Man on the ark, forced to become king

Although she herself felt she shouldn't leave the Tower of Babel so hastily, she couldn't resist Theresa's strong support.

The Demon King seemed eager for her to leave, his intention to get rid of her practically overflowing.

Having no other choice, Kal'tsit, who couldn't refuse Theresa, simply handed over her affairs and went back to the Golden Tree with Nian and Xi.

On the deck of the landship, Theresa leaned on the railing, gazing at the receding shadows in the distance. She sighed almost imperceptibly, her face suddenly turning pale.

Do you think the time is up?

Suddenly, a low voice sounded from the side, and a figure whose face was not visible silently stood beside her.

The person who arrived was tall, with his entire face covered by a neck brace and mask, and even his hair was wrapped in a hooded dark blue trench coat. Underneath the trench coat was a white coat similar to that worn by medical personnel. The overall outfit was quite strange, and his voice also seemed to have been processed in some way, making it impossible to tell whether he was male or female.

"Cough, you've been watching?"

Theresa looked away, her hand gripping the edge of the railing tightly, as if she were trying her best to suppress the pain, to the point that her arm was trembling slightly.

"I'm sorry to have shown you such a disheveled state."

"Want one of our newly developed painkillers?"

With a slight flick of his black-gloved hand, he produced a red syringe from who-knows-where.

Although it was a question, there was no waiting for an answer before the injection was already inserted into Theresa's forearm.

As the pale red liquid was injected into her body, Theresa's pale face regained some color, and her trembling arms calmed down.

The effect is immediate.

"Phew... thank you. What kind of medicine is this? It works so quickly!"

“Blood extract, mine.”

"...Don't do that again, Doctor."

Theresa paused for a moment, then shook her head with a wry smile.

"If you don't do this, how long can you hold out?"

The doctor asked back, his voice devoid of any emotion, like a robot.

"Are you ready to send Kal'tsit away in such a hurry?"

"Do you know why Kal'tsit, I, and many others have gathered here?"

"If you fall down now, everything will fall apart, and the impact will be far greater than you think."

"Now that we've retreated this far, let's take another step back. Once we leave Kazdel, we'll have even more opportunities."

"Has even the tactical commander known as the Evil Spirit been unable to promise victory this time?"

Several questions left Theresa speechless for a moment, but she quickly burst into laughter again.

"What's the point of leaving Kazdel?"

“I still don’t believe my brother was right, but the Sarkaz chose him. Look… how many Sarkaz are left in Babel? How many of our troops are left?”

"Rather than lingering on in misery, let him do it. Let my death be the end, and you will all have a new beginning. I'm so sorry, if it weren't for us, you wouldn't be like this now..."

Who is right and who is wrong in this ideological debate?

Such a dispute makes it difficult for either side to be convinced. Theresa is unwilling to admit that Theresis's tough approach was correct, nor does she agree that the problem must be solved through war.

However, even the Demon King could not change everyone's will.

The Sarkaz chose Theresis.

Kazdel also chose him.

Most of the royal courts were willing to serve him, and mercenaries who roamed the wild lands gathered under his command. Without a doubt, compared to her, the Demon King, Theresis was now more like the ruler of this country.

The people of this land believe that Therese is right, so Theresa must let go.

Continuing to fight is pointless. Even if she escapes Kazdel with the help of those who still believe in her and waits to make a comeback, even if her body can still hold on, there is no need to do so.

Meaningless fighting will only deplete the Sarkaz's already dwindling resources and make the land increasingly chaotic.

There can be no two suns in the sky, nor two rulers in a country. Regardless of right or wrong, there must always be one person who is the only voice.

Now, that person can only be Therese.

Theresa chose to let go, ending her own life so that those she cared about could have a way out.

"I can still promise you victory, and I can do it whenever I want."

The doctor turned his head, his empty mask revealing a pitch-black void, like a bottomless abyss.

"And then what? I promise you victory, but what's the point of victory if you're not here?"

"You've decided everything, planned everything, and are just waiting for the final curtain call. But why are you, who are always so gentle, unwilling to consider other people's thoughts this time?"

"I'm sorry... but you'll help me, won't you?"

"Yes, I will grant your wish."

Without joy or sorrow, the doctor's voice was as calm as still water. He turned and left the deck, his steps steady and unwavering.

For him, all emotions are unnecessary.

He is the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel, a terrifying legend that circulates throughout this land.

But even evil spirits have their obsessions.

Therefore, he will respond to his friend's expectations, no matter how painful it may be.

"Feel sorry……"

Watching the doctor's figure disappear into the corridor, Theresa lowered her head, her hands clenching and unclenching.

How could she not know that her decision would cause her friend pain?

But she had no other choice.

The Demon King must die.

Only the death of the Demon King can bring an end to this decades-long war; only with her death can the Tower of Babel have a chance to survive.

This is a necessary exchange.

She has already planned for the future of the Babel Tower operators, and the deal with the Golden Tree can make this plan more secure.

Kal'tsit has also gone to the Golden Tree, which is a good start.

In the future, Rhodes Island will break free from Kazdel's shadow and sail freely across the land. Operators who are tired of war will have more choices, and everyone can have a fresh start—except for herself.

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From a purely rational perspective, Kal'tsit was in a terrible mood, especially after seeing the two sisters walking ahead, which made her even more annoyed.

I got what I wanted—in a completely unexpected way.

Of course, if sacrificing oneself can truly resolve Theresa's health issues, then the deal is entirely worthwhile.

However, Theresa's handling of the matter was strange in every way, making her feel very uneasy.

That haste... it was like making final arrangements, as if there was something she couldn't know.

The Tower of Babel is now in grave danger under the pressure of Regent Theresis, so why let her leave at this point in time?

The doctor hasn't shown up for many days, and seems to be plotting something.

Everyone has secrets, and without realizing it, she seemed to have been excluded?

Kal'tsit couldn't help but have this thought, and there was an 80% chance she could confirm it, but she had no evidence.

Besides, having evidence now is useless, since we're already on the wrong path, and who knows how we'll be targeted once we get to the Golden Tree.

Compared to the abnormalities of the Doctor and Theresa, she had to prioritize that despicable Lin Lu, and these two gods from Yan Country!

The one who doesn't talk much seems easy to deal with, but the real problem is this guy who's always jumping around!

After leaving the Tower of Babel, there was no need to worry about complicated matters. Theresa had also obtained what she needed. Her intelligence once again took over, and Kal'tsit keenly sensed something unusual—this guy had the aura of a fun-loving person!

"Hey, I'm telling you, you idiot... Kal'tsit, have you ever thought about removing the restrictions of the blessing on you?"

As they walked, Nian suddenly said something, and Kal'tsit, who had been on guard, immediately became alert and clenched her fists.

If she weren't outmatched, she would have punched this despicable god right now and smashed him into the ground.

You were just trying to call it a silly cat, weren't you? You definitely were!

"Of course I'd like to. What advice do you have?"

With her cat ears perked up, Kal'tsit repeatedly reminded herself not to get angry, and gave a cold reply.

"Yes, there is an opportunity right now in front of you."

Nian turned her head slightly, a strange smile on her lips, clearly in a very pleasant mood.

"You can probably guess that Lin Lu plans to create a doll to house someone's soul. If you can play a role in this process, you'll not only improve your status within the Golden Tree, but you'll also learn the relevant techniques—the technique of transferring souls into dolls. Pretty useful, right?"

A technique for transferring a soul into a doll?

So this is what they wanted?

Wait, doesn't that mean...?

Her mind raced, and Kal'tsit immediately realized the use of this technology—Theresia!