"Long time no see, Mayor Hakimi."

Mary took the orange tabby cat, vigorously rubbing its head until the fur fluffed up, "You've really turned into Hakimi."

Her gaze swept past the round-faced tabby cat, landing on the vacant land where the former prison stood, not a single brick left. It was the first challenge to order from Laris's faction.

The battle continues, and besides the mountains of documents in City Hall, she now has another task—to find a place to shelter these "homeless" prisoners.

"Many prisoners were falsely accused and jailed during the previous mayor's rule."

Leon also led the security team to the scene, "Lady Mary, I think this is an opportunity. The prison has been destroyed, and the Upper City cannot accommodate so many people. Perhaps it's time to restore their innocence."

He paused and handed over the prepared materials, "Here are the dossiers I've organized over the past few days."

Mary suddenly felt a bit dazed.

She noticed a seemingly familiar figure passing through the nearby alley, moving along the riverbank. But when she tried to confirm it, the figure had already melted into the depths of the night.

"Ethan, Senzi, Senzi..."

Bazarian whispered the name, suddenly stopping before a frozen puddle, her blurred silhouette reflected in it.

After a thousand years, she was given the chance to rise from the dead.

She wanted to destroy the pathetic world that this "other self" desperately protected.

Those were her words of confession to the priest at the Holy City, for back then she saw a nation seemingly glorious on the outside but rotten at its core.

Destruction, revenge.

This fits the world's anticipation for "Doomsday."

But ultimately, it's just to find something to do in her long life after resurrection.

Otherwise, where would this path lead her?

Bazarian curled her lips, returning to her usual graceful composure as a touch of crimson energy dropped into the puddle, but this time, what emerged from it was no longer writhing buds but a red flower.

During this lengthy night, the yellow little potato completed its mission successfully.

When she returned, the barbecue and fried rice remained warm.

Ethan holding a bag with lunch boxes suddenly thought that with his Earth Element skill, if he couldn't find work in the future, he could probably earn a living by delivering takeout or express.

He placed the bag on the chair, gently lifting the soft white bundle curled upon the long bench onto his lap.

Feeling Ethan's presence, the white ragdoll cat opened its eyes into a narrow slit.

"Honey, it's snowing. Come see the snow."

He opened the lunch box for Lindong, letting the aroma of barbecue envelop them, moonlight and snowflakes draping over them, as if the vast Oasis City had only the two of them left.

Watching the snowflakes, eating steaming late-night snacks, this romantic atmosphere was enough to make one forget many things.

This was Ethan's plan.

It proved that under the desire to survive, people would explode with astounding wisdom.

This snow descending upon Oasis City was for this very moment.

The ragdoll cat's eyes first held some confusion, then transformed into white light under his gaze, turning back into the white-haired, red-eyed girl, her crimson eyes gazing deeply at Ethan.

Her lips moved in this romantic ambiance, yet uttered words as cold as winter, "Where's the fruit I asked you to pick?"

For a moment, Ethan felt his heart skip a beat.

Yes, it was because he saw through the fragile nature of the Elemental Shaper's body that the "Cate Exhaustion" plan came to be today.

However, everything has two sides.

A frail body comes with extraordinary intelligence, mainly reflected in reaction speed, memory, and comprehension abilities.

This meant...

His wife couldn't be fooled!

Even when she was just waking up!

Lindong merely glanced at the vanished Ice Crystal Giant Tree, immediately understanding the origin of this snow, coupled with Ethan's extremely guilty look...

She lifted her right hand, pinched a falling snowflake, and in the moment it touched her fingertip, it transformed into a translucent fruit, the fruit exuding a sweet aroma. Under Ethan's terrified gaze, Lindong placed the fruit into his mouth.

Then, she leaned on Ethan's shoulder, her full weight pressing down, actively picking up a skewer of barbecue and savoring it.

"Alright, let's watch the snow."

...............…

Next morning, at the Security Office.

"Today, we gather here with heavy hearts—and a touch of sympathy for his luck at cards, to jointly mourn our beloved acting Prison Warden, Mr. Sariman."

"Mr. Sariman's life was one of dutiful service, one of courageous valor, and above all, an epic of relentless struggle on the bridge table against destiny, devoting much of his life's passion to two pursuits: maintaining prison order and challenging the limits of probability theory."

"He was a true Knight of the Cards, a warrior who never admitted defeat. Every time night fell, when the cards were picked up, you could always see a flame of mixed hope and fate burning in Mr. Sariman's eyes. He firmly believed the next call would be the moment the goddess of fate finally smiled upon him."

...

When the first ray of morning sunshine bathed Oasis City, the newly appointed officials, Mary included, attended this memorial service.