"There are still a lot of people who are holding on to hope." Oliveta looked behind her and said softly.
Dichiel asked, "Are you feeling sorry for their choice?"
Oliveta shook her head, two faint dimples appearing on her cheeks, "Of course not. I was just thinking, 'Chairman Lightchaser tried to dissuade others, but greed took his life'. What do you think of the main title of the supplement? The subtitle would be – Is there any regret at the end of your life? "
Before Dichael could reply, Adelea snorted coldly, "What a boring gimmick."
Oliveta opened her mouth. Words of rebuttal were already on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't say anything in the end.
If others were to say the same thing, Levitta would have a series of rebuttals that would leave them speechless. However, it was Adelaya who said this. Oliveta had nothing to say.
As one of the most powerful witches of the Southern Region, Adelaya's words carried a lot of weight. Moreover, Oliveta understood Adelaya's personality. She was a strict and meticulous person who hated the foul atmosphere of magazines.
The so-called foul atmosphere was actually the fact that the journals published by the various magazines were becoming more and more gossipy.
As one of the chief editors of the Forest of Time, Adelaya had once written an article criticizing this atmosphere.
When Oliveta saw that article, she actually quite agreed with Adelaya's views. Later on, Firefly's Night Whispers also became hardcore for a few issues.
Unfortunately, they couldn't hold on any longer.
After all, major events didn't happen often. Knowledge sharing was limited by individuals, and some of the authors would go into seclusion in the blink of an eye. There were too many variables.
Under such circumstances, a quarterly magazine like Firefly's Night Whispers couldn't maintain a high circulation rate and could only be mixed in with the content. The Forest of Time, on the other hand, was a ten-year publication and was much better off.
Firefly's Night Whispers had an attitude even if they mixed in with the content and wrote some gossip. After all, many gossip magazines focused on rumors, while Firefly's Night Whispers never wrote about rumors.
Oliveta personally believed that Firefly's Night Whispers was already very professional. However, she couldn't refute Adelaya's words and could only smile awkwardly.
"Different publications take different routes. Black Noble, don't be too harsh. 'Firefly's Night Language' is doing quite well, and I like it very much. I've been watching every single episode, and I've never missed a single one. "Chairman Lightchaser said with a smile, giving Oliveta some face.
However, Chairman Chaser's EQ was no match for Adelaya's.
"Don't you like Dew Pictorial and Wind of Women the most?" Adelaia said with a mocking expression.
Chairman Zhui Guang didn't look embarrassed at all. "My favorite is always the new publications. Otherwise, a world without expectations would be very boring. "
Adelaia snorted. "Who's talking about expectations with you?"
Chancellor Lightchaser was still smiling. Adelaya cursed him in her mind and didn't want to talk to him anymore.
Chairman Lightchaser turned to Levitta and smiled: "Go ahead and write it. I'm also looking forward to how Yindu's Night Whispers will write about this incident"
She nodded gratefully: "Alright."
When the conversation was over, Levitta raised an eyebrow at Dichiel. She clearly meant: Even Chancellor Lightchaser agreed. What do you think?
Dichiel remained silent for a moment. Main title and subtitle switched places. Also, Chancellor Lightchaser wasn't the only one who tried to stop those people.
…
Someone was listening in on the other side.
Angor listened to Levitta's conversation with a strange expression. He thought Levitta was feeling sorry for the lives that might be lost, but the conversation was getting more and more out of hand.
Somehow, they were acting out in such a serious atmosphere.
So, this was their way of relieving pressure? Or was this how they usually do things?
Angor shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
"Chancellor Lightchaser's words didn't work. What a shame. "Angor sighed.
The Sentinel replied, "There's nothing to feel pity about. Although his words don't have much effect on the scene, it's a warning to those who haven't arrived yet and those who are about to arrive. From this point alone, it's quite useful."
The Magi at the scene had all seen the mysterious fruit with their own eyes. Their appetites had been whetted, and it was obviously more difficult for them to put out the fire than for those who were not present.
Of course, the main reason was still greed and luck.
Since greed and luck had prevailed over reason, the price he paid with his life was also his own fault.
After a while, the flesh and blood being devoured by the mysterious fruit still came from sea beasts that came from all directions. There were no mermaids or sirens in sight. They didn't belong to these creatures in the first place. The mermaids and sirens were probably just patrolling the area by accident and got killed.
Seeing that no other humanoid creatures had died, everyone felt a little more at ease.
Some of them were even muttering in their hearts, wondering if Councilor Vera's prophecy was wrong.
Of course, this was only a small part of the crowd. Most of them still maintained a reasonable level of vigilance and stayed away from the crowd.
This group of people was very shrewd. They felt that any development was progressive. If something really happened, there would still be people at the front to take the hit and give them time to retreat.
However, being smart didn't mean they were smart or correct. They had neglected a premise: development had always been progressive. However, Mystery Fruits didn't always follow this principle.
When time came to a certain point, the situation at the scene suddenly took an unexpected turn.
* Thump — *
The heartbeat that they had heard countless times sounded once again.
From the outside, everything looked normal, just like before. However, all the wizards in the Dense Fog Zone froze at the same time.
A terrifying attractive force was emitted from the Mystery Fruit.
Although humans were attracted to it before, as long as they didn't get too close and maintained a certain distance, they could resist it. Now, however, the attractive force had increased dramatically!
If the attractive force at their position was one, then now it was one hundred, or even one thousand!
This wasn't a gradual increase, but a sudden increase without warning. It pulled you from below sea level to a higher altitude.
Moreover, it didn't just cover the center of the Dense Fog Zone, but more than half of it!
Almost all the wizards were within its range.
Even the Magi who had been mentally prepared and had taken precautions were caught off guard by this sudden attraction.
The terrifying attraction drew everyone's attention to the fruit that was emitting a dark red light.
In the blink of an eye, some of the wizards couldn't resist it anymore.
Their eyes went from clear to blurry, and from blurry to stupid in less than half a second!
These adepts began to move when their eyes turned crimson.
The clouds were still clear, the wind didn't get louder, the moon was still bright, and the sea was still calm.
Everything was the same as before. The only difference was that more than half of the wizards who were hovering in the air began to fly forward.
One, one, and one after another.
In just a few seconds, thirteen wizards had already overtaken Angor's position.
Angor's position was carefully chosen by the watchers. Once he went past this standard distance, he would need to use an exponential amount of strength to resist the attractive force.
If the watchers already had such a problem, how could the other wizards resist it? No way.
The 13 wizards who were faster than Angor were almost sprinting toward the Mystery Fruit.
As expected, blood and flesh flew everywhere, turning into a rain of blood.
The death of the thirteen wizards turned the surface of the Mystery Fruit into a bright red color, which meant it was close to ripening.
However, it was only "close" and had yet to reach true maturity.
This also meant that there would be more people who would throw their lives away.
Another wizard was stronger than Angor. Angor had heard of this wizard before. He was the leader of a wizard clan.
He tried his best to resist the attractive force of the fruit, but it was no use. His eyes were already half-crazed. The last bit of clarity in his eyes was now filled with unspeakable fear.
He tried his best to resist, but it was useless.
In the last moment of his life, he glanced at Chancellor Lightchaser on the other side.
He was desperately hoping that Chancellor Lightchaser would come to his rescue.
But there was nothing he could do. Chancellor Lightchaser, Deshelle, and Adelaya were all truth-finder wizards. They weren't here in person. How could their projections save them?
The smile on Chancellor Lightchaser's face was gone, replaced by a grim look. He saw the last trace of guilt and regret in the adept's eyes.
Angor knew that the wizard regretted not believing Chancellor Lightchaser's words in the last moments of his life.
However, regret was useless now.
What awaited him was a dead end.
…
In the blink of an eye, another dozen wizards died.
Angor witnessed it all.
The air was already filled with the stench of blood due to the death of so many sea monsters. The dead wizard was only a small part of the total number of sea monsters. But still, the smell of blood in the air seemed to have gotten thicker.
Angor knew it was all a psychological effect.
Since it was a psychological effect, it meant that Angor's mind was also changing.
Earlier, when the sea beasts had died, he had still been able to stand aside and watch. However, as the adepts fell one after another, as a fellow human, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow and sorrow.
Even so, Angor couldn't help them.
Even with his Forcefield, Angor could only reduce the force by ten to twenty percent at most. He still couldn't resist it. The only reason he was able to stand here unscathed was because of the Overseer.
He couldn't even protect himself, let alone help others.
Just like Chancellor Lightchaser, Angor could do nothing but watch them leave with his eyes until they reached the end of their journey.
Angor had seen many deaths. Back in Rasudelan, he saw a large number of wizards die.
Even though the number of casualties was still the same as the battle of Rasudelan, Angor still felt that this was the most desperate scene he had ever seen.
These wizards were usually powerful enough to cause chaos in different worlds. But now, they were dying one after another.
They had hope in their hearts, but they couldn't fight back.
They died because of greed. They felt guilty, regretful, and helpless.
They couldn't use their powers at all. The only thing they could do was to become the offerings of the Mystery Fruit.
Their deaths were worthless.
Their deaths brought despair to everyone who saw them.
…
Angor couldn't remember how many people had died. At first, he could still watch them die. But as more and more people came, they were like moths drawn to a flame. Sometimes, a flicker of light was enough to kill several people.
In the end, Angor couldn't bear to watch anymore.
He sighed softly and turned to look behind him.
At this moment, the number of people behind him had decreased significantly. At least forty to fifty percent of them had become food for the Mystery Fruit.
The rest of them were cautious enough to maintain the highest level of defense at all times. They tried their best to resist the first wave of the Mystery Fruit.
Even so, they were in the same situation as Kanter.
Most of their strength was used to resist the Mystery Fruit. They couldn't move and couldn't think properly.
This wouldn't last long. As more people died, the Mystery Fruit's attraction would only grow stronger. Just like how the Mystery Fruit attracted sea monsters. At first, it only attracted sea monsters from the Mystery Fog Belt. Later, even Bicky from Sidro Island was attracted by the Mystery Fruit.
As the Mystery Fruit's attraction grew stronger, they would follow in the footsteps of the others.
The only way to survive was to hold on longer than the others.
If they could hold on until the Mystery Fruit ripened, they might have a chance to escape during the process. But could they hold on for that long?
He quietly observed the surviving wizards and tried to see if there were any familiar faces among them.
Soon, he found a face.
Magus Stone!
The Master Alchemist from the Research Department was still holding on. His eyes were a little red, but they weren't completely red yet. The clarity in his eyes was also stronger than the others.
More importantly, Magus Stone was the closest wizard to Angor.
The Mystery Fruit's attraction should be stronger than the others.
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