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Chapter 307. Sang Xiaoxiao is Seriously Ill

Jiang Jianxin understood what intuition meant; in fact, that was what she thought too.

The advantages of using an alias become apparent at this point—if she were to assume the identity of Sword Master, and also carry the name of the Fool's Society, she might have to consider her own faction when supporting Rose's transportation.

But she's currently disguised as the Rainbow Witch, and supporting Rose Transportation is a perfect opportunity for her to make a name for herself.

After all, in war, both sides value making a name for themselves in a single battle.

"Ayu, give me directions, I want to go to the Green Abyss area."

She gave instructions to Ayu via Bluetooth.

"Okay, here's your travel route."

A loading beep sounded from the Bluetooth connection.

Jiang Jianxin thought the navigation was broadcast through his headphones, but three seconds later, a blue and white arrow symbol appeared on a huge screen in the distant city. The symbol was extremely eye-catching, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.

Immediately afterwards, billboards and all kinds of streetlights throughout the city lit up with the same logo.

The sight of thousands of signs changing patterns at the same time is magnificent and awe-inspiring.

"This is……"

Jiang Jianxin asked in confusion.

“I took over the city’s control system and connected multiple operating lines.”

Ayu said.

"This navigation method may make it easier for you to get to your destination."

Jiang Jianxin knew that A Yu was quite capable, but he didn't expect him to be this capable.

She stood up in amazement, took out her black broom, mounted it, and followed A-Yu's guidance on the road northward.

From noon to dusk, the golden sunlight was gradually swallowed by the leaden clouds. As the last ray of light disappeared, Ayu suddenly reminded him:

"You can take a break at the Rose Transit metro station—I don't recommend resting in your house in the city because the massacre has created many contaminated areas here."

"It could be dangerous to rest inside the house."

Jiang Jianxin glanced down and saw dark red bloodstains meandering across the asphalt of the city, while countless indistinct black shadows slowly wriggled on the blood pools.

Like tides manipulated by an invisible force, they rise and fall among the buildings, sometimes gathering into clusters, sometimes stretching into twisted ribbons.

It's obvious that these are the polluted areas that Ayu was talking about.

Jiang Jianxin squinted and estimated that the contaminated area was very large. The ground stained with blood was constantly rising and falling, as if something underground was trying to break through the soil.

Looking into the distance, the surging shadows and blood-red mist merged into one, and she couldn't see the end of it at all.

"Such a large contaminated area?"

She was a little surprised.

In her experience, although contaminated areas vary in shape, it is rare to find one of such an astonishing scale.

This scene inexplicably felt familiar to her, and a certain guess suddenly surfaced in her mind.

"...Is the flower field in a polluted area?"

Jiang Jianxin asked.

This is where she rescued her team members, so it left a particularly deep impression on her.

The crimson area spreading before us is the most common type of moss in the polluted area, codenamed "Sea of ​​Flowers".

This type of pollution has a notable characteristic: wherever there is a large amount of blood seeping into the ground, there is a possibility of flower field pollution.

However, this was the first time Jiang Jianxin had ever witnessed such a contiguous pollution belt spanning several urban areas.

"No wonder the bloodstains haven't faded after so long..."

She murmured to herself, her gaze sweeping over the still pristine, crimson ground.

"It turns out that it had long ago mutated into a polluted sea of ​​flowers."

Whenever Jiang Jianxin thinks of the moss-type pollution that pollutes the flower fields, his brows furrow involuntarily.

Although there are some guidelines to follow in dealing with this type of pollution, its tenacious ability to regenerate is truly a headache—as long as there is even a trace of blood, the pollution can reignite, making it one of the most difficult problems to eradicate.

Witnessing such a large-scale pollution zone firsthand, Jiang Jianxin lost almost all interest and had no desire to become a cleaner.

As night completely enveloped the earth, she followed the lights and entered a Rose Transit subway station illuminated with warm yellow lights.

She had assumed the city was deserted, but upon entering the subway station, she was surprised to find the passageway packed with people sitting side by side.

The survivors, like withered trees drained of life, huddled in dark corners, their thin backs pressed against the cold walls. Their eyes were cloudy and dull, like soulless shells, silently immersed in their own worlds.

Rose Transport’s subway station has become the last refuge in this dead city.

Jiang Jianxin pulled the brim of his black hood tighter, trying to blend himself into the group of haggard people.

Even in their unusual attire, they didn't seem out of place in this devastated environment.

She casually found a corner against the wall to sit down, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over her surroundings.

Almost everyone was staring intently at their phone screens, their expressions numb and empty.

She glanced at the nearest phone, which was showing Sang Xiaoxiao's live stream.

Time passed slowly in the oppressive silence.

About three or four minutes after she sat down, the live stream light suddenly went out.

Someone was muttering to themselves in the subway station:
"...Why did Lord Sang suddenly end the broadcast after only a short while today?"

"...Will it only be broadcast for a few minutes today?"

The discussions of these doubts were hushed. One by one, the homeless people put down their phones, and with trembling hands, they took out blackened and spoiled bread from their tattered bundles, mechanically chewing it bit by bit with murky water.

The dry, hard breadcrumbs fell from their chapped lips, leaving streaks on their stained clothes.

[Famous livestreamer Sang Xiaoxiao has been in poor condition lately, and her livestreaming frequency has been decreasing...]

This news headline suddenly popped into Jiang Jianxin's mind.

She recalled a discussion post she had seen on the forum before, where everyone was worried about Sang Xiaoxiao's decreasing number of live streams.

Seeing this scene now, it's as if I can hear the comments and speculations from those netizens again.

Sang Xiaoxiao's abilities had significant side effects. She was originally a slightly chubby girl, but because she had to do live streams to help poor people who couldn't afford to eat, she became even fatter.

Jiang Jianxin recalled the live stream that Sang Xiaoxiao had started to help her fight last time.

She later contacted Sang Xiaoxiao and learned that her former savior was in a heartbreakingly bad state.

Without saying a word, she transferred a large sum of money to Sang Xiaoxiao and sent her some precious medicine that she had bought at a high price, hoping to help her improve her health and at least prevent the side effects from continuing to erode her well-being.

But Sang Xiaoxiao just shook her head with a wry smile, saying that all of this was "useless".

Even so, she did not refuse Jiang Jianxin's kindness and politely accepted the transfer and medicine.

After that, Jiang Jianxin was so busy that he never had a moment to spare and never received any more news from Sang Xiaoxiao.

However, Jiang Jianxin has been quietly following up on Sang Xiaoxiao's situation through various channels.

She knew that the once radiant savior was now in a worsening state—the various complications caused by her excessive obesity alone were enough to keep her bedridden and struggling all day long.

At the forum, some scholars of the Light were worriedly analyzing that if Sang Xiaoxiao eventually died due to the side effects of her talent, it would mean the complete end of the "pre-savior era".

However, if a "post-savior" who can solve the famine problem does not appear in time, the world will probably fall into the abyss of turmoil again.

Jiang Jianxin didn't know how much longer that little girl could support this era of the former savior, nor did he know where the so-called "post-savior" was.

All she knew was that, despite being adored by millions, she felt utterly powerless in the face of this fragmented world.

[The answer is the truth. I've always wanted to ask: Could my treatment diary help Sang Xiaoxiao alleviate her symptoms?]

Jiang Jianxin asked intuitively.

The only time her playthroughs were related to redemption was the third playthrough.

There's no saving her; she's suffering from the backlash of side effects, not from an illness.

"Intuition tells me."

She was already at her limit; her efforts to save the world through live streaming ultimately couldn't bring salvation.

The absurd era of the former savior should finally come to an end.

Chronological order:

Transitional Era → Pre-Saviour Era → Dark Age → Post-Saviour Era → New Apocalyptic Era

The dividing line between the transitional era and the pre-savior era: the Dawn Campaign and Sang Xiaoxiao's rise to fame.

The dividing line between the pre-savior era and the dark age: the oligarchic power struggle begins, and Sang Xiaoxiao passes away.

The reason Sang Xiaoxiao can be seen as the dividing line between two eras is because she single-handedly supported the entire live-streaming cyber agriculture. When she was alive, she was able to save people from starvation; after her death, cyber agriculture declined, real-world agriculture could not produce enough food, and the world fell into famine and disaster.

The main storyline revolves around Jiang Jianxin, but Sang Xiaoxiao isn't explored in detail. This doesn't mean she isn't great; she's a protagonist in history, just a supporting character in Jiang Jianxin's life.