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When Ren picked it up, his attention pulled to it. "Ion poison." Ren said squinting his eyes. "The energy wave was to volatile and toxic over the years. It changed the soil into poison. It would make good fertilizer among other things. It is a good thing I taught you all how to circulate your energy as a shield. The backlash would have rocked most of you senseless." "Yeah.." One looked at the soil and then around the area. Several people from smaller clans and Sects did the same as Four did. They screamed in pain and agony. "Oh wow. Not touching that."

Katie mumbled. Sally and those who had problems back on Earth weren’t the only ones I was concerned about. The townsfolk in Rockflower, that restaurant owner in War’s End, my other friends back in New Beginning City, and the people we met during our journey here. Memories of their happy faces flashed in my head, remembering their daily lives in peace. I clenched my fists on my lap, understanding why this world was a paradise for them.

I hadn’t prepared for it. The whole crowd gasps at the big reveal that Fernanda had just made. Couldn’t believe she had just revealed it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life.” A/N If you like this chapter please consider giving it a review. Thanks!!

Thank you for helping me earlier. -Sasha After reading the letter he folded it back and put it inside his pocket. I should just return this to her when I see her, he thought. Eustone was outside the building when he saw Sasha looking at the volleyball court so he approached her. "Hey!" He greeted. Sasha glanced but never said anything. It made him think she wasn't interested in talking. Instead of saying any more words, he handed her the letter. It made Sasha's eyes widened. "D-did you re-read it?" She stuttered in embarrassment.

With that I dashed out of the kitchen " You cannot say thank you abi!!!" I heard Omale shout from the kitchen. " Come and collect it!!" I shout back "Can you guys just shut up" that was George. I would say he was the nerd of the house. Always reading, I read too but his own was just too much. He hated noise...any form of noise, and guess the worst, he believed in being a virgin still marriage, so he found our acts very irritating. Lol... Sometimes I wonder why God decided to waste such beauty on his kind of personality. But sometimes he breaks out of that his shell. It rarely happens sha.

We passed by many empty villages; the poor starving peasants were on the road. They looked so wretched and pitiful my heart ached for them. When I could, I would sneak a piece of bread or cheese to a passing family. The rains hit the English people hard, decimating their crop yields, and there is a disease running rampant within the livestock. Bloated, decaying bodies of cows and sheep were strewn about in the fields, carcasses of wild dogs were lying on the side of the road. I believe the situation is just the beginning of people's suffering.

His words painted a vivid picture of life in the barrio, of hardworking farmers rising with the dawn, tending to their crops with calloused hands, and sharing laughter at the end of long, exhausting days. Patricia let herself drift into his tales, her mind wandering between the rhythm of his storytelling and the tranquil scene outside the window. The chaotic noise of city life seemed a world away from this sanctuary. Here, things were different. Simpler. More peaceful. The hustle of urban living, the constant pressure to keep moving, achieving, surviving—it all seemed to fade into insignificance. For a moment, she imagined herself staying in this world, losing herself in the quiet, uncomplic

"We must leave a child for Freda." I ate my meal silently, my heart feeling like it had been torn apart. "Timothy is such a good man." Phillip suddenly looked at me. "Not every husband can be so... tolerant." He deliberately emphasized the word 'tolerant', his eyes full of mockery. Carrie glanced at me coldly. "Timothy has no talent, but he's obedient." Fiona immediately defended me, saying, "Mom, don't say that. Timothy is hardworking." Henry scoffed. "Hardworking? What can a normal employee provide for you, Fiona? Phillip drives a Ferrari and lives in a villa, while Timothy can't even afford a decent watch."

Only me and the man followed while the rest waited outside. I looked around and saw books, lots of books. There's a massive pot and different types of glasses around. "Here." She grabbed a book and opened it. She scanned through the pages and shoved the book towards me. "This is Earth, am I correct?" I looked at the page and saw a drawing of Earth and I nodded. "Fascinating." I sighed before rolling my eyes. What is even going on here?

The Book in the World The book was titled simply: The Healed Territory. Elara had not planned the title — it arrived when she was writing the twelfth chapter and she understood it was right because it was accurate. Not the healing process, not the governance methodology, not the theory. The territory after the healing. What it was to live there.