Ark Undead

"It feels so quiet... There isn't a single sea creature on the street."

Greyhound sat there, feeling the gentle breeze rising from Agor, and he felt a little sleepy.

"It's probably because all the Sealings have gone to the World Barrier. We have to take a different route from them, so we definitely can't take the shortest route."

W sat down next to the greyhound, opened his lunchbox, took out a piece of fried fish, and dipped it in the sauce next to him.

After taking a bite, W frowned slightly, then silently chewed the now-cold fried fish.

These were all found on the Arke, which had been reduced to scrap metal. They were leftovers from the last time the logistics team cooked.

Considering ease of preservation and preparation, we simply fried them all and then stored them in lunchboxes.

The entire process, under Kal'tsit's supervision, was completed in just twenty minutes, so you can imagine that it wouldn't taste very good.

Not to mention the fried food that has already cooled down, where the juices inside have turned into an oily soup, and you can feel a slightly disgusting sticky feeling when you eat it.

But it must be said that this is indeed a good thing for replenishing energy, as long as your stomach can withstand such torment.

After opening the food container, the greyhound glanced down at it and instantly lost all interest.

He also remembers that during the days he spent in his dream, he ate fried fish every day.

Although, strictly speaking, his physical body had only consumed fried fish once, mentally he was completely fed up with it.

Even the sweet and sour sauce next to him couldn't whet his appetite.

In this respect, W is still much stronger than Greyhound.

After all, Greyhound had lived in Yan Country for several years and had developed some special preferences regarding food.

"You need to eat well."

Just as Greyhound put the lunchbox down, a voice came from behind him.

Both of them shuddered at the same time and turned around to see that it was indeed Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit, with a strange smile on her face and a lunchbox in her hand, sat down next to the two and began to eat her food.

To be honest, this scene was rather strange. After all, in everyone's impression, Kal'tsit wasn't the kind of person who would sit down quietly to eat.

Even if she were sitting alone at the table eating, she would definitely be troubled by bigger problems, which is why she needs to eat to relieve her anxiety.

For her, eating is not eating, but consuming food.

These two statements have completely different meanings.

However, this Kal'tsit not only carried a lunchbox but also sat down next to Greyhound and W.

He carefully examined the food in his hand, savoring each bite.

She even had time to look up and ask the greyhound and W, who were staring at her, with a surprised expression.

"What's wrong? Time to eat?"

"Ah...okay."

Greyhound and W both shivered at the same time, then turned their heads away.

The greyhound even tried to calm itself by stuffing a piece of fried fish into its mouth.

It's bizarre, so very bizarre.

This feeling is more frightening than coming home after doing something wrong, only to have your mother sit at the table with a smile and invite you to sit down and have some tea.

Even the immortals couldn't help but glance over.

He also felt that Kal'tsit was acting strangely today.

Time passed in this eerie silence, with only the sounds of chewing and swallowing remaining.

A lingering stench of decay permeated the air of Agor.

Everyone knows this is a symbol of the city's decline. But it also makes one wonder what Agor was like in the past.

Greyhound and W quickly shifted their attention away from the eerie Kal'tsit.

After all, they hadn't done anything wrong.

“Agor must have been very beautiful before.”

W sighed. After all, she was a girl, and she was more prone to being sentimental about these things.

"Such a powerful nation, gone just like that. Hai Si... it feels like another kind of Originium."

Greyhound nodded in agreement.

For him, this was also something to reflect on. After all, their goal had once been to build an unyielding nation on such ruins.

Even though it has already collapsed.

"This place is so spacious, what was it used for before?"

Greyhound noticed that the place they were staying seemed to be a residential house, and in front of the house was a very large square.

"It's probably a rest area for residents."

W said uncertainly.

"It's the kind of place where little kids can play. And the adults just stand there watching...maybe there's sand and toys for kids to play with."

"Oh? You mean the kind of urban dwellings where the main character in 'The Hidden Sarkaz' lived?"

Greyhound raised an eyebrow; he seemed to have heard something familiar.

W glanced at the greyhound with some surprise.

"You've seen it too?"

"What surprises me is that you've actually read this book."

Greyhound shrugged.

"I always thought you were the kind of person who didn't read books, but I didn't expect you to be interested in novels."

"When I was a mercenary, I was in charge of tending the fire. If I couldn't understand a book, I would just tear it up and throw it into the fire. But novels, well, at least they can be used to pass the time."

W had no idea how egregious her actions were, she said.

"That was back when I was wandering with Drake Ines... before I met her."

W was only momentarily recalling her past, but this seemed to have caught the attention of Kal'tsit, who was standing nearby.

Kal'tsit leaned closer, somewhat curious, and asked.

"A novel? What novel? Is it good?"

"..."

W instinctively shrank to the side.

This retraction made Kal'tsit realize that her behavior seemed somewhat inappropriate.

W's eyes showed a hint of fear.

When will Kal'tsit start paying attention to these things?

But facing Kal'tsit's curious gaze, W still forced herself to speak.

"It was written by a Sarkaz person whose author is unknown. The story is about a Sarkaz person who hides his identity and travels between Colombia and Victoria in order to find a stable place for himself and his family to live."

"And the ending?"

Kal'tsit suddenly seems to care a lot about this.

W thought for a moment, then shook her head.

"Not good, I can't remember the specifics."

The greyhound that had been standing to the side suddenly spoke up.

He remembers the ending clearly.

"Because his identity was exposed, he was eventually sent to the Oripathy isolation ward, and then beaten to death because of his Sarkaz race identity."

He smiled.

"That book was the first book I read after entering the Tower of Babel; it was recommended to me by the professor."

Greyhound spoke lightly, but W gave Greyhound a deep look.

The greyhound nodded slightly to W.

They both knew how emotionally charged such books were. Because, in a sense, these weren't stories, but facts.

The protagonist of this book is just a code name, but it can be applied to all Sarkaz people.

It was because of this book that many Sarkaz people systematically reviewed what might have been their own lives, and thus understood their destiny.

They began to feel fear about their identity and confusion about their future.

It was this book that made Greyhound realize for the first time just how lofty the ideals of the woman named Theresa truly were.

Perhaps W is the same way.

Kal'tsit was silent for a moment, then she suddenly spoke.

"I wish these things had never happened."

Greyhound and W nodded in agreement instinctively, only to belatedly realize that it was Kal'tsit who had said those words.

For a moment, they even experienced a kind of hallucination.

"But Kazdel isn't much better off now. We're fighting a monster for that kind of future."

Greyhound's tone was somewhat amused.

"He inherited all the rulers recognized by the royal court, the regent Theresis, who tried to make all the Sarkaz understand through war that hiding was useless. But he forgot that not all Sarkaz had the power to resist."

"Kazdel is like Agor today, long since collapsed. If Theresis were to launch a war, I can't even imagine how many more Sarkaz people would be persecuted as a result."

"In particular, if he does manage to take Victoria, he will be facing the gaze of behemoths like Ursus and Great Yan."

"Theresis wants all the Sarkaz to fight for him. But he doesn't understand that people need to eat."

The greyhound shook its head.

"If you can't even get a good night's sleep or a full meal, how can you strive for your future?"