[Dreamless Disorder]

An unexpected problem suddenly presented itself in front of Ji Jue.

Ji Jue was momentarily stunned, frowning slightly:

"Is the situation very serious?"

"Without statistics, it's difficult to determine the exact scale and numbers, but this time the range is too wide, abnormally wide. The cult has already issued notices to both sides and the Thousand Islands, but I fear it hasn't been taken seriously."

Yu Shu gave a bitter smile, "After all, to many, as long as they get vaccinated, they can prevent it. Moreover, the Federation and the Empire still have the suppression of the Heavenly Essence Law, at most, it's more severe than a malignant flu, but it won't stir up much.

But for towns like Xinquan, it may not be the case.

For safety's sake, you must plan ahead."

"Purchase vaccines, start with formal employees, then ensure coverage for Xinquan, other settlements... forget it, Chen Xingzhou isn't short on money, I'll speak to him later."

"It was arranged before, but the effect didn't meet expectations."

Yu Shu reminded, "In this regard, you will probably need to advocate personally. After all, if it's anyone else, people may not trust them."

Ji Jue immediately fell silent, speechless.

There was nothing to say.

What else could be said?

You've done a great job in the past!

For a long time, the settlers and scavengers in the wilderness have maintained a wary and rejecting attitude towards the so-called vaccines, even with fear and dread at the mention of them.

While many foolish and anti-intellectual people have been clamoring, it doesn't negate the ironclad fact—people have suffered.

And not just once.

After all, it's widely known that the Federation's pharmaceutical companies, in terms of inhumaneness, have always been at a level far beyond their peers...

There are many restrictions in the city, but outside the city, using scavengers as test subjects and for human experiments is extremely easy. A large number of drugs that haven't passed regulatory and clinical trials are tested randomly in the wilderness on a group of lucky individuals.

What's more... they will predetermine areas, then release viruses in the water and food, and only after the situation worsens will they leisurely verify the drug's effects.

After so many years, even fools know to stay far from pies falling from the sky.

What? You say there's a possibility of a disease outbreak, and urge me to get vaccinated?

You better be right!

Otherwise, do you see the thing in my hand?

Honestly, even Yu Shu felt this idea was too bad, too crude, completely exhausting Ji Jue's credibility, crucially with no benefit.

Conspiracy theories abound everywhere.

Why are you, Ji, being unnecessarily kind to me? Is it because you're the one spreading this plague? Do you want to use us for experiments?

To this, Ji Jue was indifferent.

"Let's just do it." He nodded decisively, without hesitation, "At least stabilize Xinquan first."

As for others, whether they get vaccinated or not, live or die, it's up to them!

"Besides, is there anything more you want to add about the Dreamless Disorder?"

Ji Jue asked curiously.

"To what extent have you understood?"

"Vaccination for prevention, the incubation period is relatively long, frequent dreaming to dreamless." Ji Jue shrugged, "That's as much as I know, but is it really worth taking this seriously?"

"If it's merely isolated cases, indeed there's no need for excessive worry. The real danger is when it scales up, just like... before."

Yu Shu sighed, a bit conflicted recalling the outbreak in the Thousand Islands before.

"The severe aspect of Dreamless Disorder, besides having no conventional treatment once it occurs, the most troublesome part is its infectivity and spread.

And, once it scales up, it results in a massive 'collapse effect'."

He said solemnly, "Before, Punabantu was like this, early intervention didn't work, coupled with a bloody coup, war, and various massacres, in the sealed-off and closed city, the original situation was completely catalyzed, leading to it becoming uncontrollable in the end.

After losing consciousness and self, the body uncontrollably emits spiritual substance, and the large-scale overflow of spiritual substance and residual emotions, like a petri dish, can easily become the breeding ground for other things..."

Hearing this, Ji Jue gestured, indicating he didn't need to go on.

Is there anything left to say?

As an out-of-system Evil Demon covered in big nasty kin's sympathetic selections, just short of registering as a Sinful Craftsman at You Sui, he knew better than Yu Shu how to exploit such a situation to create significant problems!

Whether it's Mutated Transformation or the Secret Rituals of the Evil Cult, all are more than enough to thrive in such circumstances...

This is like a joy farm!

The key is not at the beginning, but in the aftermath.

If there's no early intervention, the future consequences will be unmeasurable.

By that time, who knows what kind of talents and gems will grow on this land of Xinquan!

"Deal with it seriously."

Ji Jue pulled out a pen, quickly signed on his application, and handed it back: "Just do your best."

"Understood."

Yu Shu nodded decisively and turned to leave.

The afternoon sun blazed fiercely.

