Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

Every passionate word a man utters is like a boulder thrown into a tranquil lake, creating ripples.

"For victory!!"

No skill or bluster is needed; the anger of these Sarkaz people can be easily depicted simply through their plain language and the bloody reality.

Inside the beer hall, the scene below was one of indescribable chaos. The crowd surged like a raging tide, with shouts, curses, and arguments filling every inch of the space.

In this chaotic ocean, he stood alone on the stage, like the only light in the darkness.

"For victory!!"

A Sarkaz mercenary raised his arm and shouted.

"For victory!!!"

Like a chain reaction, shouts filled with complex emotions rose and fell throughout the beer hall.

Their eyes burned with a fiery intensity, a flame that leaped and flickered as if to incinerate everything.

Sarkaz's face was flushed, veins bulging on his neck, and he shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice was hoarse but full of power, each syllable like hot magma erupting from the deepest part of his heart.

Tears welled up in some people's eyes, and they choked back sobs, yet they still shouted loudly with those around them. The slogans they shouted shone like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminating the boiling atmosphere.

Because they considered each other as their own children, they could empathize with each other's suffering.

All the pent-up grievances, resentment, and rage converged at this moment. The Sarkaz had found a spokesperson for their suffering: Shen Lin.

The cheers, applause, and shouts created a powerful emotional surge that permeated the thoughts of everyone present.

crazy……

If Nadine were to evaluate this speech, this would be the only adjective she could think of.

Nadine's expression went from calm at first, to gradually becoming interested, then to shocked, and finally settled on disbelief.

Amidst the cheers and applause of all the Sarkaz present, she couldn't help but join in the applause.

Her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, then suddenly released, and began to beat uncontrollably faster.

The heartbeat grew faster and faster, each beat like the pounding of a war drum, eager to merge with the clamor of the outside world.

She was completely moved by the speech, and at that moment she felt as if she were filled with energy.

More and more Sarkaz squeezed in to see what was happening, and the already crowded beer hall became even more packed.

Snapped! !

At that moment, a loud bang drew everyone's attention as the tavern door was kicked open.

A group of law enforcement officers dressed in Babel uniforms filed in, roughly pushing aside the surrounding crowd.

Leading the group was a Sarkaz woman draped in a black robe; her aura of keeping strangers at bay made it difficult to approach her.

She looked around, and finally fixed her gaze on the man on the stage.

She slowly pulled out a paper wanted poster from inside her clothes, and what caught people's attention was the black crown on it.

This is an ultimatum from Kazdel, issued by the highest authority, meaning it's a direct order from the Demon King.

"Courage is the best-sounding word to describe stupidity."

"You are arrested, Shen Lin, for treason."

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Chapter Sixteen: Morale Deteriorates

Unlike the decadent and dissolute Kazdel, where people indulge in a life of pleasure and debauchery, many Sarkaz people find enjoyment in turning on their old radios after work to hear what fun things are happening that day.

With limited radio channels and no bombardment of gossip, Kazdel could more easily focus on one thing at a time.

This matter undoubtedly refers to the demonstration organized by Shen Lin and the achievements of this demonstration.

This achievement is like an addictive poison, giving countless Sarkaz people hope and the desire to continue following the developments.

What was originally a minor incident in a settlement became widely known in Kazdel within just a few days through word of mouth among the Sarkaz.

Shen Lin's speech at the beer hall today has captivated countless Sarkaz, who know that he will issue his ultimatum and launch another mobilization.

Even many of the Sarkaz mercenaries stopped their current tasks today, and the small group sat quietly around a radio, waiting for the man's final verdict on the Empire.

In a land where faith has been lost, faith becomes all the more precious.

They are like watchers waiting for dawn, knowing that the morning light will dispel the darkness and bring light and hope, eagerly anticipating the first ray of dawn piercing through the clouds and illuminating the earth.

Shen Lin's speech arrived as scheduled, and everyone listened intently to every word he uttered.

