Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

There are no longer any official positions in Kazdel to accommodate these unemployed people.

Now that things have come to this, even if she had more ideas, she would have no way to implement them. She only has one choice, and can only make one choice.

……

The ink, like a thick tide, surged in from the horizon, quickly engulfing the entire world in endless darkness.

On their way to Kazdel after successfully escaping the settlement, all the Babel Tower enforcement teams breathed a sigh of relief as they looked at the bustling crowd not far behind them.

Natasha felt she had never encountered such a difficult situation. As she prepared to take the man beside her back to Babel, Sarkaz people kept jumping out to obstruct them along the way.

So much so that the streets were so congested not long ago that their enforcement team was almost overwhelmed by the angry crowd.

Fortunately, no direct conflict occurred, otherwise things would have been difficult to handle.

To her surprise, it was the man beside her who ultimately resolved the situation.

She didn't know what kind of magic the man beside her possessed that made so many Sarkaz people risk their lives to protect him.

Thinking of this, Natasha subconsciously looked at the man beside her. His face was exquisitely sculpted, and his ruby-like eyes were deep and unfathomable, like a bottomless pool.

It must be said that all the female demons had beautiful appearances.

He offered little resistance when he was arrested. Natasha initially thought he had given up after hearing the name of the Demon King, but now it seems that was not the case.

Considering that he had just helped them out of a predicament and cooperated with their law enforcement, and also thinking that he would soon face the highest level of trial in Kazdel, Natasha hesitated for a moment, but still decided to give the Sarkaz man in front of her a few words of advice.

"Kazdale is in dire need of rebuilding, and it's inevitable that there are some unsatisfactory aspects in the handling of details."

"Your unauthorized instigation of the strike violated Sarkaz labor laws. You should have documented their illegal actions and reported them to the relevant authorities in Babel, instead of illegally organizing a march."

“I have inquired with the relevant departments of Babel Tower, and the companies involved have not received many complaints this year, and Babel Tower has already ordered them to be punished.”

"These investors were brought in by His Highness with great difficulty. The way you handle this affects the image of the entire Sarkaz community among foreign investors. Do you understand?"

"At that time, you just need to admit your mistake, and you might still be able to save your life."

To Natasha's surprise, after she finished speaking, the man beside her did not change his expression at all; he simply chuckled.

"Three years, a full three years! The complaint letters written by those workers at the beginning could have filled your mailboxes to bursting!"

"Your so-called punishment is nothing more than replacing some Sarkaz scapegoats with them and fining them a small amount of money, which is nothing to these outsiders."

"And when they face punishment, they will blame this loss on the Sarkaz who work in the factory, deducting their wages and food for various reasons."

"The reason there are fewer whistleblower letters is because they've seen through your true nature. Yes, you bunch of good-for-nothings can't help them solve any problems."

"You have alienated yourselves from the people, wantonly trampled on the trust of the Sarkaz masses, and yet you are smug about it?! I cannot understand!"

Every word is precious, every sentence leaves one speechless.

Those who work at the Tower of Babel naturally understand how the internal procedures work, but as beneficiaries, they won't proactively point out the problems.

Even if someone discovers a problem, if those in power have no intention of reforming, those in lower positions naturally cannot overstep their bounds. This is the rule under the "institutionalization" of the Tower of Babel.

Under Shen Lin's continuous barrage, someone finally couldn't take it anymore. A Babel Tower member, hidden in a black robe, spoke in a cold voice.

"Watch your mouth. This isn't your territory. There will be a bunch of greenhorns echoing you."

"I will submit all these words to the court hearing verbatim. There is no point in being quick to argue."

"No matter how you try to justify yourself, you can't change the fact that you broke the law. It's all over, you banshee!"

Hearing the somewhat indignant words of the law enforcement officer, Shen Lin suddenly couldn't help but chuckle, and he shook the shackles on his hands.

"It's over? Did you think this was a game?"

"Once the war machine of the nation begins, it will not give up. The spark will spread rapidly to every inch of Kazdel."

"The Sarkaz people's demand to reclaim their rights is a legitimate one, and it is also the will of the Sarkaz people."

