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"This is our right to resist incompetent leaders. We did not initiate the use of force against them, no!"

Shen Lin left his seat and slowly walked to the jury represented by Babel Tower. Standing before him were the very Babel Tower members who had arrested him earlier.

This act, which violated court rules, was tolerated by the judge, and no one stopped him.

Standing still, Shen Lin looked down at the Babel Tower members, ignoring their sharp gazes.

"They ignored our voices, turned a blind eye to our losses, and openly suppressed our protests!!"

"Those who advocate that we lay down our weapons and confront the injustices and oppression of the Empire, they fired the first shot, they are the traitors!"

These words caused an uproar.

The representatives of the Tower of Babel were furious; their eyes widened instantly, burning with rage as they stared at the man.

Although she really wanted to stand up and confront Shen Lin, she hesitated because of the Wang Ting's covert surveillance.

They still chose to act impulsively in a fit of anger.

……

Behind the scenes

At this moment, all the rulers of the royal court of the Military Council are gathered here, each sitting at a corner of the round table. The absolution master, dressed in a black robe, stands quietly at the door, like an inviolable statue.

An eerie silence permeated the atmosphere.

The air seemed frozen under the subtle pressure, no longer flowing, and every inch was filled with an indescribable stillness. This stillness was not a state of ease, but rather like the oppressive atmosphere before a storm.

Here they could clearly hear Shen Lin's emotionally charged speech in the courtroom ahead; his voice seemed to possess a magical quality, constantly stirring their senses.

One of the men, seated at the front, wore a black robe as deep as the night, trailing on the ground. His pale skin resembled frost-covered jade, exuding a cold and bloodless quality, as if the warmth of life had never lingered on his body.

High Overlord Ducarre was idly swirling a goblet filled with crimson liquid when he suddenly stopped when he heard a man giving a speech not far away.

Not only him, but all the other kings of the various royal courts, except for the shapeshifter king, raised their eyes slightly and looked at each other.

Ducarre's effeminate gaze swept over the various royal rulers with their differing expressions, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

He thought it would just be a boring court hearing, but he never expected this man to give him such a huge surprise.

"Ramaren, the Slug Kingdom has produced a formidable young man; it is truly enviable."

“That pure bloodline is captivating. Given time, I believe he will have a place in the royal court.”

"..."

As the current representative of the Banshee Royal Court, Lamaren does not want the banshees to be drawn into the vortex of war again, and she remains silent in the face of Ducarre's subtle provocations.

Seeing that the Banshee Royal Court was in a daze, Ducarre felt bored and turned his fire back on the current Demon Queen Theresia.

“I cannot describe your absurd decision, Theresa… You repeatedly deny the necessity of bloodshed for rule, but facts will not change because of our will.”

"See? If we can't even solve the small problems right in front of us, how can we talk about that distant future?"

"..."

Theresa remained silent; it was indeed her primary responsibility. She stood there quietly, like a lily withering alone in the cold wind, radiating a faint sadness and loneliness.

Those eyes, which once shone with wisdom and compassion, were now dim and lifeless, as if bearing endless self-reproach and guilt.

After Theresa, Ducarre did not give up, his gaze falling on Theresa standing to the side.

“General, while I respect any decision you make, my less-than-keen senses have picked up on some of the accusations made against the Military Council in Kazdel not long ago.”

"Bloody, inefficient, and useless."

"While I don't care about the opinions of these lowly people, I am concerned about whether the problems they raised exist among us, and I think it is an issue that needs to be put on the agenda for discussion."

"..."

Faced with the Blood Demon Lord, who was riding high on the wave of public opinion, Theresis simply closed her eyes, choosing to ignore him rather than cause him any trouble.

Seeing that even Therese had yielded, Ducarre felt as if he were floating on clouds, a sense of unprecedented joy and satisfaction surging within him.

He straightened his back, his gaze sweeping over the shapeshifting Highlord sitting in the chair, lost in thought, before his crimson eyes locked onto the carrion king, Nezre, standing to the side.

He wore a long black robe, his metal armor gleaming with a chilling light, his face hidden in the shadows. His right hand gripped a scepter, twisted like withered wood, exuding a mysterious and awe-inspiring majesty, as if he were the master of destiny.

“Nietzray, the abyss will not exclude anyone from hearing its echoes.”

"Do you see? The war you desire is imminent, and it comes from a newly born Sarkaz who possesses a wiser mind and a longer-term vision than any of you."

"..."

As the most senior clan elder present in the royal court, and one of the six heroes once revered by thousands, he was now quite speechless in the face of this blood demon junior's aggressive words.

As a king who revered war, slaughter, and destruction, Ducarre had never been so joyful after his resounding victory in a series of battles, not even when drinking the blood of purebloods.

The frustration he felt when he was forced to join the Military Commission seemed to vanish at this moment.

He closed his eyes and continued listening to Shen Lin's ongoing speech, the slight curve of his lips betraying his feelings at that moment.

……

"The history of Kazdel was not blank before the Sarkaz people openly launched their marches."

"Those imperialists invaded our land, plundered our property, and destroyed our homes. This is an unforgettable and deeply etched hatred!"

"Now they've come back with a vengeance, exploiting our value, insulting our character, and trampling on our dignity!"

"Friends!! Why should we bow down and submit to the empires that once invaded our land?!"

Once Shen Lin started talking, he entered a strange state. He clenched his fists, and his words were filled with boundless anger.

Most of the members of the Military Commission were hearing his speech for the first time, and their emotions surged violently within them.

Initially, they were somewhat curious about Shen Lin, who had become famous today. However, as the trial began and those touching words shot out like sharp arrows, their admiration for Shen Lin arose spontaneously.

Now he had completely ignited their emotions, and they were as if they had been swept into a raging torrent, unable to resist wanting to throw themselves into it.

The man's resounding words echoed throughout the courtroom. He stood ramrod straight, each syllable like a heavy hammer, striking every inch of air and penetrating the hearts of everyone present.

"We are not what we used to be, we are not what we used to be, and we will not sit idly by and wait for death."

"I don't know if those who have hurt the Sarkaz are ready to face our reckoning, but we are ready."

"We will face misunderstandings, we will encounter resistance, but we will not stop!"

"There is only one cure for the suffering of the Sarkaz. It has never been a cure for Oripathy, but rather Originium gunpowder, which can shatter everything!"

Anger spread like a virus throughout the courtroom in an instant, as if the air itself had been ignited by this surging emotion, transforming into a raging, fiery sea of ​​fury.

This place doesn't seem like a courtroom to judge him, but rather a carnival where he launches his speeches.

The intense smell of gunpowder permeates the absolute aesthetics of violence, and from another perspective, this extreme provides his supporters with an unparalleled sense of security.

This is why people with strong stances often gain more support.

Even those who disliked Shen Lin had to admit that his ability to influence others was too strong.

In addition, the other party's exemplary manner even shook their faith in His Highness for a moment, and made them begin to doubt the path they had taken.

At that moment, everyone knew that he would take a clear stance and fully enter the political arena of Sarkaz.

A great fire in Kazdel disrupted the entire situation, and it was clear to everyone that Theresa had lost power.

Those in high positions who ruled the royal court would not place their bets on someone who had already lost power. Each member of the royal court had their own agenda, and no one spoke up first.

This created the most remarkable scene in Kazdel's history since the court was built. The trial that should have been his was turned into a place for him to promote his ideas, and the entire courtroom had become a stage for Shen Lin to perform alone.

In the solemn yet tense center of the courtroom, he was like a star that had deviated from its predetermined path but still shone brightly, radiating a dazzling halo.

The judge, sitting upright at the front of the table, smiled and was very satisfied with Shen Lin's performance.

He did not stop this incident that violated court rules, partly because of the adults behind him who gave him instructions, and also because he was a supporter of the ideas proposed by Shen Lin.

The justice of the human heart cannot be distorted; it does not bend under the pressure of power, nor is it lost due to the errors of the majority.

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Chapter Twenty-Three: United as One

"Mr. Shen Lin, this is the result of your court hearing."

"The accusation of treason against you is utterly baseless; this charge has never been leveled against you."

"But as you know, some workers who don't want to participate in the march have indeed been greatly affected by it. We need to quell the negative news, so please stay here for the time being."

A guard from the Military Commission led Shen Lin to a door tucked away in a corner of the prison. Pushing open the door, a small, exquisite room came into view.

The room was not large, but it was decorated in a warm and comfortable manner, and its conditions were even better than those of many hotels in settlements.

"By the way, my name is Manris, Mr. Shen Lin."

"Please feel free to contact me if you need anything else."

Manris spoke to Shen Lin with a tone full of admiration, even mixed with a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

He never expected to be assigned to work with Shen Lin. From the moment he learned the news, his heart was filled with indescribable excitement, and he was unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

In his view, it was incredible that a Sarkaz could reach his current position without the help of the royal court or other forces.

With sharp and incisive words, they revealed their innermost thoughts to the public, single-handedly changing the entire situation and direction of Kazdel.

He knew that Kazdel needed a leader like this, someone who could hear the voices of the common people and lead the Sarkaz out of their depravity, restoring Kazdel to its former glory.

"Thank you, Manris, for your help during this time."

Shen Lin could feel the genuine enthusiasm of the Sarkaz man in front of him, and he gave him a friendly smile.

After seeing off the excited guard, Shen Lin looked around the room. All the daily necessities he could think of were there; it was small but complete.

He hadn't expected to be treated this way as a prisoner in Kazdel; he had already prepared for the worst.

Judging from the current situation, it seems that his performance this time has won the favor of certain royal courts within the Military Commission.

Regardless, this is a good thing, as it means he has gained leverage at the negotiating table.

What excites Shen Lin even more now is that one of his talents has been able to evolve after this court speech!

After observing for a period of time, Shen Lin discovered a pattern.

Compared to blue talents, purple talents require a higher level of physical strength because the body needs to fully absorb the energy provided by the purple talent.

Since the number of stars granted to him by [Living Up to Expectations] reached several thousand, he felt that his physical strength had reached the threshold of the purple talent. As long as certain special conditions were met, he would be able to trigger the evolution of the blue talent.

Suppressing the pounding joy in his heart, Shen Lin activated the evolution prompts given to him by the system.

Ding! Your social status has changed. The evolution conditions for the [Blue Talent: Master of Public Speaking] have been met. Please select an evolution path:

[Purple Talent: Orator]: You possess excellent knowledge of political philosophy, which greatly increases the speed of the spread of mainstream ideas, slightly increases the degree of recognition of your ideas by other people, and reduces the impact of other ideas on your mainstream ideas.

[Purple Talent: Experienced Commander]: You possess outstanding command abilities, enabling you to quickly and effectively adapt to changes in the battlefield environment, significantly improving your speed of analyzing the battle situation and reducing the impact of other factors on the battle.

Looking at these two talents, Shen Lin once again fell into the dilemma of indecision.

Both of these talents played a very important role in compensating for his later planning of Kazdel's development.

Kazdel's most serious problem is the educational gap, which has led to many vacancies in essential positions or a lack of professional expertise.

Although Kazdel has many mercenaries with combat experience, there are very few generals with the ability to lead and command troops who can be named.

It is foreseeable that large-scale wars will be inevitable in the future, and the [Experienced Commander] talent can alleviate a lot of pressure on the front lines and reduce a lot of unnecessary casualties.

The role of the "Orator" is self-evident. With this talent, there is absolutely no need to worry about the influence of other ideologies on the country; they will become an invincible and sharp blade.

Therefore, in terms of the future, neither the "eloquent speaker" nor the "experienced commander" could make him make a decision.

Since both have their own merits for the future, their value only needs to be measured in the present.

Shen Lin will spend nine months in this room, and naturally he won't choose to be idle during this time.

His reputation and ideas have spread among ordinary Sarkaz, but not yet to the royal court. The talent of "Orator" will accelerate the dominance of his ideas within the Kazdel royal court.

This is entirely beneficial for both him and the Sarkaz who support him.

The seasoned commander clearly couldn't do that; nine months here wasn't a short time, and his talent was basically useless during that time.

Since we're talking about spreading ideas...

Shen Lin's gaze swept around the room until it landed on the paper and pen on the exquisite table. In that instant, a spark of inspiration seemed to ignite in his mind.

As if on a whim, