Man on the ark, forced to become king

Before this, she never imagined that one day such a title would fall on her, someone who knew nothing but fighting.

However, since it was the king's arrangement, she would try to accept it.

The doctor in the medical department named Warfarin seems to have a lot of experience in taking care of children. Maybe I should find some time to ask her.

Thinking about things she would never have considered before, Loretta nodded somewhat stiffly: "Hmm."

Such a cold attitude is obviously not good, but for her, who is not good at communicating with people, it is almost the limit.

"Teacher, are we going to learn archery?"

The teacher's attitude was unpredictable, making Xi Dejia, who was in an unfamiliar environment, a little nervous. She asked in a low voice with a look of trepidation.

She had already tasted some benefits from Loretta, knowledge and skills she had never encountered before and which the seniors in the monastery would never teach.

In the past, she would have strongly agreed with the views of her elders.

Monks in monasteries have their own methods of combat and should not seek out unorthodox or heretical methods.

However, after witnessing the cruelty and horror of war firsthand, Xi Dejia felt that what his elders said might not necessarily be true.

Battle is not a back-and-forth, childish game; it is a contest of life and death. The most important thing is to defeat the enemy and survive. Why be bound by those outdated rules?

In that magical war, the young nun became acutely aware of her own shortcomings and thus desperately wanted to improve her strength so that she wouldn't be so powerless in the next battle that might come at any time.

Loretta's appearance perfectly fulfilled her hopes.

Unlike what was taught in the monastery, this new teacher's style was simple and efficient, discarding all meaningless things and only pursuing how to defeat the enemy as quickly as possible, and preserve oneself and minimize losses in battle.

Those things, compared to the style of Langdon Abbey, were undoubtedly unorthodox, but Sidgar thought they were quite good now.

Therefore, she was eager to learn more, to learn the magical bow that was so alluring to every archer.

"You still have a lot to learn."

As a pure warrior from the North, Loretta's view of Sidgar was far more insightful than Sidgar herself.

In her eyes, what Xi Dejia had learned before was not entirely useless, but it was not very useful either.

To put it bluntly, it's all show and no substance; in a real life-or-death battle, it would only get beaten up.

In the face of life and death, the enemy won't reason with you, nor will they give you a chance to slowly strike a pose. Efficient killing is what a warrior should pursue most.

Whoever has the biggest fist and the most ruthless methods will survive; everything else, no matter how fancy or elaborate, is useless.

Xi Dejia is currently in a flashy but ineffective phase, making too many useless moves and lacking judgment on the battlefield, all of which are potentially fatal flaws.

The king specially assigned someone to teach her, so Loretta naturally wouldn't slack off and planned to have the little nun correct all these bad habits.

"That……"

Sidja stared longingly at Loretta, her eyes gleaming with hope.

However, before she could get the answer she wanted, golden leaves appeared from the void and drifted down.

"Let's go."

After reading the information from the leaf, Loretta grabbed the little nun's shoulder and, without hesitation, immediately activated the blessing teleportation.

"Your work has arrived."

"Hey?!"

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“I told you long ago that Laterano is an abandoned project with a lot of problems, right?”

In the spacious underground space, the doctor straightened up, rubbed his back, and grinned as he gave a thumbs up: "In short, there's a reason why a defective product is defective. It's good enough that it's still usable now. I can't do much to help you modify it."

"You should know that once a program is running stably, it's best not to touch it anymore, especially if the program has been running for quite some time."

"Nobody knows what it's based on right now."

"Adding what you want is already risky enough; we'd better not do anything else."

"I understand the logic, but... never mind, I'll just add it in anyway."

Lin Lu stood to the side, hesitant to speak, but in the end she didn't say what was on her mind.

Regarding why the Doctor had relevant authority over the Lateran underground facility, he actually had a guess—could the Doctor be the original designer and builder of this thing?

Otherwise, how could she be so familiar with this process, not knowing she had the authority, yet starting to do it right away, as if she knew it very well?

However, that era has vanished into the relentless passage of time, and dwelling on those things now is pointless and unnecessary.

"Tsk tsk, I can tell what you're thinking just by looking at your expression."

The professor stretched his aching body and said arrogantly, "This kind of thing doesn't even deserve my attention. It's probably the work of some lab, not worthy of my concern."

"Why do I have access to this place? And why am I so familiar with it? Of course, it's because all their stuff is done within the framework I laid out. How could it possibly be difficult for me?"

"Okay, okay, you're the best, you're amazing, you're so great, but you're still alive because of a coffin, right?"

Lin Lu pursed her lips, skipping the topic and not giving the doctor a chance to continue boasting.

"In short, my plan should go smoothly, right?"

"Of course, if I take action, then it will definitely be—"

"You don't need to say anything more, I understand."

Leaving the bulging-eyed PhD student with the back of his head, Lin Lu turned and left, feeling a surge of satisfaction.

