Every monk will wear a shovel with him, symbolizing their duty - to bury the dead in proper rituals to ensure that their souls will not be lost.

The fraternity members also wear a small bottle that carries the holy spring water of Fukugawa Island.

They call it the tears of life, and this little bottle symbolizes another responsibility of their lives - to save lives and heal the wounded.

However, no matter how hard Jorick tried, he could not gain acceptance and recognition from other monks.

For them, the philosophy that could only be understood by converting to faith became visible and tangible objects in them.

They hate his abilities, and what he perceives is something they need to spend their whole life to understand.

Yorik was alienated by his fellow brothers and became lonely again.

One morning, Yorik was handling his daily duties in the cemetery when a dark cloud suddenly broke into his sight. The dark clouds rolled on the ground of Fukugawa Island, devouring all objects. Yorik wanted to escape, but the dark clouds quickly devoured him and hid him in the shadows.

Jorik looked around and all living beings were withering and twisting, corrupted and fallen by the evil magic of the black fog.

Humans, animals, and even plants have transformed into ugly, ghoul-like forms.

The strong wind in his ear was whispering, and the brothers nearby began to tear up the small bottles filled with healing water hanging around their necks, as if these small bottles were causing them great pain.

After a while, Yorik was horrified to find that all the souls of these monks were pulled out of their bodies, leaving only cold and pale corpses.

Amid the heart-wrenching wailing of his brothers, Yorik heard the sound in the fog alone.

"Take it away. Join us. We will be one."

He felt his fingers clasping the small bottle hanging in front of his neck.

Yorik tried all his willpower, forcing himself to let go of his hands, and ordered the howling souls to calm down. The black fog rolled violently, and darkness overwhelmed him.

When Yorik woke up, he found that the surroundings were calm, the once fertile land had turned into a strange and deserted hell, and Fukugawa Island had become a shadow island.

A wisp of lonely black mist followed him, trying to take away the only living creature that had not yet been corrupted.

Although the black mist was tightly surrounded him, Yorik found that the black mist's tentacles would immediately bounce back as soon as they touched the small bottle in front of his neck.

He held the bottle of blessing water tightly and suddenly realized that it was all because of the existence of this bottle of water.

In the following days, Yorik searched for survivors across the islands, but only the twisted wreckage was found.

Wherever he went, he saw a miserable soul standing up from the dead.

By searching for the survivors, Jorik began to slowly guess the cause of the catastrophe: a king came here to revive his queen, and by chance he destroyed the archipelago and everything on it.

Jorik hopes to find this "defeated king" and reverse the curse he casts.

But facing the almost endless deaths around him, he felt insignificant and powerless.

Immersed in sorrow, Yorik was almost unable to extricate himself, and began to speak to the souls around him, hoping to find comfort like he did when he was a child.

Unexpectedly, whenever he communicated with the fog around him, corpses crawled out of the grave and moved forward in his voice. He realized that these corpses that had been buried by him were now obeying his orders.

A glimmer of hope appeared in his desperate heart.

In order to save the dead on Shadow Island, Yorik will use the deceased's own advantages and strength.

In order to end the curse, he had to use the curse.

"Save...life," the shipwreck sailor begged.

Yorik could not speculate on how long the survivor had been lying here, with multiple fractures and blood flowing through the wreckage of the shipwreck.

His wailing sound was very loud, but it was completely covered by the sounds of countless unjust souls on the island. A whirlwind of ghosts lingered around him, and the dying life attracted them like a lighthouse in the darkness, and the fresh souls were the food they always desire.

The man opened his eyes wide in horror.

He should indeed be frightened.

Yorik had seen the black fog take away the wandering soul, and he was a warm living person, a rare thing on Shadow Island.

How long has Jorick been - a hundred years? - never seen a living thing? He could feel the fog behind him trembling and wanted to greet the stranger with a cold hug.

But the scene in front of him aroused something that Yorik had long forgotten. This vague feeling made Yorik refuse to give up his life. The strong monk raised the injured person and carried him to the ancient temple on the mountain.

Yorik observed the injured man's face, and every step he took, he endured the severe pain and moaned.

Why did you come here, the living?

After climbing to the top of the mountain, Yorik took his guests through several corridors and finally arrived at an ancient medical clinic.

