Seraphina Sullivan swallowed the special candy.
The moment the seven-colored light fused into her, her body began to heal and recover at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Her skin became smooth and clear again.
Her Aura quickly stabilized.
The color returned to her pale face.
Even her long, lustrous black hair...
...at the very tips, a faint, sun-bright streak of gold quietly appeared.
It was as if it had been infused with some higher level of Life Force and quality.
"This is... your well-deserved compensation."
The will of the God of Cuisine seemed to whisper in Seraphina Sullivan’s ear, carrying a rare hint of approval.
"Not bad, little one."
"Faced with that situation, you didn’t back down. You even beat those worthless Divine Favored to a pulp... Very good."
"You haven’t sullied the name of the God of Cuisine." His tone held a trace of pride.
"I hope this candy, made from a wisp of the Fiend God’s will, brings you some unusual luck and nourishment."
His will swept over Seraphina Sullivan one last time.
It was as if he saw a more distant future through her.
"The Holy War... is about to begin. There isn’t much time left for you. Grow stronger, my little Beloved."
"Don’t let me down... and don’t let those guys hiding in the shadows get too complacent."
With that said, the will of the God of Cuisine rippled gently.
A gentle wave of Space Power enveloped Seraphina Sullivan’s unconscious form. With a flash of light, she vanished completely from the ruined slaughterhouse of an arena.
Almost at the exact moment Seraphina Sullivan disappeared...
...throughout the entire "Zombie Kingdom" instance.
Whether it was the surviving Players scattered throughout the ruins...
...or the Players who were fighting, fleeing, or hiding...
...a long-absent, yet familiar, cold and majestic system notification rang out in everyone’s minds simultaneously.
It was the supreme voice of the master God, impervious to any interference!
[Ding! Abnormal high-dimensional Energy interference and rule disruption detected. Supreme God System protocol restarting...]
[Restart complete.
It has been detected that the ’Zombie Kingdom’ civilization-type trial instance has suffered illegal intervention from an unauthorized, high-intensity, unknown Power. The trial’s progress has severely deviated from its preset course, resulting in an abnormal Player casualty rate.]
[In accordance with Article 7 of the "Pan-Multiverse Civilization Trial Emergency Protocol," the final administrative notice is as follows:]
[1. Effective immediately, all quests in this instance are terminated.
All currently surviving Players, regardless of quest completion status, may immediately and safely return to their original home worlds.]
[2. To compensate for the losses and mental distress caused to all Players by this trial anomaly, the system will issue one [Basic Compensation Treasure Box] to each returning Player.]
[3. Based on the severity of this anomalous event and its potential chain effects on the original home worlds, the system will apply an emergency halt to the ’Apocalyptic Disaster Evolution Process’ for all relevant home worlds.
After all Players return, their respective home worlds will enter a one-calendar-month buffer Peace Period.
During this period, existing disasters will cease to worsen, and no new types of disasters will be generated.
All Players are advised to cherish this time to rest, recuperate, and improve yourselves in preparation for future challenges.]
[4. The next instance will open in one month!]
[Teleportation commencing—]
The moment the notification ended...
...within the Zombie Kingdom, a soft, white light of return illuminated every living Player.
Whether they were cowering in dark corners or battling zombies and other Players...
...the next second, their figures began to blur and turn transparent within the light.
Fear, relief, confusion, indignation, ecstasy... all these emotions ultimately melted into the deliverance of returning to reality.

The ruins returned to a dead silence.


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