Chapter 40: It is Merely an Impulsive Thought

The black-haired young man, who just got whipped, stood up and spat at Efran and his men’s direction. He then turned and looked at Chu Nan with discontentment. “What’s wrong with you? Right now, everyone is trying their best not to enter Dolunga City. Why are you even here?”

“Trying their best not to enter? Why? Come here, I’ll treat your injury.”

In order to avoid his shocking spatial bracelet from being seen, Chu Nan carried several bottles of Human Grade potions by his side from when he was in Heaven Forest.

“Why? Don’t you know about it?” The young man came to Chu Nan’s side and whispered softly. “There’s currently a plague in the city. The plague is so fatal that once you get infected, you are basically as good as dead. People who are stuck here can only wait for their death! Forget about my injuries, I’ll be dying anyway.”

“A plague? But that doesn’t seem right.” Chu Nan asked in puzzlement, “Those knights seem to be people with status and could it be that they…”

“Them?” The young man revealed a disgusted smile. “Didn’t you see the faint glow on their bodies? That’s a light blessing scroll from the Temple of Light. With that, they can resist the plague and can even cure those infected by it.”

“Since it can cure those infected, then why the Temple of Light…”

The young man used a strange gaze to size up Chu Nan. “Are you someone from the Shengyuan Continent? Why are you so clueless about everything? When the plague first started, the Temple of Light was the first to respond and promptly tried to save the masses. However, those nobilities and rich merchants quickly sweeped the majority of the light blessing scrolls from the market, starving the rest of us from any protection against such plague. Right now, the only thing the Temple of Light could do was to dispatch large numbers of priests to enter Dolunga City in hopes of curbing the plague from spreading while curing those infected. In order to do that, even the saintess of the Temple of Light was dispatched. However…”

The young man’s smile carries traces of bitterness. “The plague has affected a staggering amount of 500 thousand people, and from the looks of the current situation, they can only delay the death of everyone. As for the eradication of the plague… unless they activate a forbidden spell that is said to require the sacrifice of tens of thousands of senior priests, then perhaps all the citizens of this city could be saved.”

Chu Nan clicked his tongue in derision. Even though he did not know the scale of the Temple of Light, it was basically impossible for them to sacrifice the lives of tens of thousands of senior priests regardless of how powerful they were.

“Why am I telling you all these?” The young man smiled and shook his head. “Follow me, I’ll bring you to Uncle McCullen to let him see how long you trio can survive for.”

“Little boy, my name is Chu Nan. What’s yours?” Chu Nan took his time and patiently followed behind the young man. As for the plague, he did not care much about it. There was no illness a Heaven Grade potion was unable to cure, and if worse comes to worse, he still had several healing-type magic scrolls inside the spatial bracelet. Therefore, the plague was nothing to his eyes.

“Lin Nianbing.” The young man answered.

“Oh, your name…” Chu Nan was somewhat shocked. The black-haired young man unexpectedly had a name that seemed to have originated from the east. It was completely different from those blond knights he had encountered earlier on whose names were from western origins.

“What’s wrong?” Lin Nianbing asked.

Chu Nan smiled and said, “Nothing much. Oh right, McCullen is a priest?”

“He’s not.” Lin Nianbing answered. “I don’t know what he does for a living, but I know he should be quite powerful? I know that because even that arrogant Efran would keep his behavior in check in front of McCullen.”

Chu Nan’s eyes brightened. He didn’t expect he would encounter such a strange person even in such a situation.

After walking through several streets, everyone Chu Nan saw were all infected by the plague, some of them were suffering from sores and pusses were oozing out from the wounds on their faces and skin. There were even some who coughed out blood with deathly pale faces. The liveliness in the city seemed to have died out with so many of the citizens just waiting for their inevitable death.

Chu Nan had the urge to take out his potions and save all these poor souls, but he feared that they, who were threatened by death with no hope in sight, would behave out of line in order to obtain the cure in a moment of excitement.

After all, even if he were to take out all of Heaven, Earth and Human Grade potion, he couldn’t possibly cure all 500 thousand people. Moreover, what about his safety after he finished up all those potions? Even if he did not think about his safety, what should he do about those who did not get treated?

As they walked past another street, the state of the people here were even more severe, and children were basically non-existent here.

Children, who were of several months old, had already passed away as their entire bodies rotted from the inside out. Even then, mourning mothers would still keep their dead child within their arms, as if to shield them from the plague.

The hopelessness shown in the eyes of everyone was evident. Moans of people who were tortured by the pain inside their body rang inside their ears, giving the illusion that one was near thousands of wailing spirits.

Chu Nan repeatedly hypnotized himself, for fear that he would succumb to his boiling emotions and bring out all of the potion to save everyone in a moment’s kindness. “I’m not Lei Feng[1]. I’m not him, I’m not Tang Sanzang, I’m not the Goddess of Mercy.”

Chu Nan believed himself to be neither a good person nor a bad person. He was just the average person who would sometimes be selfish and cheat others for his own benefit.

Whenever he watched TV and saw a touching scene, he would also drop a few tears due to the plight of the character shown by the show.

“I’m not the Goddess of Mercy, I’m not… I’m-f*ck it! There has to be a limit of one’s selfishness! Even if I’m not the Goddess of Mercy or a kind hearted man, I’m still human!”

On the quiet streets, Chu Nan suddenly slapped himself on the cheek, Lin Nianbing along with his two bodyguards who were walking by his side were all dumbstruck. They had no idea why Chu Nan just gave himself a resounding slap to his own face.

‘I’ll leave a few bottles for my personal use and bring out everything else.’ Chu Nan quickly came to a decision as he reached out to the Heaven Grade potion he kept in order to deal with unexpected situations.

“The God of Light shall be with you.”

A gentle and sweet voice that would make people feel an indescribable sense of peace suddenly sounded from the other end of the street.

[1] A soldier that is a model of altruism and dedication in China