Just like before, Marx used dots instead of surfaces to establish three ground shelters in Anthony's port city, the largest of which directly occupied Antoine's mansion, an ornate castle that once belonged to the Anthony family.

All this is attributed to the fact that most corrupters did not show off their aggressiveness, which also deceived many survivors who were not corrupted by chaos. They, like Sildo, refused to leave their relatives and friends.

However, most survivors are not as experienced as the little mage and are not completely isolated from the corrupts. Marx has encountered several such families, and when the persuasion is ineffective, they are slowly corrupted.

The further you see, the more painful it is. Marx is undoubtedly the farthest you see in this city, so he suffered the greatest pain.

Every day he could see countless souls corrupted by chaos and become confused, and the flame of hope gradually extinguished like a fire that was extinguished.

But he withstood the pressure, did not give up, nor was he discouraged.

He spent four days on a certain street luring the offensive corrupters into houses that were deserted on both sides of the road, and sealing the doors and windows with wooden boards.

God knows how he did it with a mortal body, but Marx, who used this stupid method, was indeed gradually restoring order in the city and becoming safer streets gave more uninfected people the opportunity to come out to find food, which gave Marx the opportunity to contact them.

Marx had the ability to see the existence of chaos, and even the slightest corruption could not escape his eyes. He could distinguish every corrupter and see their struggles.

Confrontation in consciousness, soul, and physiological confrontation are going on all the time. Marx selectively classifies these survivors to avoid cross-infection.

Those cautious and timid remnants of the City Guards are the best janitors. Thanks to the corruption of the top leaders of the City Guards, they are not corrupted by chaos.

When Marx saw the old food that was older than him, he sincerely forgave the corrupt officers.

All the clean and unconventional survivors were brought to the barracks by Marx. If possible, he would rather have hoped that these people would be protected by Pastor Richard, but the underground shelter was limited in volume and it was already crowded.

Marx divided the remaining corrupted people into three gears according to their degree. The one with the least corrupted level was handed over to Sildo, and he himself managed the most serious corrupted people.

He brought these men into Antoine's castle, on the one hand because there was clean water here, and on the other hand, he made the worst plan, and the castle structure could limit these corrupters.

Most of these people still have their own consciousness. They feel something is wrong with them, but the blinded feeling makes them unable to discover their abnormalities, and panic and fear become the main color.

Physically, these corrupters have begun to slightly alienate, some have grown extra limbs and organs, and some are leaving their human form.

Marx will not be affected. His special experience created a special soul. Marx, who was almost selected as a lord, could be said to be able to eat both black and white. This level of chaos erosion could not affect him at all.

Similarly, his existence will not be concealed by chaos, and in the eyes of these corrupters, Marx is the only reality.

"I know you are in pain. The dirty things in your body are constantly weakening you. They are trying to control you, devour you, and replace you." Marx sat among a pile of corrupters, his tall body shining particularly bright in the wave of demons dancing, like lotus flowers in the mud: "But you must be strong, tell me now, what are your name?"

Not everyone responded, but most corrupters were trapped in confusion. Some corrupters whose mouths had disappeared were like ants on a hot pan, struggling constantly, and finally two lines of tears flowed out along their eyes.

"Don't worry, I can feel your thoughts, think carefully, find your name in my memory, and tell me." This time, Marx's voice appeared directly in everyone's minds: "Name is very important, it represents the code name that represents you as human beings, and it is the mark that represents you in the eyes of others. Tell me your name!"

At the end, Marx's soul sound was like a bell, bombarding the spirits of these corrupters, giving them a breath of breath in the chaos.

"My name is Park Nash..."

"My name is Andy..."

......

The large amount of feedback made Marx close his eyes, immerse himself in his thoughts, and respond to every voice, which was their arms condensed with their consciousness, and Marx was the only helping hand they could catch.

"Don't stop, keep thinking about the names of your relatives around you, what are their names? The names of your neighbors? Think about the most beautiful clip in your memory and tell me the names of the people you once liked." Marx was assuring a group of frightened children, saying gentlely: "As long as you don't give up, I won't give up."

For a moment, the scenes in the Antoine Castle hall were dozens of meters away, which made Sildo Roosevelt feel so holy.

But he still had to interrupt the harmonious scene, and he gently knocked on the gold-inlaid door: "Mr. Marx, there is something you need to come out."

Marx comforted the painful corrupters one by one. They could not correctly sense external information and communicate with others. They were trapped in a barrier created by chaos. The pain made people rather give up on themselves.

The severely corrupted people on the street outside who were locked in the house by Marx were the product of giving up hope, and now Marx is the last hope of these people.

"Is there something wrong with your shelter?" Marx walked to the door and closed the door. He could not risk giving these people a chance to leave: "Is your teacher okay?"

Marx was worried that there was any bad news waiting for him, because it was almost midnight now, and nothing was important, and Sildo would not risk traveling half of the city to find him.

"Thank you for your help. Teacher Aiden looks much better than before. This time I'm not here because of the shelter." The mage Sildo bowed to Marx and said in a panic: "The reconnaissance guard you asked me to arrange at the city gate was destroyed forty minutes ago. Mr. Marx, I'm afraid the last time has come."

Reconnaissance Guard is a spell commonly used by mages to observe a certain area. Sildo found a scroll of this spell in his teacher's collection, which can provide sounds and images in a range of fifteen meters around.
Chapter completed!