Chapter 1643: Even Gods Are Powerless

"Repeat!"

"Immediately conscript all able-bodied young adults in the Cangyun Domain to head to the Lingxu Domain!! Rebuild the Akashic Tower!!!"

"In the face of disaster, please set aside your personal interests and fight for the common destiny of humanity!"

"Repeat! Immediately conscript..."

The cold shouts echoed through the rain, reaching every corner of the domain.

Dr. Jia stood blankly at the doorway. In a daze, his memory seemed to travel back to a few months ago, when the same order was issued...

That day, the Cangyun Domain seemed to turn into a living hell.

A large number of young adults left the Cangyun Domain; some were voluntary, others were forcibly dragged away... They were sons caring for elderly mothers, fathers of infants in swaddling clothes, women who held up the sky for their families with their shoulders. When they had guns pressed to their heads and were forced to say goodbye to their families, countless families were torn apart as a result.

That day, all the healthy young people with the ability to work left the Cangyun Domain, and the Cangyun Domain welcomed a group of refugees carrying viruses and terminally ill.

That was the beginning of all the suffering.

And now... the same scene was appearing once again.

But in the current Cangyun Domain, where are there so many young adults left? This time, how many more people will be displaced, and how many more families already on the verge of collapse will completely disappear?

Dr. Jia stood silently at the clinic door, watching more and more figures running back and forth in the rain. The next second, an unnatural flush appeared on his pale face, and he bent over weakly, beginning to vomit blood.

Under his old white coat, his skin-and-bones body seemed ready to fall apart at any moment, and the sound of his coughing, like a broken bellows, echoed through the rain.

At the same time, two figures arrived in front of the clinic.

"231 Qiufen Street, Jia Lianshuang."

"Mm, that’s him."

"Didn't find his medical records at Mr. Han’s place; he probably didn't make it into the queue... Looking at his state, it’s likely a mild case turned severe; he won't live much longer."

"Confirmed not to meet the conscription requirements. Let’s go."

The two looked at Dr. Jia carefully for a moment, finally crossed his name off the list, and without saying another word, hurried off to the next location.

Dr. Jia raised his head weakly, looking in the direction they had left, a flash of bitterness and sorrow crossing his eyes.

He hadn't been forcibly required to go to the Lingxu Domain...

He seemed to have been left behind, or perhaps... abandoned.

Dr. Jia didn't know for a moment whether this counted as good news or bad news. He stood at the door in silence for a long time, then suddenly began to laugh.

In the misty rain, his smile was pale and desperate.

He walked unsteadily into the house, found a thick rope from somewhere, gave it a light flick, and hung the other end on the ceiling beam...

Dr. Jia stepped onto a chair slowly. Through the knot that looked like a water droplet, he could see the clinic door, the torrential rain outside, and the sentient beings struggling to survive like dogs in this chaotic world.

Dr. Jia’s nose twitched; he seemed to smell something and looked down at his left hand...

A small clump of cake cream mixed with dust was stuck to his fingertip.

It had gotten there when he pushed the cake back earlier.

The moment he saw this clump of cream, saliva secreted uncontrollably again. He finally didn't have to think about anyone else. At this moment, his eyes glowing with a green light, one hand clutching the knot, he lowered his head and sucked fiercely on the finger stained with cream, like a starving child.

"I don't want to go to the Lingxu Domain, I don't want to go!"

"I have a disabled sister at home! What will she do if I leave? Are you just going to let her wait for death at home alone?!"

"Child! Child! Why did you faint... It’s okay, I’ll take you to find Dr. Jia, Dr. Jia will definitely have a way to save you!"

"You forced my father away! Now you want to force my brother away!! I’ll fight you to the death!!"

“……”

Threats, curses, questioning, wailing... Countless voices pierced through the torrential rain and reached Dr. Jia’s ears...

Two lines of turbid tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

"So sweet..."

"If I had known, I would have taken a bit more earlier."

He muttered to himself.

……

"Dr. Jia!"

"Dr. Jia! Please save my child!"

A bedraggled figure, soaked through, rushed through the rain and knelt down at the clinic door with a thud.

It was an elderly man, carrying a child wrapped in clothes on his back, kneeling in the rain like a desperate prayer-seeker, begging the gods.

He knew that a true god didn't live here, but now, whoever had medicine, whoever could cure illness, was the god of all desperate people like him... They were willing to give everything for it.

However, when the old man looked up, he was frozen in place.

Boom—!!

Dull thunder exploded in his ears.

Pale lightning illuminated a corner of the dim clinic. A figure in a white coat was hanging from the knot dangling from the beam, his stiff body swaying silently with the cold wind blowing into the clinic...

A pair of eyes, dead but unable to close, looked out at the human world that could no longer be saved, as if...

Even gods are powerless, eyes splitting with rage.

……

Raindrops hit the window, making a fine sound.

In the dim yellow light of the kerosene lamp, A-Qiang’s mother slowly opened her eyes...

At this moment, she was wrapped in two thick quilts. A boy was carefully folding towels soaked in hot water, preparing to place them on his mother’s forehead, when he saw that she had already opened her eyes hazily.

"Mom! You’re awake!" Little Sheng said with pleasant surprise. "Dr. Jia was right after all!"

"Little Sheng..."

The mother was extremely weak at this moment. She seemed to recall the news of A-Qiang’s death, her face as pale as paper... but she no longer had the strength to cry, and could only look painfully at her younger son, her cold palm silently gripping his hand.

A-Qiang was dead; now, Little Sheng was the only seedling left in this family... and her only reliance.

Just as Little Sheng was about to say something, a series of urgent knocks suddenly rang out!

Thump, thump, thump—

"Mom, I’ll go open the door."

Little Sheng got up hurriedly and opened the door.

He saw two figures standing in the rain outside, holding papers, as if checking something.

"018 Guyu Street, you are Sun Qisheng... right?"

"Yes, what’s the matter?"

Little Sheng was a bit confused.

"Mm, that’s correct... He’s also in Mr. Han’s medical records. He’s in a healthy state now. Although he’s a bit young, in these extraordinary times, even the young have to go."

One of the men said in a deep voice, "Come with us."

"Go?? Go where?"

"Conscripted to the Lingxu Domain to build the Akashic Tower."