"Anyone who stands in the way of the Sarkaz reclaiming their rightful rights is an enemy, regardless of their reasons."

"The greatest respect you can show to an enemy is to wipe them out completely."

PS: (?o?o)?? Thank you so much for your favorites and votes!! Speaking of which, the weather has gotten so much colder lately, and I unfortunately caught a cold. It's been super difficult to write, so please take care of yourselves, everyone!

Chapter Eighteen: Beware of Blazing Fire

At first, everyone thought it was a small farce and ignored the rising flames, until the fire raged and engulfed the entire Kazdel.

When Shen Lin was arrested, most bystanders thought the matter was over, and even Babel Tower, who was personally involved, thought so.

Nevertheless, Babel openly and forcefully suppressed the Sarkaz who continued their marches.

They believed that without a leader, this mob would be unable to organize an effective consensus, so as long as they removed the troublemakers one by one, they could easily control the situation.

After all, most of those Sarkaz were just scavengers without resources or power, and mercenaries of varying quality. Their disturbance wouldn't have much impact on Kazdel.

This is a method that has always worked for them.

However, the situation did not ease as they had imagined. Instead, after losing their leader, they descended into a state of unruly riots.

The moment Shen Lin learned that he had been arrested on trumped-up charges, his final goal had already been achieved.

That group of people opened Pandora's box with their own hands, destroyed the bonds of trust they had built, and released the real demons.

Now, more and more Sarkaz are no longer focused on the Davis Factory; they are outraged by the Empire's despicable actions and disappointed by Babel's inaction.

Like a chain reaction, protests erupted in various settlements throughout Kazdel, their scope and impact shocking even the enforcement teams of Babel.

The banner's bright red lettering was so vivid and glaring, each word seemingly written in blood, as if to proclaim the long-suppressed grievances and resentment to the entire Kazdel.

"Empires, get out of Kazdel!"

"Repay us our hard-earned money!"

Kazdel has become a battlefield of rage, with the main road completely occupied by a surging crowd, like an angry black torrent, flowing endlessly.

The Sarkaz seemed to be on the verge of the apocalypse, shrouded in a haze of anger and despair, with no glimmer of hope in sight.

The veins on their necks bulged, their voices were hoarse but still full of power, and their roars and shouts intertwined to form a deafening sound wave.

They no longer chanted the "three prohibitions" slogan proposed by Shen Lin, but instead shouted more extreme and uncompromising slogans.

The entire Kazdel region was plunged into chaos and madness, with the smell of gunpowder permeating every inch of the air.

Because they had realized that the Imperials and the Tower of Babel had no intention of giving them the rights they deserved, and that they would do everything in their power to obstruct their actions and destroy their will.

Despite Babel Tower's repeated public statements promising a satisfactory response to the Sarkaz, many people scoffed at these promises.

Because one cannot step into the same river twice.

……

After Shen Lin left, when Ersula temporarily took over the chaotic organization, she realized just how much pressure he had to bear behind these expectations.

However, the thought of those people from the Tower of Babel taking Shen Lin away right before her eyes, and the fact that she could do nothing about it, ignited a nameless fire within her.

Although this was also part of Shen Lin's plan, she herself could not bear that feeling of powerlessness.

Following Shen Lin's instructions, Ersula contacted the technical workers who were still employed, and according to the pre-arranged plan, a large number of the technical workers took the lead in launching a strike.

These skilled workers, responsible for the factory's daily operation and maintenance, are key personnel. If they go on strike, the entire factory will instantly come to a standstill.

Training a qualified skilled worker takes at least several months, a condition that outside entrepreneurs simply cannot accept.

This completely strangled the imperialists.

Within just half a day, representatives from the Davis factory quickly issued a statement indicating their willingness to readjust their treatment and apologizing for their previous actions.

If this statement had been issued before Shen Lin was accused of treason, they could indeed have used it to turn the tide.

But many things don't have "what ifs".

The release of this statement at this moment is more like an insult to the Sarkaz people's past and adds fuel to the fire.

When they were humble and submissive, the Imperials were quite domineering, treating them not as human beings but merely as expendable resources.

But now that they have truly taken up arms and inflicted pain on the Empire, the Empire has instead begun to grovel before them.

The moment those Sarkaz people were able to unite, they understood that the fate of the factory was actually in their own hands.

When past exploitation and oppression are brought to the forefront, they cannot be erased with a mere statement.

The factory is now deserted; no one could have imagined that it was bustling with activity just a few days ago.

It is unknown who started the fire, but following the pre-arranged fuse, the flames engulfed the entire factory in an instant.

In an instant, everyone cheered, as if to release their long-suppressed emotions. No one stepped forward to put out the fire; their eyes, reflecting the flames, revealed a kind of liberated fervor.

The factory was ablaze with towering flames, the raging fire resembling a furious red dragon, leaping into the air and recklessly devouring everything around it.

Everywhere you look, the resistance and chaos have sparked a frenzy among the rebels, who have realized that they too are capable of doing something, and the struggle in blood and fire is vividly displayed.

They used to think life was truly bitter. Now they think the strong save themselves.

And they began to believe that self-help was useful and that their efforts were not in vain.

At any time, there are always fires burning in the Imperial factories in Kazdel.

The raging fire leaped wildly, its flames mercilessly licking everything around it, while billowing smoke surged and churned, as if to engulf the sky as well.

Waves of scorching heat crashed down, filling the air with a pungent, burnt smell and suffocating dust.

This scene was deeply imprinted in Ersula's eyes, and her pale golden eyes trembled slightly.

Violence, anger, and rebellious emotions constantly assaulted her nerves.

The fire came faster and was more intense than she had imagined.

Stepping onto this vast, scorched earth, after she fully accepted these emotions, she felt an unprecedented sense of liberation and relief.

At this moment, she finally understood Shen Lin.

Social indifference builds high walls, institutional rigidity blocks hope, leaders lose their way, and the shadow of injustice weighs heavily on our hearts.

When everyone's hopes are dashed, ordinary people piece together what they can to ignite the flames in the darkness, and this too is a kind of progress.

History often progresses from the negative side.

For some reason, Ersula suddenly remembered something he had said to her before:

Everyone has a devil inside them, and happiness is its prison. When all happiness vanishes, the devil breaks free of the prison and emerges singing a bloody hymn.

At that time, those who are desperate will be invincible.

PS: Gaia!!!

Dear experts, I'm so sorry!!!

The author got the timeline wrong when they wrote it last time. Ascalon won't appear in this timeline, so some minor changes need to be made to the previous plot.

Fortunately, it's just a minor change. The author will replace her with another character, which won't affect the overall plot. The author will carefully review the timeline next time.

Also, thank you so much for your support, everyone! I absolutely love you all!!

Chapter Nineteen: Another Advancement [Purple Talent]

The Kazdel protests have become widely known, even in prisons that are almost completely isolated from the outside world and where information is scarce, you can hear prison guards talking about it.

Since Shen Lin's speech at the beer hall, the number of people in Kazdel's prison has almost multiplied, and it is now overcrowded.

Moreover, for some reason, the destructive power of those who resisted without any standard equipment was no less than theirs, even though they were just a mob that had not received any training.

However, this rabble did manage to break through their defenses, and several law enforcement officers were injured as a result.

This forced the law enforcement team to abandon their efforts to arrest the resisters, and they were also at a loss as to how to proceed with their work.

While Kazdel was bustling with activity, Shen Lin was resting with his eyes closed in the heavily guarded prison.

Within his body existed a shimmering galaxy, where stars were constantly being born and shining. These stars were like rare treasures carefully inlaid by the gods on a mysterious brocade, their shapes varied and their light scattered.

Back then, there were only a few dozen dazzling stars. Even without considering combat experience, Shen Lin could sense that he could hold his own against Ersula.

Now, with thousands of stars shining brightly, he is no longer the same as before. The immense energy surging within his body, if released even slightly, could easily overturn this prison.

Shen Lin forcibly suppressed this thought. He knew he still needed a stage, and then he could make a decisive statement in Kazdel.

All he has to do now is wait patiently for an even darker era to come.

Because only in the darkest of times does a fire burn brightest.

These past two days, his mind has been bombarded with a massive amount of information, and today he received news of his talent being upgraded once again.