I Have a City in a Different World

On the grass beside the road, many refugees gathered to rest, and everyone was tired from the journey.

They ate simple food while looking ahead blankly, not knowing what the future would hold.

In a short period of time, various news continued to spread, but none of it was good.

The war broke out so suddenly that people who originally thought they had nothing to do with it were implicated and had to leave everything behind and flee in a hurry.

However, there are also some people who choose to stay in the city, hoping to survive the crisis.

They are lucky and believe that as long as they look hard, they will definitely find a glimmer of opportunity.

Those who stayed had various reasons, while those who fled had only one idea, which was to save their lives.

However, this escape route was far more difficult than imagined, and it didn't take long for chaos to occur frequently.

Some people simply fell behind, while others collapsed on the roadside, looking like they were dying.

All kinds of accidents happen one after another. Along the way, accidents and deaths can be seen anytime and anywhere.

The refugees who stayed behind were all in deep despair. Now that they had no chance of survival, how could they easily miss it?

It's like a taut and damaged bowstring that may break at any time, and then fall into the abyss of despair.

There were even some people who sang songs cheerfully, which gradually affected the refugee mood of others.

As time goes by, there are fewer and fewer such refugees.

We sat on both sides of the road, numbly watching the refugees passing by one after another, as if everything had something to do with us.

This woman, who was wearing a white robe, always barefoot, and with a wide smile on her face, was constantly walking around the construction site.

According to the woman's request, we collected various flowers and plants and transplanted them to the area designated by the woman.

Those desperate refugees are a little different from the walking dead. We have no souls, only empty bodies.

Everyone heard the sound and looked around, and then saw a strange scene.

No matter how difficult the journey is, refugees must go on just to get a chance to survive.

Sure enough, at the last moment, the woman told the refugees that I had been inspired by the gods, and today Qizhong came to save everyone.

When everything is completed, he will not be able to fight against the white mist invasion and successfully save his life.

Regardless of whether it doesn't work, you have to give it a try.

But there are also some people who ask to join the team before they are determined.

No one knew the truth, turned around and left without any hesitation, and no one could help laughing.

When troubled times come, all kinds of monsters appear one after another and do all kinds of incredible things.

He even thought viciously that the worst thing he could do for those idiots with no brains would be to die quickly.

The woman behind her eyes seemed to possess extraordinary power, making the desperate refugees feel longing for her.

Perhaps it was because that young woman really did not have extraordinary magical powers. The refugees who had not yet collapsed and despaired became less and less confident.

These refugees, who lack transportation and can only rely on walking, are not exhausted yet.

The Fano Group and the Apocalypse Organization have little hope. The latter has not yet fled collectively, and the former is completely ignored.

Refugees who had no such idea simply stopped on the roadside outside the town and waited for death.

Collect a small amount of flowers and plant them in the designated direction, then build a low platform and place fuel that cannot be burned for a long time.

But some of these vehicles are full, or simply ignored.

When few refugees thought about it, their mood became more and more excited, and their numb faces became vivid.

The longer time passes, the more desperate the refugees become.

"Your Majesty, please tell me how to survive!"

There are people who curse in despair and hate the lower levels of the group, and there is no such thing as the creator of Gaia who has no appearance.

So what if you pay the price? If you lose your life, there is no point in leaving any little wealth behind.

They are just a bunch of pathetic people who will be deceived by others again after death comes.

Before the disaster strikes, the indifference and cruelty in human nature are completely exposed, and it becomes more and more crazy and selfish.

When passers-by saw this scene, they either chose to turn a blind eye or sighed heavily.

It is difficult for people who are at a loss to be influenced by the environment and do something that blindly follows the trend.

Those who have the ability have already reached the finish line, while those who have no ability are still marching hard behind.

After all, no one is sure whether they can persevere or whether they will end up in the same situation.

When the people around him saw this, they didn't follow suit and knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Such a strange sight made people immediately realize that the woman behind them was something special.

All kinds of flowers on the ground turned into countless petals, flying around the woman.

How could he help if he avoided it for fear of getting there?

If there was a disaster, maybe no one would stand up to expose and refute it, but at this moment, the refugees are focused on running for their lives, so how can they care about that kind of thing.

He always spoke and encouraged the refugees with violent words, telling us that if we didn’t have confidence in ourselves, we would not be able to survive that disaster.

The numbness of death, like flowers and plants that are about to wither, can be seen at a glance.

At the same time, a deep pit was dug in the central area and built into an above-ground fortress.

There are fewer and fewer refugees kneeling on the ground, constantly praying to women. This scene attracts the attention of passers-by.

No one sneered, no one watched with enthusiasm, and it always felt like no one was taking advantage of the opportunity to play tricks.

We beg the passing cars to give us a lift and are willing to pay any price.

Now being infected by the atmosphere, the desire to survive has been aroused, and I want to be the first to fight again.

But at this moment, we have no way to go, and there is no hope in our eyes.

Money, body, or anything.

Whenever there is no possibility, you must firmly grasp it, but first think about whether the other party is deceiving yourself.

Facing the begging of a group of refugees, the young woman surrounded by flower petals smiled and told us how to overcome the crisis.

The eyes of the desperate and numb people gradually changed. If they could survive, no one would be depressed.

What price will the other party have to pay for doing that? Is he deliberately deceiving?

It's not that you can be safe just by being careful, but you have to pray for good luck.

No one came over at that time. Looking at these desperate refugees, they suddenly raised their arms and shouted softly.

The more desperate you are, the weaker your emotions become.

Obviously, from our perspective, it was a group of desperate people struggling to their death, but it didn't make any sense at all.

But in the blink of an eye, fewer thoughts came to mind.

If you are willing to doubt, you cannot choose to stay. If you are willing to doubt, you cannot leave.

There was no one to build the low platform and collect food and fuel, nor to dig the pits and build the bunker.

Compared with the confused and desperate refugees, those busy men and women singing loudly have become an ordinary scenery on the roadside.

As time goes by, fewer and fewer refugees join, and there is a scene of quiet bustle everywhere.

We were the same way, falling into deep despair and just gritting our teeth and persevering all the way.

People who curse are also vague as to whether such curses have any meaning.

It's not bad to live like that. With a little hope in my heart, at least I won't be worried anymore.

Many refugees fell into deep despair at this moment, wondering if they had any chance of escaping.

Gaia the Creator is a joke.

Outside of the fleeing crowd, fewer and fewer people are left behind.

No one rushed to the woman's back, knelt on the ground and kowtowed in prayer, with longing expressions on their faces.

The quiet and busy scene was in stark contrast to the fleeing refugees, which attracted few people to watch and inquire.

People are horrified to discover that death is so close to them, and it may be their turn at any time.

Time was running out and the refugees had to be determined. The refugees quickly got busy.

But at the same time, no other thought arose.

After a while, the construction site was full of singing and laughter, attracting the attention of fewer and fewer passers-by.