Chapter 131: Black Rust: Epilogue (1)
Dawn cast a soft light over the world, bathing the completely collapsed city in a subtle glow.
Just the night before, a strange gathering resembling a fairy festival had taken place, but the Mini Reapers who had distributed hot chocolate and cookies to the people were now nowhere to be seen, as if they had been nothing but a dream.
The campfire’s embers were no longer battling the cold and were fading, but they were being replaced by the rising sun.
Was it really a dream?
The only remnant of the previous night was the dying campfire.
Yet, even if it had all been a dream, it wouldn’t have mattered.
The survivors, whose faces had been marred by shock and sorrow, now shone brighter than before.
Despite the grief over the city’s collapse and the loss of their homes and families, the inexplicable warmth and hope bestowed by the Mini Reapers seemed to breathe new life into their weary souls.
It was like magic.
But even with such magical hope, the skeletal remains of the city left a sense of despair lingering.
At that moment, a man spoke softly to those gathered near the remains of the campfire.
“We’ll be able to do it.”
The man’s words lacked context, but they were filled with hope.
“Even though our city is in ruins, it can be rebuilt. After all, this city was originally built from ruins.”
He urged the survivors to find an intact building, convert it into temporary accommodation, and start creating their new village.
“Of course, it will take a few years to restore the city to its former state. Moreover, it will involve a lot of hard work.”
“But together, we can rebuild not just buildings, but lives. We will transform this desolate place into a haven of hope.”
Although the man’s words alone were not enough, they were sufficient to reignite the hope left behind by the Mini Reapers.
One by one, people rose from their seats and gathered around the man.
It was a rare event in a world where cities were continually collapsing.
In this ruined city, overshadowed by loss, the bricks of hope began to be stacked.
The man then carved a symbol of the new city into the large remnants of the ruins.
It was a symbol commemorating the magic from the previous night that had given them hope.
It was a burning Hungry Ghost made of marshmallow with a slightly uncomfortable expression.
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