Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 838

After Governor Marcel and the garrison commander left, Perfectcott put away his cold expression, sat back on the sofa, and sighed helplessly.

She looked through the window at the city in the distance shrouded in the faint light of the energy tower, and a complex emotion arose in her heart.

If possible, she didn't want to do that.

She is not a cold-hearted person, and she has thought about using gentler means to obtain resources to avoid causing more people to suffer.

But now, she has no choice.

She knew that with her orders, countless French people might die, life would become more difficult, and even many unspeakable things would happen.

Those at the bottom of society who are already living on the brink of poverty will be forced to endure greater exploitation and may even lose their last hope of survival.

Perfect knew all this.

However, she could not take any lenient measures towards them, nor could she show them even the slightest bit of leniency.

Her goal was too ambitious and her time was too tight.

The shadow of the war of gods hangs over the entire world, and the survival of mankind is at stake.

She not only exploits the lower-class people, but also the middle-class citizens and big capitalists who live a good life.

No one is immune, for this war demands the sacrifice of all.

After all, the third floating city module has not been completed yet and still requires a lot of resource investment.

The floating cities are the only hope for mankind in this war of gods. They are not only a fortress against evil gods, but also a guarantee for the future survival of mankind.

Not to mention, what Perfectoct needs is not just the third floating city module, but the fourth or even the fifth.

Only with enough floating cities can humanity ensure that it is invincible in this war.

In order to build the floating city module she had planned, she could only squeeze the blood out of Marcel and even the entire France.

Even though this land had been squeezed dry before the arrival of the doomsday winter, Perfect still wants to continue squeezing out the last bit of surplus value from this land.

Every piece of ore, every drop of fuel, and every serving of food must be used to build the floating city.

If necessary, she would also exploit other countries throughout the Old Continent to obtain sufficient resources.

Thinking of this, a gleam of determination flashed in Perfecto's eyes.

She knew that her actions would be judged by future generations as callous and cruel, and she might even be accused of being a tyrant.

But she doesn't care!
In this war that concerns the survival of mankind, personal reputation and morality have become insignificant.

The only thing she cares about is how to win this war and how to ensure the future of mankind.

"If necessary, I will make the whole world work for me." Perfect whispered to himself, with a hint of coldness and determination in his tone.

She stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the city in the distance again.

She knew that her path was destined to be filled with blood and sacrifice, but she had no choice. For the future of mankind, she could only keep moving forward, even if she was stepping on the corpses of countless people.
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Meanwhile, the residents of Martha are unaware of their impending fate. Their lives have already become difficult under the oppression of the end of winter, and Perfecto's orders will make their situation even worse.

In the city's slums, the lower-class people huddle in simple shacks, relying on weak fires for warmth.

They have become accustomed to being exploited and struggling to survive in the cold wind.

However, when the new orders reached the mines and workshops, despair appeared on the workers' faces.

They knew it would mean longer hours, more dangerous working conditions, and reduced food rations.

"How much more ore do they want us to dig?" a miner complained in a low voice, his hands covered with frostbite and cracks. "We can't hold on any longer. If this continues, we will all die in this damn place."

“Death?” Another worker smiled bitterly and shook his head. “Do you think they care whether we live or die? To them, we are nothing but consumables.”

On the other side of the city, the lives of middle-class citizens have also been impacted.

Their shops were forcibly requisitioned, the supplies in their warehouses were cleared out, and even the grain stored in their homes were required to be handed over.

Citizens who once thought they could survive this doomsday winter are now in panic.

"They don't even let us go!" A businessman slammed the table angrily. "Why should we hand over all the supplies we have worked so hard to save? This is simply robbery!"

"Keep your voice down!" His wife looked around nervously, "Don't you want to live? If the garrison hears us, our whole family will be in trouble."

In the wealthy areas of the city, big capitalists are also feeling the pressure.

Their factories were required to operate around the clock, workers were forced to work overtime, and even their private supply reserves were requisitioned.

Although they tried to evade these orders through bribery and connections, their privileges were wiped out under Perfecto's iron-fisted policy.

"This is crazy!" a factory owner roared angrily, "They are trying to force us to death! Our factory is already overloaded. If this continues, the machines will break down, the workers will go on strike, and everything will be over!"

"End?" His partner sneered, "Do you think they care? To them, we are just part of their resources. As long as they can squeeze out a little value, they will not stop."

Although all levels of Masel were angry and desperate at Perfecto's orders, they were powerless to resist.

The iron hoofs of the garrison and the threat of being driven out of the coverage area of ​​the energy tower forced them to endure it all silently, not to mention that there is now a floating city looming over their heads.

The lower-class people continued to work in the cold wind, the middle-class citizens handed in supplies in fear, and the big capitalists kept their factories running in anger.

Everyone knew that the exploitation would not stop until the last bit of resources in Marcel were drained.

However, in despair, the flames of resistance will only burn brighter.

The French did surrender to Victoria's rule, but they never gave up resistance.

Just as the Old Capital was willing to sacrifice the entire city for a chance to avenge Perfect, there were people in Malthael who were willing to give everything for a chance to rebel.

And all this happened right under the noses of the Governor and the garrison commander.

Although they are not incompetent, they have ignored the resistance hidden in the darkest corners because their rule has been too smooth over the years.

(End of this chapter)