Wen Xishu called Smith, but Smith didn't even remember the existence of the Ark.
He guessed...
Smith's synchronization rate had completely peaked. He was entirely assimilated by the fragments of Evil Land.
Behind him, there were the soldier Eliot and Jiru, the muscular black man—although not fully assimilated, one enjoyed the respect of many and the other felt like he'd arrived in paradise.
Yes, Jiru, this black-skinned muscular man, had become the darling of this city, or rather, this island of Evil Land fragments. Countless men tried to get Jiru's contact information.
Wen Xishu only felt that it was very surreal, but couldn't pinpoint what exactly was wrong.
Only Horn.
The blonde teenager in a wheelchair, after receiving Wen Xishu's call, said the following line:
"This world is very annoying. But I dare not keep hating it. It will attract certain things. Lord Wen Xishu, our time is running out."
Horn finally made Wen Xishu feel… that he wasn't the only normal one.
