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Each monk carries a shovel with them, symbolizing their duty to bury the dead with proper ceremony and ensure that their souls do not get lost.

Brotherhood members also wear a small bottle containing water from the holy spring of Blessed Light Island.

They call it the Tears of Life, and this little bottle symbolizes another of their responsibilities - to save lives and heal the wounded.

However, no matter how hard Yorick tried, he could not gain acceptance and recognition from the other monks.

For them, the philosophy that could only be understood by converting to faith became a tangible thing in him.

They were disgusted by his abilities, the things he sensed that would take them a lifetime to understand.

Yorick was alienated from his brothers and became alone again.

One morning, Yorick was attending to his daily duties in the cemetery when suddenly a dark cloud broke into his sight. The cloud rolled on the ground of Blessed Light Island, swallowing up everything.Yorick tried to escape, but the clouds soon engulfed him, shrouding him in shadow.

Yorick looked around. All living things were withering and twisting, corrupted and corrupted by the evil magic of the black mist.

Humans, animals, and even plants transformed into hideous, ghoul-like forms.

The strong wind in his ears whispered, and the nearby brothers began to tear at the small bottles filled with healing water hanging around their necks, as if these small bottles were causing them great pain.

After a while, Yorick was horrified to find that the souls of these monks had been pulled out of their bodies, leaving only cold and pale corpses.

Amidst the heart-rending wails of his brothers, Yorick alone heard the voice in the mist.

"Throw it away. Join us. We will become one."

He felt his fingers tighten around the vial hanging around his neck.

Yorick used all his willpower to force himself to loosen his hands and order the howling souls to quiet down.The black mist rolled violently, and darkness overwhelmed him.

When Yorick woke up, he found that the surroundings were calm, the once fertile land had turned into a strange and desolate hellscape, and Blessed Island had become Shadow Island.

A lone wisp of black mist followed him, trying to take away the only living creature that had not been corrupted.

Although the black mist tightly surrounded him, Yorick found that as long as the tentacles of the black mist touched the vial in front of his neck, they would immediately bounce back.

He held the bottle of blessed water tightly and suddenly realized that his survival was all because of the existence of this bottle of water.

Over the next few days, Yorick scoured the islands searching for survivors, but found only twisted remains.

Wherever he went, he saw miserable souls rising from the dead.

By searching for survivors, Yorick began to slowly guess the cause of the disaster: a king came here to resurrect his queen, but accidentally destroyed the islands and everything on them.

Yorick hopes to find the "Ruined King" and reverse the curse he has cast.

But facing the almost endless death around him, he felt small and powerless.

Yorick, almost overcome by grief, begins talking to the spirits around him, hoping to find solace like he did as a child.

Unexpectedly, every time he communicated with the mist around him, corpses crawled out of the graves and followed his voice.He realizes that the bodies he once buried are now obeying his orders.

A glimmer of hope appeared in his despairing heart.

In order to transcend the dead of the Shadow Isles, Yorick will use the strengths and powers of the dead themselves.

In order to end the curse, he had to take advantage of it.

"Help," the sailor of the sinking ship begged.

Yorick could not guess how long the survivor lay here, with multiple fractures and blood flowing across the wreckage.

His wailing was loud, but it was completely covered up by the voices of countless innocent souls on the island.A whirlpool of ghosts lingers around him. The dying life attracts them like a beacon in the darkness. Fresh souls are the food they always crave.

The man's eyes widened in horror.

He should indeed be terrified.

Yorick had seen the black mist take away wandering souls, and he was a warm living person, a rare thing on the Shadow Island.

How long has it been since Yorick - 100 years? ——Have you ever seen a living creature?He could feel the mist shaking behind him and wanted to greet the stranger with an icy embrace.

But the sight before him aroused something that Yorick had long forgotten. This vague feeling made Yorick unwilling to give up this life.The strong monk lifted the injured man on his shoulders and led him towards the ancient temple on the mountain.

Yorick studied the wounded man's face, groaning in pain with every step he took.

Why have you come here, living creature?

After climbing to the top of the mountain, Yorick took his guests through several corridors and finally came to an old medical hospital.

He placed the injured man on a huge stone platform and examined his injuries.The man had most of his ribs broken and one of his lungs had collapsed.

"Why waste time?"

asked a group of deep voices, and the mist behind Yorick spoke in unison.

Yorick said nothing.He left the stone platform and came to a heavy door at the back of the hospital.

The door was difficult to push open, and his hand only left prints on the thick dust.He pressed his shoulder against the main door panel and leaned in with all his strength.

"No matter how hard you try, it's just in vain." Misty said jokingly. "Leave it to us."

Yorick once again responded to them with contemptuous words, and finally pushed the door open.

Heavy oak scraped against the temple's stone tiles, and a back room was filled with scrolls, herbs, and bottles.

Yorick stared intently at the remnants of his life, trying to remember how to use them.

He picked up a few familiar-looking things—the bandages, which had turned yellow and become brittle, and the ointment, which had dried and solidified—and then returned to the stone platform to tend to the injured man.

"Leave him alone," Misty said. "He was already ours when he came to the beach."

"Quiet!" Yorick snapped.

The people on the stone platform were breathing hard now.Yorick knew time was running out and he tried to bandage his wounds, but the rotting bandages fell apart as soon as they were tied.

His breathing became shorter and shorter, and he suddenly had a convulsion.

He grasped Yorick's hand in agony and desperation.Yorick knew there was only one thing that could save his life.

He twisted open the crystal vial in front of his neck and thought about the water of life inside.There's very little left.