Even the slightly hoarse radio couldn't mask the firm and surging voice. When the phrase "For victory" swept away all the voices of the opponents with overwhelming force, they even forgot to breathe for a moment.

"For victory..."

Someone murmured softly, countless eyes flickering in the darkness, their hearts burning like wildfire, uncontrollable.

The speech was as powerful as ever, and the attitude of disregarding life and death broke the last shackles on the Sarkaz people.

Some looked at each other and saw the same unwavering determination in each other's eyes. The fear of death and distrust of their comrades gradually dissipated, replaced by a heroic spirit of being willing to go through fire and water for their ideals and dignity.

In the streets and alleys, some Sarkaz people began to gather together, discussing the current situation and future of Kazdel with great enthusiasm. The once dull and oppressive atmosphere was broken and replaced by a restless energy full of vitality and hope.

Before his speech could cause a huge uproar, an even bigger wave followed.

Shen Lin was accused of treason and arrested by the Tower of Babel, and was issued an ultimatum with the highest authority.

The moment the news spread and reached the Sarkaz, they felt as if they had misheard or were hallucinating.

Some were unsurprised, others were overjoyed, but most were filled with anger and disbelief.

They were like a flock of birds chasing the light, breaking through numerous obstacles with each flap of their wings, soaring towards the clouds of hope. However, the gears of fate suddenly reversed, as if a violent storm had swept in, instantly knocking them down from that distant cloud.

At that moment, they realized that the path they had been striving for was meaningless.

The source of their suffering has become a paradise for some, while they can only stand on this road where everyone is willing to go through fire and water just to seek a moment of peace, watching the blood and sweat that flow into the river ahead, and then bursting into tears.

Under the rule of the "Kazdel Restoration Dream," the lives of the lower-class Sarkaz people are uncertain. Their drifting is accidental, but their eventual fall is inevitable. No one knows where they will end up.

It's as if it's wrapped in a thin layer of sugar coating; only after licking the sugar coating clean do you discover that its internal organs are already so rotten and foul-smelling.

In the sobs of waking from a dream, I suddenly realized the truth.

Two figures can be vaguely seen at a campsite in the wilderness.

The faint light from the campfire illuminated the faces of the old man and the young Sarkaz, while a radio beside them crackled and groaned, broadcasting the day's news.

One of the younger Sarkaz, holding a dry branch, absentmindedly poked at the campfire.

“Old John, I had a nightmare. I dreamt that a brave man who dared to rebel was accused of treason.”

Upon hearing this, Sarkaz, who was called Old John, stopped his work and looked up. His face was etched with deep lines by time, and the cracks told of the storms of the past.

Looking at the somewhat dejected Sarkaz, he seemed to see his younger self and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"You weren't asleep at all, so how could you wake up from a nightmare?"

"Kid, now you know why many Sarkaz people, after achieving success abroad, are unwilling to return to Kazdel, even though they face discrimination in their surroundings."

"..."

The young Sarkaz remained silent, only occasionally poking at the campfire with a branch.

"Many of us failed to live a decent life, and did not dare to resist injustice, or we were filled with passion but failed, and dared not fight again."

"That's how things always go, isn't it?"

A mature and steady voice calmly recounted the sorrowful past, and old John added a handful of firewood to the campfire.

"But... not only did they not issue any punishment notices for those Imperials, they also arrested the lord who spoke out for the Sarkaz!"

"It shouldn't be like this, no... I..."

The boy's voice, which had started off with excitement, gradually choked up as he spoke. Under Old John's gentle gaze, he finally buried his head between his knees and remained silent.

Looking at the somewhat out-of-control Sarkaz, old John couldn't help but chuckle. Perhaps if he were decades younger, he would have felt the same confusion and anger as this young man.

Time has smoothed out his rough edges; his youthful arrogance and passion have long since faded away in the flow of time.

The campfire roared under the night sky, its orange flames leaping merrily. The firewood crackled softly in the fire, sparks flying like fireworks before quickly disappearing into the darkness.

