In the inner city of New York.
After William and Walker emerged from the Doors of Terror, Amy immediately rushed over.
In recent days, Steven and the others had been continuously expanding from the inner city, establishing fortresses, clearing out monsters, and rescuing refugees.
“Mr. Johnson, are you alright?” Amy ran over to William as soon as she saw him.
Influenced by Zeus and Poseidon, Amy’s attire resembled that of ancient Greek mythology.
She wore a white peplos, a laurel wreath on her head, a himation draped over her shoulders, and held a three-foot-long sword with a special crescent shape.
“I’m fine.” William smiled. Amy, this foolish child, was only ten years old, yet none of the items she carried were ordinary.
The laurel wreath on her head was the top-tier artifact, the Diadem of Wisdom. The belt around her waist, previously worn by Poseidon, carried the aura of high-ranking god-kings and contained the original divine power of the Sea God Poseidon.
The special crescent-shaped sword she held was the transformed version of Poseidon’s Sword of the Abyssal Guardian.
Even the himation draped over her shoulders was made of the Golden Fleece, blessed with the combined powers of two high-ranking god-kings. Wearing this garment, she was protected from all evil, immune to sickness, and impervious to fire and water.
Her shoes were artifacts too.
With such gear, even if she ventured into the Divine Realm, no one would dare touch her.
Being the shared disciple of two high-ranking god-kings, her outfit was truly formidable.
Dressed in this gear, she could even escape unscathed from an encounter with a Supreme Deity-level powerhouse.
But honestly, which Supreme Deity would dare target Amy after seeing her equipped like this?
Amy’s gear clearly showed she was the favored one of the two high-ranking god-kings. Anyone who dared to harm Amy would be declaring war against Zeus and Poseidon.
Provoking two high-ranking god-kings in the thirteenth universe,aside from William, it was hard to imagine anyone else daring to do so.
“Amy, why don’t you care about me?” Walker joked with a laugh. “If I hadn’t gone in with him, William might not have made it out.”
Amy pouted and rolled her eyes at him, saying, “If it weren’t for Steven and Seraphina holding me back, wouldn’t I have gone in too?”
“But still, thank you.”
Amy’s strength was not to be underestimated either,had she entered the Doors of Terror with them, she indeed might have been able to make a difference.
However, she was stopped by Steven and Seraphina.
Seraphina reassured Amy, telling her that William would be fine.
Amy actually believed it.
She had asked her masters, “Is Mr. Johnson strong?”
Both masters had said, “Very strong.”
If both masters said so, then surely nothing bad would happen.
Walker and Amy clearly knew each other well. After chatting briefly with Amy, Walker turned to William and said, “Let’s go, William. What’s there to talk about with this little kid? I’ll take you to get registered, then we can pick up some supplies, and you can stay in the same room as me.”
“I’m going to see my father-in-law first,” William responded, not committing to staying with Walker. His main reason for returning was to check on Calvin.
In the apocalypse, the lives of the wealthy could change drastically.
Currency had temporarily become worthless, with bartering and state-distributed supplies becoming more common.
Money was the least useful thing during these times.
But the Turner family was different.
Whether it was Steven or any other Soulmancer, everyone knew Alice was a powerful Soulmancer. Even if money had lost its meaning, the safety of the Turner family was still assured.
Most importantly, the Turner family had a background in medicine, which was invaluable in these chaotic times. Besides superhumans and Soulmancers rescuing refugees, doctors were also indispensable and respected.
Calvin could no longer live the life of a wealthy magnate as before. After losing his external businesses, he had joined a national research team, responsible for developing the latest medical equipment.
“You mean Calvin?” Walker smiled, “That old gentleman is doing great. With the drastic reduction in medical staff, the Turner family, all being doctors, now form the most important medical team in the whole of New York. Many people who get injured are saved by them.”
William nodded, aware of the situation.
In the apocalypse, while businessmen and actors might fall into despair or even become targets of oppression, doctors would not.
Calvin was highly skilled in medicine, a truly capable man.
Those going out to rescue refugees in the city, whether they were injured or the refugees they brought back, all needed medical care. Naturally, Calvin’s status in New York wouldn’t decline.
Moreover, the Turner family’s creed was “to save all those afflicted by disease.” Charles Turner had been strict in his upbringing, and Calvin, full of passion for medicine, was naturally respected.
Amy didn’t leave just yet but followed behind William, saying, “Mr. Johnson, I know where Mr. Turner is, I’ll take you there!”
William could have easily located Calvin Turner using his psychic senses, but he preferred to observe this chaotic world from the perspective of a bystander.
Following Amy, they walked through the inner city of New York, which hadn’t improved much. The streets were filled with injured refugees, medical teams everywhere, and various superhumans and soldiers maintaining order.
When they arrived at an open-air tent area, they saw Calvin treating wounds for refugees on the front lines.
Calvin had previously taken a pill given by William, which could only replenish his primal life force, allowing him to live longer, with more vigorous vitality and better health.
But in just a few years, Calvin Turner looked at least a decade older. The once distinguished middle-aged man had become gaunt, with white hair, still treating wounds for refugees.
“The patient’s wound is infected; we need to operate immediately,” Calvin diagnosed a refugee and instructed the nurse to rush the patient to a recently constructed temporary hospital.
There was no choice,the hospitals in the outer city had been overtaken by bizarre creatures. Now, not only were medical resources strained, but unless the injuries were severe, they were generally treated outside.
The temporary hospital was already full.
William called out to him, “Mr. Turner.”
“William?” Calvin, after seeing William, glanced behind him, probably not seeing Alice, then said, “We’ll talk later, I need to save people first.”
Then he followed the patient towards the direction of the temporary hospital.
William could tell, Calvin Turner was suffering from overwork.
Despite taking the pills he provided, to still be overworked, he must have been going nights without sleep.
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