Even though the carriage of the Death Row Inmates was fast enough, it still took a full day and night to reach the coastal area.

The Principal had taken off her high heels and was lying on the bed, as long as there was no third person present, she did not have to restrict herself. She only completely relaxed when alone or with William.

"William, you are actually well aware of the risks of this journey, aren’t you?"

William sat on the edge of the opposite bed, his gaze fixed on the Principal’s four-pointed star pupils, "Of course, otherwise why would I swallow my pride and ask you to join... If it were just a trivial matter, I definitely wouldn’t bother you. Without you, Zion’s risk index would skyrocket."

"Hmph~ putting on an act," she scoffed.

William maintained his posture and slowly bent down, resting his hands on his chin, "By the way, hasn’t the organization ever had any experience going out to sea before?"

"Of course not, Zion’s overall combat power is not enough to support ’going out to sea.’ There are only a few powerful individuals who have reached the Path, and the act of going to sea itself also entails a lot of risks.

The organization once had an idea named ’Great Migration.’"

At that time, the consideration was that if the Quechua continent we are on was confirmed to be completely transformed into the Grey Zone, and if the Skin Factory was ready to enslave us all, the organization would carry out a comprehensive migration.

Crossing the sea to the Central Continent to try to find other human organizations.

But this idea was dismissed even before it was put into a plan, as we learned more about the Old World and did not find any ’free humans’ besides us."

The humans in other continents, perhaps weren’t as fortunate as us, didn’t have the direct protection of a Source Epidemic Area like the Skin Factory, or the Gentleman’s Skin that didn’t affect human nature, allowing us to interact with illnesses and develop freely.

The humans in other continents, either died or were confined by the Patients and transformed into another species."

William lightly scratched his nose with a finger, "It’s strange, according to the geographical knowledge I’ve read in books, the scale of Central Continent is far greater than our Quechua continent.

The population density, culture, and technological level there should all be higher than here.

In theory, it should attract quite a few Source Epidemic Areas to colonize there early on, establishing new world bases. Even if they don’t allow as much freedom as the Skin Factory, perhaps they would still offer them some room for development?

Yet now, besides our organization, there isn’t a single decent human being from the Old World, which is very strange..."

Who knew, Principal Daislin simply stretched her fair legs over, with the sole of her foot facing William’s face, indicating that he needn’t go on.

"There’s no need to think about these things anymore, let’s just take care of the current situation~ If we reach Central Continent on this sea journey, then we’ll know the specifics then.

By the way, William, your aura seems to have changed quite a lot, tell me about your experiences in the Old World during this time you were away, let’s kill some time with a story~ There’s no one to talk to in the academy, and chatting about stars with a bunch of old timers across star systems is quite boring."

"That sounds good."

...

The night passed.

Daislin went from lying on her side to sitting cross-legged,

her hands were still crossed and lightly clutching her feet, her starry eyes wide open.

The story of the Otherworld told by William was novel, exciting, and exceptionally vivid, with Madness Brain continuously transmitting memory images, depicting a completely different human world.

It kept Catherine almost sleepless and overly excited all night, with many questions at each turning point of the story until it finally ended at three in the morning.

"Principal, good night~ Rest well, we still have to cross the sea tomorrow."

When William lay down to rest,

Daislin wrapped in her quilt could not fall asleep for a long time, her mind replaying the entire story via the starry fog, and for some reason, she felt an unusual envy for that Circus member named Catherine who could undertake such an interesting and novel Otherworld adventure with William.

She too wanted to go, to see the stars of that other world.

"William..."

Tossing and turning, Daislin wanted to continue the conversation, but no response came from the opposite bed;

he seemed to have fallen asleep.

As she felt a touch of disappointment, a voice came through, "Principal, there will be a chance to go together in the future, perhaps the stars in that other world might inspire new insights in you."

"Yeah, sleep well."

Her restless heart was now at peace, and sleepiness overtook her.