Old John, having finished his rest, saw young Sarkaz still immersed in grief. He gently shook his head and sat down next to the young Sarkaz.

"The absurdity of something cannot be used as an argument to refute its existence..."

"On the contrary, this is precisely the condition for its existence."

"How can flowers that carry hope grow in this land without hope?"

Old John patted Sarkaz on the shoulder and paused.

“Those Sarkaz who are wandering outside all say that they are doing so-so or not doing well, but when asked, none of them are willing to come back to Kazdel.”

“You are a smart person, you should go out and explore. People should enjoy this land, not try to understand it.”

"Besides, the person you mentioned might not even be in any danger. He's no ordinary person to have gone this far. You should trust him."

These words seemed to trigger a switch, and the boy suddenly raised his head, his somewhat red eyes filled with hope.

"So, Old John, you mean Lord Shen Lin might be alright?"

Upon hearing the boy's words, Old John gave him a light tap on the head, unsure whether the boy had taken his words to heart.

"Kid, we still have work to do tomorrow. As long as you get some sleep, that person will be fine."

"Oh……"

Looking at the still-childish Sarkaz, old John couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

A child of that age would already be a qualified warrior in Kazdel.

After the boy fell asleep, old John sat back down by the campfire, staring blankly at the flickering flames, his soft sighs echoing in the night sky.

"Your Highness Theresa, morale is crumbling..."

Chapter Seventeen Theresa's Migraine

Babel Council Hall

The small council chamber was simply furnished. In the cramped space, a rectangular wooden table occupied the center position, and it looked slightly mottled from years of use.

A Sarkaz woman carefully perused the intelligence delivered by a messenger. Her long, pink hair cascaded down her back, and her white dress accentuated her gentle and elegant demeanor.

When the female demon named Shen Lin began her open parade, she had already sent people to investigate the female demon's background.

With the conflict between the Military Council and Babel intensifying, Theresa, as the leader of Babel, has a responsibility to verify the identities of any individuals publicly targeting the Sarkaz of Babel.

I initially thought that since there weren't many female demons to begin with, and given that the other party was a male female demon, such a distinctive feature should make the investigation very easy, but...

The more she looked at the intelligence report, the more her brows furrowed.

Aside from the fact that he was suspected to be a female demon with a high-purity bloodline, everything else was a blank. There were no records of any past experiences of Shen Lin, as if he had just appeared out of thin air.

Although Kazdel's intelligence system cannot pinpoint the exact past of every Sarkaz, such a distinctive banshee should have a trace of her past.

Finally, she put down the useless intelligence report. The information marked on it was already widely known, and when intelligence is no longer secret, it loses its value.

"Why did things turn out like this...?"

Theresa sighed softly. She felt a terrible headache coming on, and a hint of confusion flashed in her pinkish-red eyes.

She heard about Shen Lin's speech from his followers, and the radical ideas he expressed made Theresa frown.

She didn't approve of his aggressive style of speaking because it would only push things to extremes, and those extremes could only be bad ones.

Sure enough, after he held a large-scale march without the permission of the Tower of Babel, the entrepreneurs she had lobbied came to the Tower of Babel to protest against her.

They stated that Theresa must get rid of that troublesome Sarkaz, or they would withdraw all their investments in Kazdel.

Theresa is in a dilemma. She is well aware of the current direction of public opinion, but she understands that she must have a clear stance at this crucial moment.

If all those investors withdraw, not only will the construction of Kazdel come to an abrupt halt, but the functions of all departments within the Tower of Babel will also be paralyzed.

It can be said that about 85% of the economic income of the Tower of Babel now comes from the contributions of these foreign investors, and the relationship between them is now inseparable.

Now, not only does the infrastructure of Kazdel City require a huge economic investment, but the funding for her and Kal'tsit's research on Originium is also a bottomless pit, not to mention the operation of various departments in Babel Tower.

Furthermore, if all these investors withdraw their funds, Kazdale will face nearly 100,000 more unemployed people, further deteriorating the social environment of Kazdale.