I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 199: Chapter 158: Self-Combustion_4

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They moved into a tomb called the Research Institute.

They called themselves the tomb dwellers.

The tomb dwellers’ jobs were crudely divided into several categories.

Researchers were responsible for analyzing samples, hunters for donning isolation suits and collecting samples outdoors, caregivers trying to sustain life and mobility of patients, and laborers handling logistics.

Every day, every hour, someone would be infected by the S Bacteria, which infiltrated their isolation suits by any means necessary.

Those hunters would then shed their isolation suits and travel light.

These people were called walkers.

Others from different professions would put on isolation suits, leave the institute, then take off their battle robes and become walkers too.

Walkers would either travel on foot or drive across the Australian Continent, monitoring every potential newly born infection carrier.

During their remaining two-month journey, they often wandered far away from the base, singing songs and locking themselves in body bags before death.

The song they sang was Carrie Thomas’ “Self-Combustion,” with new lyrics.

An unknown composer transformed Bellamy’s “Outpost Song,” weaving it into the rhythm of “Self-Combustion.”

Please sing me an Outpost Song

With that long-forgotten ancient language

Call gently with beautiful tremolo

The vast rivers and mountains in my heart

Scenes only found beyond the Great Wall

Who says the melody of the Outpost Song is too melancholy?

If you don’t love it

That’s because

There’s no longing in the song for you

We’ll keep singing it over and over

Like the glitters of light on the boundless grassland

Like the wind and sand howling through the desert

By the banks of the Yellow River

Beside the Yin Mountains

Heroes on horseback

Riding proudly back to their hometowns

Six years later.

A filamentous fungus with a mature body diameter of only 0.8 micrometers was discovered near the Melbourne ruins, capable of soaring through the wind and even crossing oceans and continents.

A nearby walker collected samples and dashed back in his car.

Twenty research institutes worked together on the array.

He was only half a day away from the nearest Melbourne Research Institute.

After he left, a space-based laser emitter frantically swept the area.

Meanwhile, more and more walkers roared their engines, rushing from afar.

They weren’t there to collect samples.

Their mission was to destroy as many Ultimate Poison Kings as possible with their flamethrowers and ultra-power filter exhaust fans.

When their equipment’s energy was depleted, they would even take a deep breath and then set themselves ablaze with a burst of flame.

Once criticized by countless people for retreating to the rear, Willian boarded a spacecraft from the Siberian Research Base in Asia’s far north and headed straight for the Melbourne Research Institute.

As the only surviving Nobel Prize-winning biologist and the greatest in both disciplines of quantum biology and genetics, only Willian could reach the front line and decipher the secrets of the Ultimate Poison King S Bacteria in the shortest time possible.

Twenty days later, Willian sent back complete analysis data and a broad-spectrum vaccine genetic design plan to the other continents.

Before sending the data back, Willian was the first to personally test the lab-made broad-spectrum vaccine and, five minutes later, cut off most of his liver for genetic testing. The result was negative.

He became the first human to be immune to S Bacteria.

He laughed hysterically, not even caring about the massive wound on his waist that was bleeding out.

He then personally pressed the detonation button.

The countdown began.

In thirty seconds, more than 7.61 million detectors and nuclear fusion bombs hidden beneath 20 research institutes across the continent would explode simultaneously, releasing temperatures comparable to the sun.

These nuclear fusion bombs were called the last line of defense.

Before dying, Willian sent back a passionate voice message.

“The fungus carrying the Ultimate Poison King S Bacteria has spread all over the Australian Continent, and nearby oceans have also been polluted. The final defense line can eliminate 95.12% of the Poison King fungus. It will take at least three months for the remaining fungus to spread worldwide.”

“I have completed the vaccine development. You only need two months to cultivate and mass-produce it to meet the needs of more than one billion people.”

“Everyone else, hide! In six months, all human beings will be immune to S Bacteria!”

“I, Willian, have not dishonored the name of my ancestors! Remember my name, Willian, and the name of my great-great-great-grandfather Rainer! He is the greatest scientist of the human race since the 21st century! And I rank second! Everyone else is nothing!”

“Humans, victorious!”

Boom…

Bright daylight pyrotechnics lit up the Earth’s sky.

The sun paled in comparison.

The earth trembled.

The dense clouds that had shrouded humanity’s heads for decades were torn apart by the light of nuclear fusion.

Warm, long-lost sunlight once again bathed the earth after the dazzling white light and sweeping gusts dissipated.

Three and a half billion voices sang “Self-Combustion” in unison.

People laughed through their tears, struck speechless.

Mournful and intense emotions, yet brimming with hope, seemed to turn tangible, swirling high in the atmosphere.

Humanity welcomed a new dawn.

Eight years later, a towering monument with the names of the fallen was erected from the peak of Pennine Hills, reaching straight into the sky.

Billions of names, each one a piece of history..