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Under the same harsh sunlight, the foul-smelling fishing boat finally traversed the reef area, and the Federation's coastline was within reach.

At the bow, the captain steering the boat glanced back. Noticing no signs of pursuit by the water police, he finally sighed in relief and gestured to the crew behind him.

"Alright, the port is just ahead. Let those guys out and get their stuff ready. Leave immediately after we dock.

Also, anyone who dares to shit on my deck can wait to be thrown overboard!"

The subordinate nodded, holding a cigarette, and headed to the fish hold. The cabin, long filled with fish, smoldered with an indistinguishable stench, which everyone had grown almost accustomed to.

But after turning open the cabin door, they saw the cramped space packed with heads, looking disheveled and grimy. In the sweltering heat, the foul smell became even more nauseating, making one gag.

Soon, one staggering silhouette after another emerged, hauling large bags from the cabin, stepping onto the deck, looking around aimlessly. Seeing the coastline so near, their frail and exhausted eyes suddenly lit up.

Hard to contain.

Screaming, shouting, cheering!

Faces beamed with excitement and delight, cheering nonstop, even embracing each other. Although clearly aware of the uncertain future, after the prolonged torture in the hold, everyone's endurance had reached its limit.

As long as they could land, even going to hell would be acceptable!

"Brother, a smoke, a smoke, well done!"

Among the stowaways, a slightly decent middle-aged man fawned over, offering a smoke to a sailor. The sailor glanced at the soggy cigarette with disdain, waved his hand, lit his own, and kindly shared one: "Don't get too overjoyed, as if the Federation is some good place."

The emaciated middle-aged man smiled wearily: "It's better than outside... At least we can live, right?"

The smoking sailor paused, glanced at him seemingly surprised: "Looks like you've done your homework? Got anyone waiting for you? Want an introduction?"

"No, no, an old classmate introduced me, working near Cliff City, I think it's called... Coast? Have you heard of it?"

"Hey, you're pretty lucky." The sailor laughed, seemingly looking favorably: "Engineer?"

"Just an electrician, nothing much."

The middle-aged man sighed, waving his hand: "Outside diplomas are useless, not sure if they'll even want me."

"That's why you're lucky." The sailor commented: "The Coast is short on people recently, and they don't care about all that. If you have a bit of skill, you can find footing, free food and lodging, and damn double pay for overtime. If lucky, maybe you can become a city dweller someday."

"Big arse! Big arse! What the hell are you loafing around for? You dog-fucked, get to work!" Another sailor shouted from afar: "Damn it, we're washing the cabin, right?"

"Coming, coming!"

Big Arse took a deep drag on his cigarette, sighed heavily, held his breath, grabbed a hose, and rushed to the bottom cabin, but soon returned and walked towards the captain.

The captain's expression changed when he saw him coming.

"What's the situation?"

Big Arse hesitated.

Two minutes later, the captain arrived at the bottom cabin, now mostly empty except for someone curled up in the corner and a child kneeling beside them.

Crying, shaking.

"Mom, mom..."

Mom didn't respond.

The disheveled and emaciated woman remained lying on the ground, still breathing, but unresponsive, only staring blankly, eyes hollow.

"Damn it, bad luck!"

The captain instinctively stepped back two paces, remembering he had gotten vaccinated recently, he felt somewhat reassured, albeit vaguely. He summoned the subordinate to reprimand them thoroughly, yet the subordinate looked innocent.

They had checked the health reports before boarding, even spent extra money on vaccines, yet it still resulted in such a situation. What could they do?

They could only accept the bad luck.

"What are you waiting for, throw it over!"

Big Arse hesitated, glanced at the corner, subconsciously asked: "What about the child?"

The captain's steps halted, turned back coldly, stared straight at him.

Didn't answer.

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Whether willing or not, stopping or not, managing or ignoring.

The spiritual epidemic inevitably spread within the Federation's territory. From north to south, more and more patients with dreamless syndrome began to appear outside the coastal areas in the wilderness.

Many settlements showed symptoms of infection.

In most cities, the measures taken were superficial and hasty, dealing with it half-heartedly. Every year around this time, some chaos would stir up, but everyone had become numb, treating it as the norm.

Vaccines were given, entry checks increased, TV warnings broadcasted.

Last year was malignant influenza, previous years was moss disease, before that was heat syndrome. After spreading, it naturally dissipated.

As for those foreign stowaways, if they live, they live, if not, then they die.

Nothing to do with me.

Anyway, with the Heavenly Governor's Law covering, no matter how severe dreamless syndrome is, it shouldn't spread to the city, right?

Soon, the cruel reality lay before everyone's eyes.

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