He placed the injured person on a huge stone platform to check his injuries. Most of the man's ribs were broken and his lungs had collapsed on one side.

"Why waste time?"

A bunch of thick voices asked, and the mist behind Yorik spoke in unison.

Yorik didn't say anything. He left the stone platform and came to a thick door behind the clinic.

The door was difficult to push open, and his hands only left palm prints on the thick dust. He used his shoulders to press the main door panel and leaned forward with all his strength.

"No matter how hard you work, it's just a futile thing." The mist jokingly said. "Leave it to us."

Jorik responded to them again with contemptuous words and finally pushed the door open.

Thick oak rubbed against the stone bricks of the temple, and the back room was filled with scrolls, herbs and bottles.

Jorik looked at these relics of his life in a daze, trying to recall how to use them.

He picked up a few familiar things—bandages, which had turned yellow and crisp, ointment, which had dried and solidified—and then returned to the stone platform to look after the injured person.

"Stop him," said Mizuno. "It was ours when he came to the beach."

"Quiet!" Yorik sternly said.

The people on the stone platform were breathing hard now. Jorik knew that there was not much time left and wanted to bandage his wound, but the rotten bandage would break and break as soon as it was tied.

His breathing became shorter and shorter, and suddenly he twitched.

He grabbed Jorik's hand in pain and despair. Jorik knew that there was only one thing that could save his life.

He twisted the crystal bottle in front of his neck and thought about the water of life contained inside. There was only a little left.

Yorik isn't sure if that's enough to save this person, and even if it's enough... Yorik has to face the reality.

The act of saving people is just his recollection of his past life. At that time, this cursed land was called Fukugami Island. The soul in the fog was mocking him, and the ruthless reality was mocking him.

This man is bound to die, and if Jorick uses the Tears of Life, he will die himself. He tightens the bottle and hangs it in front of his neck.

Yorik retreated from the stone platform and watched the man's chest rise and fall for the last time.

The black mist filled the room, and the evil spirit stretched out its black claws in full desire. The mist trembled eagerly, pulling the soul of the dead out of the corpse. It let out a faint and powerless howl, and then was instantly swallowed by the new master.

Jorik stood motionless in the room and said a prayer based on his vague memory.

He looked at the shell on the stone platform and thought bitterly of the task he had not completed. As long as the spell of destruction continues to exist, anyone who comes to this archipelago will encounter the same fate.

He had to give peace to the cursed archipelago, but after so many years of searching, all he found was rumors and whispers about the ruined king.

He needs the answer.

Yorik made a gesture, and a wisp of mist poured into the body.

After a moment, it sat up from the stone platform with almost no self-awareness. But it could see, listen, and walk.

"Help me," said Yorik.

The body staggered out of the clinic's door, and the sound of slow footsteps echoed in the empty hall of the temple.

It walked into the miasma of the cemetery and passed by rows of empty tombs.

Yorik watched the body walk towards the center of the island with deep and shallow feet, and finally disappeared into the fog. Perhaps this one could come back with the answer.

"The ruined king of Foyego?"

Aphelius had never heard of this person.

Robin leaned against him and gestured twice on the deck.

Draw a rough map and point to the east and said:

"Someone knows that Eastern country, whose land is far away from overseas, and its name has long been scattered in the long river of time, along with the ruins scattered on the coastline.

Few people have heard of the young and foolish ruler, or know how his infatuation ruined his kingdom.

Now, that king has become a threat to everyone.

His name is Foyego.

As the second prince in the royal family, Foyego has never been expected to ascend the throne.

He was pampered, complacent and selfish. But when his brother died in an accident, Foyego, the crown prince who had no intention of governing the country and had no ability to govern, suddenly found that he had an extra crown on his head.

He was completely distracted by the throne until one day he met a poor female tailor.

Foyego immediately fell in love with her beauty, and the young king proposed to her engagement, so the ruler, who stood at the top of the powerful, married a village girl.

The love between the two is like a spell.

Foyego, a selfish person who has always been indifferent to others, dedicated his life to her.

The two were intimate and inseparable. There was no need to say much about the luxurious gifts, and as long as Isuld was present, his mind could hardly accommodate any other matters.

Foyego's supporters were furious about this.
To be continued...