Yorick wasn't sure if that was enough to save the man, and even if it was... Yorick had to face reality.

The act of rescuing people was just a reminder of his past life, when this cursed place was still called Blessed Light Island.The soul in the fog was laughing at him, the ruthless reality was laughing at him.

This man is already dead, and if Yorick uses the Tears of Life, he himself will be dead too.He tightened the vial and hung it around his neck.

Yorick stepped back from the dais, watching the man's chest rise and fall one last time.

Black mist filled the room, and the evil spirit stretched out its black claws eagerly.The mist trembled eagerly, drawing the souls of the dead from their bodies.It let out a weak howl and was instantly devoured by its new owner.

Yorick stood motionless in the room and uttered a prayer from vague memory.

He looked at the body on the stone platform, bitterly remembering the task he had yet to complete.As long as the Curse of Ruin lasts, anyone who comes to the archipelago will meet the same fate.

He must bring peace to the cursed archipelago, but after years of searching, he finds only rumors and whispers of the Ruined King.

He needs answers.

Yorick made a gesture, and a wisp of mist poured into the body.

After a while, it sat up from the stone platform with almost no self-awareness.But it can see, it can hear, it can walk.

"Help me," Yorick said.

The corpse staggered out of the door of the medical clinic, and its slow footsteps echoed in the empty hall of the temple.

It walked into the miasma of the cemetery, passing rows of empty shells of graves.

Yorick watched as the corpse walked towards the center of the island, one step at a time, and finally disappeared into the mist.Maybe this one can come back with the answer.

"Foego the Ruined King?"

Aphelios had never heard of this man.

Robin leaned closer to him and gestured twice on the deck.

He drew a rough map, pointed to the east and said:

"Few people know about that eastern country. Its land is far away overseas, and its name has long been lost in the long river of time along with the ruins scattered along the coastline.

Fewer still have heard of the young and foolish ruler, or how his infatuation destroyed his kingdom.

Now, that king has become a threat to everyone.

His name is Foego.

As the second prince in the royal family, Foego has never been expected to ascend the throne.

He is pampered, complacent and selfish.But when his brother died in an accident, Foego, the crown prince with neither the will nor the ability to govern, suddenly found himself with a crown on his head.

He cared nothing for the throne until one day he met a poor seamstress.

Foego immediately fell in love with her beauty, and the young king proposed to her a marriage contract. So, this ruler who was at the top of the powerful family married a village girl.

The love between the two is like a magic spell.

Foyego, a selfish man who was always indifferent to others, dedicated his life to her.

The two are very close and inseparable.There was no need to talk about the luxurious gifts, and as long as Isulde was present, his mind could hardly accommodate any other matters.

Foego's supporters were furious.

Under his absurd rule, the kingdom began to collapse, and none of the subjects could persuade the king to handle government affairs, so some treacherous people began to plot to end the rule of this incompetent king as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, the kingdom's enemies saw an opportunity for a sneak attack.Venomous snakes gathered together.

Finally one day, a poisoned dagger was aimed at Foyego.

But the king was heavily guarded, and the dagger failed to hit its target, instead grazing Isolde.

The poison took effect quickly, and Isolde declined irreparably. Foego could only watch in panic as his beloved wife's condition worsened day by day.

Fury and despair overwhelmed him, and every coin in the treasury was used to heal the queen.

But all in vain.Isolde died on the bed, while Foego was consumed by madness.

His search for a cure becomes unscrupulous and irrational.

He could not accept the death of the queen and sacrificed all the treasures and wealth of the kingdom just to get her back.

As the whole country fell into chaos, Foego locked himself and Isulde's body together, hiding from the outside world, filled with hatred and violence.

One day, he heard about the secret of Fuguang Island.

The water there is said to be able to cure any ailment.He led an army forward, forced his way into the peaceful country, killed everyone who stood in front of him, and finally broke through the central sanctuary, immersing his dead wife in the water overflowing with blessings.

She would come back to her, no matter how much destruction he caused.No matter what the cost.

For a moment, she did come back.

Isulde stood up, but became a wraith driven by shadow and fury.

In pain and rage, in bewilderment at being stripped of death, she took Foego's enchanted sword and pierced his heart.

The magic of the holy water collided with the ancient sword, and the energy in the closed chamber exploded, sweeping across the entire island, binding everything it touched into a state of awake, painful immortality.

But Foego has forgotten all of this.His kingdom was in ruins, and countless great powers rose and fell during this period.

Years passed by, and no one even remembered his name.It was not until 1000 years after his death that Foego stood up again.This time, he won't fail.

The dangerous obsessions during his lifetime continued to distort his mind, and Foego's firm and crazy love ignited his desires, actions and cruelty.

The deadly black mist surged from Foego's broken heart, harvesting all life it touched.

And he used this black mist to search the entire world, looking for a way to bring Isulde back to him.

Thousands of troops will fall into the dust in front of him, only to stand up again and become his pawns.

The entire continent will be swallowed by the living darkness, and the whole world will pay the price because this infatuated ancient king was deprived of a lifetime of happiness.

He didn't care about the destruction he caused, as long as he could see Isolde's face again.

His reign was one of boundless terror.

His love never ends.

As long as Isulde does not return to him, everyone will die to the Ruined King.

Every time Foego thought about her face, it looked different.

Sometimes her eyes are too far apart, sometimes too small.

Either the cheeks are too narrow or too wide.Sometimes her hands lacked the calluses common to seamstresses.

Sometimes, her hands were roughened and deformed by scissor handles and thimbles.Sometimes she wore a gown, sometimes just a simple overalls, and sometimes she was naked.