of making her decision became her last words and was widely circulated,"

"To commemorate Lord Miao, people flocked to the cemeteries surrounding various cities to pay tribute to the hero who sacrificed herself for two to three million ordinary people,"

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Chen Miao said nothing, only his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he looked at the video Yuan Buping had sent him,

At the same time the video flashed with white light,

He saw a black screen, enveloping the entire city like an eggshell, turning the whole sky black, with not a single natural light source, all the city's lighting came from artificial sources,

On the rooftop of a high building,

A woman was facing the camera silently,

Yes,

A woman,

He hadn't expected the top-ranked Lord Miao of the Federation to be a woman, even though the name "Miao" sounded somewhat feminine, the word "Lord" had always made him assume Lord Miao was a man, possibly even something like the boss of the Black Society,

Not only was she a woman,

But she was also quite petite, about 155cm tall, with a pretty face dusted with a hint of grime, standing silently in the cold winter on the rooftop in a camisole dress, looking like a CG from a game,

"Dad,"

The woman suddenly spoke to the camera, her red lips parting slightly: "I've decided to stay. I'm a bit scared. Fixed event number 11, everything is unknown, I don't know what I will face,"

"But I know what will happen if I leave,"

"Millions will die here,"

"I'm afraid of death, but I'm more afraid of millions of souls haunting my dreams, asking me why I ran away,"

"You once told me that with great power comes great responsibility, and not to become so strong, you didn't want me to take on too much,"

"And mother, if I can't make it back, please tell my sister not to be too upset, but she shouldn't not be upset at all or I'll be upset,"

It was apparent that the woman in the video was somewhat scared; her voice trembled slightly. To make the number one ranked person in the Federation feel fear, one could imagine how oppressively daunting fixed event number 11 was,

"Right—"

Her voice paused for a moment, then she looked up at the increasingly thick black screen overhead and whispered: "Remember to use the name Lord Miao on my tombstone, not my real name,"

"Changing my name to Lord Miao on all the major leaderboards cost me quite a bit,"

"I like everyone calling me Lord Miao,"

"It sounds authoritative,"

The video abruptly ended, leaving only a snow-white screen, and what happened next is not hard to imagine,

Zhenba City survived,

Lord Miao died,

"..."

Chen Miao said nothing, just looking with admiration toward the citizens who had come to pay their respects, becoming a little bit more understanding of why these people had come to the suburban cemetery in such cold weather,

Such a person was worth their tribute,

Asking himself honestly, if he were in Lord Miao's place, he couldn't lay down his own life to save the lives of an entire city,

It was precisely because he couldn't do it that he admired Lord Miao's behavior even more.

Most couldn't do it either.

That's why so many citizens came spontaneously to pay tribute to the martyred Lord Miao.

There's a huge amount of news coming out of the Federation every day, and perhaps people would soon forget about Lord Miao, but he believed that Zhenba City would never forget this Supernatural who sacrificed himself to save their town. Explore more adventures at empire

Even Hungry Monkey had tears welling up in his slightly reddened eyes. Although he was now a Supernatural, he still had the mindset of an ordinary person; he knew all too well how hard it was for normal people to live in this world.

A top-tier Supernatural willing to give up his life just to save them, the ordinary people, made him feel all the more empathy for their plight.

"Let's set up a tombstone,"

Chen Miao instructed softly to the crowds not far away: "Use Lord Miao's signature, at least give these people a proper place to pay their respects."

"Yes."

Yuan Buping nodded quickly in response.

At that moment, several men in black suits stood with their hands behind their backs at the entrance to the Eternal Cemetery, their faces stern as if they were maintaining order at the site, making the entire tribute process look more formal, as if it were organized by the government.

In fact, when Yuan Buping first learned the purpose of these people's visit, his first reaction was to drive them away. What a joke—it was the Tomb Guardian's lair here. Letting these people in would expose all their secrets.

But after fully understanding their intentions,

he hesitated.

It was a matter of public sentiment. If any conflict arose at this time, it would likely make the headlines very soon, and as Chen Miao's man, it would certainly have a great impact on Miao's reputation. If someone with an agenda tried to pull something, Lord Miao's position as the representative of Fengtian City might be forced to be vacated.

For safety's sake, he acquiesced to it all.

However, he immediately informed Zhou Shen, asking him to bring people over. Zhou Shen also quickly grasped the seriousness of the issue, placing many flowers at the entrance of the cemetery so that people paying tribute afterward would place flowers at the entrance and would not enter it any further.

"Eternal Cemetery" was a public cemetery operated by society.

The majority of its graves were purchased by the government and contained unclaimed bodies that had been placed there, year-round unvisited, with no one to claim them—how could they be paid tribute to? Only a minority of chambers were sold to some citizens.

As for why the government would spend money on graves to house unclaimed bodies, that's not an easy thing to talk about.

There were actually better ways to deal with it, whether cremation or otherwise.

But... such procedures hardly generate much profit.

The shorter the process, the less the money.

...

"Miao."

At that time—

Zhou Shen came over, and seeing Chen Miao looking towards the citizens at the entrance of the cemetery, he was about to say something by way of explanation when Chen Miao waved his hand and shook his head: "I know, it's okay, you guys have handled this matter quite well."

But just as Chen Miao was about to say something more, he suddenly froze in place. A notification panel popped up before his eyes.

"Ding—"

"On November 24th, at 22:21, a Hell Bus with license plate Feng·GA182 originating from Fengtian City successfully collected tickets from all passengers on board."

"You have been detected as the best ticket seller in history."

"The next Hell Bus originating from Zhenba City is about to depart, and we wish to invite you as the ticket seller for this trip. In return, we will pay you a generous reward."

"The following is the list of passengers for this trip's Hell Bus—"

"Zhang Meiling, Zhou Wansheng, Lord Miao..."

"Do you accept the invitation?"

"..."

As soon as the notification panel popped open, Chen Miao unconsciously gaped; he saw a very familiar name in the passenger list—Lord Miao.

The very same Lord Miao who had just died.

He knew only certain people had the right to be passengers on the Hell Bus, those who had died but still harbored strong unresolved regrets. Only by helping them resolve their inner regrets could they proceed normally into reincarnation.

But what regret could Lord Miao have?

Generally speaking, most of the regrets he encountered were due to being murdered.

Reason told him that the difficulty of this Hell Bus must be very high. It's not every time that a Hell Bus has Supernaturals as passengers. Hell Buses indeed run on a fixed schedule.

But they depart several times a day.

In only a few special cases would Supernaturals board, and in most situations, the buses simply leave quietly, taking the souls of the city's wronged dead back.

But why was he invited this time?

He boldly guessed that if, in the absence of Supernaturals or a ticket seller, how would the bus collect tickets from its passengers, that is, resolve their inner regrets?

That they would invite him this time, there's a high chance they believed the bus lacked the confidence to resolve the regrets of the passengers on this trip.

He couldn't fathom the specific reason.

But he had an inkling that if he chose to reject the invitation, he might miss out on a lot, things of great importance to him. This was an intuition without any specific reason.