Poisoning The World Novels & Stories

She questions, secretly hoping to stall long enough to figure something out. “A weapon unleashed by fools with power. It's the reason we're forced to fend for ourselves and eat scrap". The woman stalked closer and closer, while Cole backed away. Sliding herself further up the slate until she could go no farther. "People like you. The 'important people' with all the resources are the reason we are left to die… While the rest of the world decays, you eat, you waste medicine, horde water and fuel”. "A w-weapon did this? It makes people sick? I don't under- understand. What weapon? Who f-fired it?" Cole grips the peak of the slate with shaky fingers. Instead of answering, the woman smiled…

The answer is simple; They murder innocent women…

She repeated again with. "Yes!” Grandmother Ning nodded her head as she went ahead and explained to her, "The only way to destroy it is some kind of liquid. It is not easy to obtain this liquid and it is very difficult to make it as well. But, even if this liquid is used, it can only destroy the protective covering for a limited amount of time. After the time is over, it would reappear once again. " “But how would that affect my ability to know what is going on in the spirit inn and how is it related to me falling unconscious?” Tian Tian was still trying to link everything and search for the answers that she wanted.

" It doesn't have a body but I can imagine its dumbfounded face when I asked a completely out of nowhere question. I wasted no time waiting for it's the answer "Silence means yes." Then, I look blankly on the white space and think about an image of a glass table and sofa. Before the system can even ask what I'm doing, those things suddenly appear midair in front of us. "How can you do that?" It whispered, sounds kinda helpless to me. 'Yup, just like the novel.' I thought and a seat comfortably before starts seriously asking some necessary questions. "Okay? How can I redeem my world from that? Saving the world? That sounds bad for me." How can I prevent a world from ending if I can't even sav

That wretched, venom-laced voice that I thought I buried in the past. "You are filth. A pit of darkness and sin. No one will ever love you. No one has, no one can, and no one ever will. You destroy everything you touch. The best they can do is suffer you. The worst? They will hate you before they die, and it will be your fault.” My jaw clenches, my grip tightening until the cigarette snaps between my fingers, but still, I don’t move. The words slither through my veins like poison, and I hate that they still have the power to burn.

MIYAs POV… For the final time, I stand staring over the horizon. The globe is dying. It is overpopulated with man-made diseases spreading through the air, world conflicts, greedy governments, and changing laws all combine to create a lethal cocktail capable of bringing the world to an end. The ozone layer has almost completely depleted, leaving nothing behind. Our crops are suffering, animals are dying of starvation, and our water is drying up; carving out vast deserts across the globe.

The Third World War began on August fifteenth, 2030. It only lasted three days. It was a war that ended with twenty-thousand nuclear warheads and a burning Earth. With over one billion fatalities, the Third World War was labelled the largest global catastrophe since the extinction of the dinosaurs. Another hundred million more died soon after, victims of the swift and deadly killer that was radiation sickness. Worldwide infrastructure failed in less than a day-everything from microchips to national power grids were fried by the blasts.

“Well, as you know, it’s a comedown drug, so it relaxes you, which is why these kids take it. But my sources say the drug slowly—and these are their words—zombifies you. You lose all sense of self and authority and control.” “That’s scary…” “Yeah, well, I’m calling because you said you’d donate to help clean it up. You’ve cut the supply chain, but too much of it already entered the country before you caught on. That poison is being added into protein smoothies and nighttime mocktails. Social media is calling is “self-care.” We need to wipe this thing off the planet.” “Tell me what to write on the cheque,” I replied automatically. He laughed. “You didn’t even hear the pitch.”

“Poisoned?” Lilian was stunned, unable to believe what she was hearing. The doctor rattled off a string of medical jargon that went completely over her head. Seeing her confusion, he switched to simpler terms. This time, Lilian understood. James had been poisoned. It was a case of chronic poisoning. The toxin was water soluble, colorless, and tasteless. When consumed in small amounts, it caused no obvious symptoms. But with prolonged exposure, it gradually seeped into the body’s organs and became fatal.

Very straightforward, he threatened that should he ever leak his identity, Father Hart would even have a body for his family to recover once he was through with him. What a dangerous man. Thinking of him still gives Father Hart chills. No matter how friendly the man seemed, there was always something off about him that kept Father Hart on his toes. Still, the man was useful when he needed to be. He developed a strange poison, the only one in the world, that was more deadly than drinking acid. This poison had a cure, which must be taken within 4 days, or it will be game over for its victim. Father Hart clenched his fist tightly. Since things have come to this, they must act fast!