For someone who enjoys showing off, interrupting others from doing so can also be quite entertaining.

Want to show off? Don't even think about it! Hold it in!

Lin Lu casually plucked a golden leaf from thin air, engraved a message on it, and sent it over. A smile crept onto her lips as she walked toward the entrance to the basement.

After the doctor's modifications, Laterano's laws have been integrated into the Golden Tree to a certain extent. Although they cannot fully control them at present and there are still limitations, as long as they can ensure that the law entities in the underground space can be shut down and destroyed at any time, there will be no problem.

In this way, his idea could proceed smoothly.

How could such a lively place as Lateran be without the presence of the Golden Tree?

In the previous war, the Papal Knights, the Langdon Guard, and the Special Operations Team sent out by the Papal Court were almost completely wiped out.

After the war ended, those who died on the battlefield were resurrected by the power of the Forge of Life. The Sarkaz, however, lost their innate racial characteristics—wings and halos—due to their resurrection.

The system determines that something is useless once it dies, so even if a person comes back to life, it's useless. There's no way to deal with this situation in the program. If there's no way to solve it, those people will completely lose their Sarkaz characteristics and undergo a transformation like Mostima—displaying an appearance similar to that of a Sarkaz.

That was originally a special situation that would only occur after the Sarkaz fell from grace. The root cause was that some of the restrictions in the halo became ineffective due to the fall, and thus could not suppress the effects.

However, if the dead come back to life, they will also lose their aura, and of course, they will suffer similar consequences, or even more severe ones.

That kind of thing is hard for many Sakortas to accept.

Therefore, in order to solve this problem, Lin Lu asked the doctor to make a small modification to the legal entity, so that the halo could be given from the outside instead of being innate and then awakened.

Furthermore, these newly equipped halos and wings not only achieve all the functions of the original halos, but also go a step further, allowing for more customizable shapes and breaking away from the monotony of the original designs.

With a personality that loves excitement and exploring new things, which Sarkaz could refuse to have a custom-made 'skin' made just for him?

Lin Lu felt that if this business continued, not only would those Sakortas who lost their glory in the war flock to it, but even ordinary Sakortas who did not have any physical problems would be very interested. They might even choose to give up their original glory and customize a cooler one to make themselves stand out from the crowd.

They are absolutely capable of doing something like that.

Now that everything is ready, the halo customization business can start operating at any time, and the receptionist, signboard girl, and mascot he found can come to work.

Chapter Nineteen: Remian's Choice

"That's why I often don't understand you Sarkaz. What's so great about those things? I think instead of doing these inexplicable decorations, you should just find a way to turn them off."

Backstage at the store, Fiameta rested her chin on the table, listlessly complaining.

She looked up at the queue in front of the shop and couldn't understand why such boring things as 'customized halo' and 'customized wings' were so popular.

Lateran's Holy City is neither small nor large. A notice posted in the Papal Palace made it known to almost all the residents of the Holy City within a few hours that a shop had opened that could change the appearance of the Sarkaz's halo and wings.

Soon enough, a long queue formed in front of the newly opened shop. Judging from the way the Saktas in line were whispering and gesturing, they were probably already looking forward to how to decorate the light bulbs on their heads later.

That's right, in Fiametta's eyes, the thing on top of the Saktas' heads is a particularly annoying light bulb, the kind that can't be turned off.

Previously in the special operations team, she was the only Liboli in the team, while there were three Sakotas. As a result, whenever she was about to go to sleep at night, she had to wear an eye mask to avoid the large halo around her teammates' heads.

That was just the most basic impact. When carrying out missions, their squads, which were equipped with their own lights, were completely unable to perform proper stealth and concealment, especially at night. They would be discovered by the enemy as soon as they got close. During that period, they suffered a lot because of this.

After that... the team fell apart, and she was transferred from the special operations team to the Fifth Bureau, where she formed a messenger team with Mostima, traveling between countries, and also suffering a lot of torment from Mostima's halo.

That kind of thing that disturbs other people's rest is absolutely heinous!

And now, these people are actually making changes to that thing to keep up with the times, which is a nightmare for races other than the Sarkaz.

Having seen the world and visited many modern, bustling cities, Fiammetta felt that perhaps soon this pure white city would be polluted by all sorts of lights.

...and perhaps some overly avant-garde 'art' will even emerge.

"Who wants to carry around a light that can't be turned off? It would be really bothersome when we're trying to sleep at night, wouldn't it?"

Remy peeked out from the doorway, then retreated back to the full-length mirror, gently wiping the halo above her head with a damp cloth.

She naturally wouldn't miss such an interesting opportunity, and she was the first to customize the halo even before the news spread.

As for the Light Wings, there's no change for now, as it involves some hidden factors that aren't easy to alter.

However, even if it's just a halo, it's still a remarkable change. Nothing like this has ever happened since the saints established Lateran.