Time passed unknowingly, and the carriage began to jolt more frequently and intensely, and a strong sense of moisture invaded the cabin.

"Boss, boss! The infection here is so severe!

It’s unbelievable, in the Old World each Source Epidemic Area has very clear territorial divisions, strictly forbidding ’Cross-Infection,’ and yet here, unconstrained by conventional principles, you have managed to produce such a combined illness, which is interesting."

As William woke up, Nash’s excited voice spread within his skull,

when he opened his eyes,

the carriage that had been neat and tidy now had shallow puddles of water,

Water even infiltrated the metal compartment, and a variety of shellfish, plants, and even tiny eyeballs sprouted forth, there were also finger-sized crabs crawling along the walls.

Most exaggerated of all, the blanket covering William had sprouted barnacle structures.

However, all of this was nothing compared to another entity that had invaded the carriage... something that made William feel uneasy, but thrilled Nash.

Occupying about 40% of the carriage walls were teeth.

Indeed, dense, bright human teeth were embedded inside the carriage, creating a physiological discomfort.

"Hmm! It’s so damp!"

When William abruptly sat up, he saw Principal Daislin had already gotten up, and even changed her clothes,

using the plasticity of "Gentleman’s Skin" to transform yesterday’s gown and high heels into a fitted waistcoat, leather pants, and a pair of plain leather boots adorned with stars.

"The organization once had a gentleman attempt to investigate the coastal areas, but he turned back before even arriving. He was discouraged by this extreme dampness and the strange ’teeth’."

"Although the sea is where the infection started and is most severe, the Plague Master controlling the sea in the Old World did not spend much effort here and didn’t forbid other plagues from invading.

Gradually, various plagues began to emerge in the sea, causing a lot of cross-contamination,

among these, the tooth illness seems to mix quite well with the marine pathogens."

"Cross-contamination, huh?"

William tried to pluck a tooth from the carriage’s surface, expecting it to be easily removed, but he discovered that the tooth was mounted incredibly tightly. As he exerted force with his fingers, it was drawn outward.

Snap!

The moment the tooth was pulled out, seawater and juices spurted out.

Like octopus tentacles, the constantly squirming tooth nerves were extracted, and William even sensed a vitality not inferior to that of small creatures.

"Hmm?"

William tried to throw the extracted tooth on the floor,

unexpectedly, the tooth nerve carried the tooth firmly to the ground and began crawling on the surface.

After finding a suitable position, the nerve quickly transformed into a drill-like entity, beginning to bore and embed itself into the floor.

For some reason, watching this scene made William’s teeth ache a little.

"This... which force does this tooth correspond to in the Old World?"

Principal Daislin looked puzzled,

"William, you don’t know this?

The teeth clearly correspond to a source epidemic area in the Old World. Even though they became low-key after the wars, you should still recognize them, no?

This source epidemic area is actually the ’hospital’ of the Old World, named ’Teeth Hall’."

"I really didn’t know... A hospital in the Old World? It seems somewhat inconsistent, considering the Old World itself is the origin of the plague, yet still has something like a hospital.

Does Teeth Hall strictly provide oral treatments, or what?"

"I’ve never been there, after all, the scale of Teeth Hall isn’t big compared to other source epidemic areas, and it has always been low-key and even hidden in the corners of the world.

Rumor has it that only those who are severely injured and on the brink of death, if they choose to wander in the uninhabited areas of the Old World in their last stage of life, might encounter Teeth Hall.

I’m not clear on the specifics.

But unexpectedly, Teeth Hall, which has been quite low-key in the Old World, is so proactive here, rampantly infecting and occupying the coastal areas,

It seems that these doctors from the Old World are very foresighted, planning to root here in advance and move Teeth Hall over as soon as the world infection completes."

William too was quite intrigued, opening the carriage window,

although the outside was filled with dense gray matter, with the help of Abyssal Vision, he could sense a unique city was nearby, and clearly hear the sounds of the tidal waves.