Rebuilding Terra

Ever since Direji resolutely used his mysterious and powerful power to successfully save this village that was originally on the brink of death, making it shine with vigorous vitality again as if illuminated by the light of miracle. From that moment on, the villagers' hearts were filled with endless gratitude and deep support for him. Their heartfelt shouts, "Apostle Direji", were like a song of respectful praise, echoing over the village.

Every admiring look was like warm and bright sunshine, gently falling on Di Ruiji's perhaps lonely heart. Before this, Di Ruiji had been wandering in self-doubt and confusion, but at this moment, this was the first time that he understood the meaning of his existence in this world so deeply and truly. He was no longer just the terrible existence that was once regarded by the world as bringing endless disasters, but he had transformed into a powerful force that could firmly protect the peace of one side.

However, Direji's strong plague aura, like a turbulent undercurrent, seemed to be a special signal that could not be hidden no matter what. On the first day he appeared in this village, the mysterious aura was like a silent call, and was instantly detected by the distant heaven and the sensitive Azra. The unique and powerful power fluctuations emanating from him were like a bright light that suddenly shone in the darkness. In this vast fantasy world, it strongly attracted the attention of all forces. It was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The scouting team from the heavens were the first to start their actions, unable to suppress their curiosity and vigilance. With mixed feelings and cautious steps, they approached this seemingly peaceful yet mysterious village step by step. However, these scouts could not imagine that what was waiting for them would be a terrible disaster that was like a nightmare and could not be escaped.

The deadly poisonous gas emitted from Di Ruiji's body, although he had tried his best to control it and minimize its harm, was still as deadly as the scythe of the god of death to those members of the heavenly reconnaissance team who dared to approach. Before those reconnaissance team members even had time to fully understand the situation around them, they fell one after another in the terrifying poisonous gas like fallen leaves swept by the wind. Their lives quickly disappeared under the erosion of the poisonous gas, and no one was lucky enough to survive.

Di Ruiji stood there quietly, watching these fresh lives disappear helplessly under the influence of his poison gas. His heart was like being gnawed by thousands of ants, filled with endless helplessness and pain. He knew very well that he could not prevent such a tragedy from happening, because his power was so special and so difficult to control. His existence itself seemed to be accompanied by an inescapable danger. He could only stand there silently, bearing the turbulent torment in his heart alone. He clearly understood that his existence seemed to be a contradiction that could never be resolved. He was determined to protect this village, but he inevitably brought indelible harm to the people around him because of his own power.

So, Di Ruiji made a decision, that is, to stay in this village and not go anywhere else. For him, this was the greatest kindness he could give to the world. He began to work harder to restrain his breath, and tried every means to strictly control the impact of the poison gas to the smallest range, just to let this village that had been severely damaged recover its former peace and let the people here continue to live peacefully.

However, the wheel of fate seemed to have its own will, and would not stop turning easily because of Di Ruiji's efforts. After all, as the old saying goes, paper can never cover fire. The people in the heavens discovered the shocking secret of the village during their constant reconnaissance and exploration - all the villagers in the village turned into strange "monsters".

The village chief, the old man who had survived the cruel erosion of the poison gas, was now full of entanglements and contradictions. When he learned that the people in heaven had discovered this secret, he fell into an endless struggle. After all, these villagers had once lived with him and fought for the future of the village. After a long and painful inner struggle, he finally couldn't bear to hurt them. So he chose to let them go. He had a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that they could find a new place, start their lives again, and escape from the terrible storm that was about to come.

However, the village chief never expected that his decision would trigger an uncontrollable chain reaction, which in turn led to a greater crisis. The villagers who were released were soon discovered by other people in the vast and unfamiliar world outside. Their strange and creepy appearance and the mysterious and strange aura they exuded made other people instantly regard them as terrible monsters. Fear and prejudice quickly spread in people's hearts like wild weeds. Then, a group of people who called themselves messengers of justice appeared like a dark cloud.

These people righteously claimed to destroy them. In their eyes, these villagers who had become "monsters" seemed to be a huge threat to the whole world. They were menacingly rushing towards the quiet village with all kinds of powerful weapons and mysterious spells, like a surging tide. A storm was about to come.