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Chapter 308. The Era of the Former Savior Ends
After spending the night huddled in a corner of the subway station, as dawn broke over the horizon, Jiang Jianxin set off on his journey to strangle Green Abyss.

As dusk enveloped the land once more, she had reached the outskirts of her destination.

Just as they were passing through the last area of ​​ruins, A-Yu's voice came through the Bluetooth:
"Administrator, urgent notification. Last night at 19:05, Ms. Sang Xiaoxiao, a blogger with hundreds of millions of followers, passed away due to malignant gastrointestinal bleeding. Ping An Forum has issued an official obituary."

"boom--!"

The deafening roar of the distant battlefield tore the night sky open with crimson ripples from the explosions.

Jiang Jianxin suddenly stopped in her tracks, her figure, suspended in mid-air, staggered slightly as she remembered the live stream that had suddenly gone offline last night.

"Did Sang Xiaoxiao... pass away last night?"

"Ah."

Ayu's voice came through the communicator, carrying the cold quality characteristic of electronic signals.

For some reason, a sour feeling suddenly welled up in my nose, and my heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand.

Memories surged like a tide—when I first met Sang Xiaoxiao, the slightly chubby girl, brimming with vitality, stood awkwardly at the edge of the crowd, her shoulders trembling slightly inside her clothes.

"...My mother...in order to find food for me..."

The girl's choked voice still seemed to echo in my ears:

"They beat her to death with sticks. When I found her body in the ditch, there was a piece of bread hidden in her pocket..."

The awakening of the "Miracle" pathway completely changed this girl. When the live stream camera turned on, "If one person is full, the whole family won't go hungry" became the last ray of light in the apocalyptic era.

Jiang Jianxin and Sang Xiaoxiao had actually met only a handful of times, but after suddenly receiving news of her passing, fragmented memories flashed through his mind, finally settling on a popular comment on a certain forum—

The true power of the "miracle" path lies not in reversing life and death itself, but in the fact that each chosen person will create a true miracle for this cruel world.

She had never verified the truth of this statement—after all, to date, the only person in the entire world who had witnessed a powerful individual through the "miracle" pathway was Sang Xiaoxiao.

But that chubby girl did indeed use the most inconspicuous and seemingly useless ability to build a dome of hope on the ruins.

Now, with her passing, the river of time has quietly diverged.

The afterglow of the pre-savior era has sunk into the river of history, and this current era, filled with war, has yet to be named, nor can anyone foresee where it will ultimately lead.

Jiang Jianxin could already smell the rusty scent of impending storm in the air.

"Why...why is this happening..."

She gazed at the blurry horizon in the distance and murmured softly. Only when her fingertips touched her cheek did she realize with a start that her face was already streaked with tears.

She remembered the girl named Della from the nightmare missile incident.

It turns out that many partings don't even have time to solemnly say "goodbye" before the two are separated by death.

In this era ravaged by war, friendships are often like unfinished letters; more often than not, they don't end with a perfect conclusion, but rather with ink suddenly cut off.

All that remains on the yellowed pages are those undeliverable thoughts and regrets.

Jiang Jianxin looked up at the orange-red sunset on the horizon.

It's like a soft ribbon, gently spreading across the sky, dyeing the broken clouds a honey-like color, so brilliant it's almost extravagant.

The sky is beautiful again today, but that girl will never see it again.

"Actually, I really wanted to attend her funeral."

Jiang Jianxin gazed at the shells exploding in the distance, his voice so soft it was almost swallowed by the smoke.

"If only there were no wars in the world," she murmured softly.

The evening breeze stirred up the rising smoke from the distant battlefield, shattering her voice in the heatwave.

Jiang Jianxin lowered her eyelashes and let out a long sigh.

She straddled the black broom, the golden flame-shaped straw tail wrapped around its end fluttering fiercely in the wind like a cluster of light that refused to be extinguished.

As a gust of wind swept by, she resolutely plunged into the depths of the smoke-filled battlefield.

……

In the first year after the end of the era of the former savior, the alliance between Dream Pavilion and Black Eye Pharmaceuticals tightened around the throat of Rose Group like a two-headed python.

With precise firepower suppression and resource blockade, they wove an impenetrable web of oppression in strategic locations.

The turning point came at dusk when the Rainbow Witch stepped onto the battlefield.

When the golden waves from the black broom swept away the smoke of battle for the first time, the previously tilted scales creaked as they flipped over—the powerful intervention of the new generation of superhumans dragged this unequal struggle into a stalemate.

Meanwhile, the passing of former savior Sang Xiaoxiao sparked a wave of collective mourning on the forum.

Those with a clear understanding of what kind of era she supported and why she deserves to be remembered forever are the ones who truly understand.

The Ping An Forum, affiliated with a well-known television station under the Bright Power Group, expressed its condolences in the most solemn manner—by changing its homepage to black and white and not updating it for seven consecutive days.

This simple and solemn page is like a huge electronic tombstone, representing the deepest respect from wise people who have seen through the times for the passing of great figures recorded in history.

Seven days later, just as Sang Xiaoxiao was to be laid to rest, an even more cruel disaster quietly swept across the world.

The previous war between Rose Group and Black Eye Pharmaceuticals, while revealing the latter's heinous acts of mass slaughter, had not yet allowed for a thorough condemnation of Black Eye Pharmaceuticals' atrocities when another terrifying piece of news dragged them into an even deeper abyss of despair—

The massacre by Black Eye Pharmaceuticals has led to a large-scale spread of the "flower sea" in the sphagnum moss-contaminated area.

This pollution, known as "sea of ​​flowers," not only creates new polluted areas by using the earth as a gateway, but also erodes the soil like a greedy glutton—land that was originally fertile and suitable for cultivation quickly loses its vitality, loses its fertility, and collapses in structure under its touch.

The already fragile and struggling agricultural production system after the apocalypse was completely destroyed by this sudden and devastating blow.

Within weeks, once fertile fields were turned into barren wastelands, and hunger spread from the wilderness to the towns, and from the countryside to the cities.

At first, only a few starving people tried to eat tree bark and swallow soil in their desperate situation, attempting to prolong their lives with these nutritionally worthless impurities.

However, as despair spread uncontrollably like ink dripping into clear water, the instinct for survival gradually crushed all the shackles of morality and dignity.

People began to lower their standards, from initially digging up grass roots and chewing grass stems to later fighting over rotten food, which eventually escalated into a horrifying cannibalistic tragedy in some areas.

The cold and cruel term "two-legged sheep" has unknowingly spread among the lower classes, becoming the most desperate reference to their fellow human beings.

According to Guangming scholars, this extreme phenomenon should have appeared on a large scale in the early stages of the apocalypse.

But Sang Xiaoxiao, single-handedly, postponed this critical point of human collapse until now.

Her passing, in a sense, not only marked the end of an era but also heralded the beginning of an even darker age.

This may be the cruel reality that society after the apocalypse should present—a world where the strong prey on the weak, devoid of humanity.

It is only because there was once a girl named Sang Xiaoxiao who supported this world with her light and kindness that this world has been able to maintain a trace of gentleness and human warmth over the long years.

Now, even that last glimmer of light has been extinguished.

The world then descended into complete chaos, entering the most terrifying Dark Ages.