On a hill overlooking the jungles of western Congo, Rosaline was looking around south-central Africa in Simulation Mode.0

—Woah0

Rosaline exclaimed.0

“It’s bad,” Young-Joon, who was also seeing what Rosaline was seeing, said.0

—It’s no joke. The jungles of southern and western Congo have already been taken over by Ebola and anthracis.0

“...”0

Young-Joon held his head.0

“Anthracis isn’t that good at spreading, is it?”0

—Anthracis quickly hopped onto the herbivores in this area when they got Ebola and had low immunity.0

Rosaline said.0

—And if they go to another area after Ebola’s incubation period and die, they are going to spread the anthracis there.0

“How much do you think it relies on anthracis?”0

—The spread of Ebola?0

“Yeah.”0

—About eighty percent.0

“That’s pretty high.”0

Young-Joon thought for a moment. The hot, thirty degree wind brushed up against his neck.0

“What do we have to do to kill anthracis?” Young-Joon asked.0

—It’s difficult to destroy once it forms spores. We can kill it if we pour a solution of ten percent formalin onto it.0

“But if we pour something like that onto the jungle...0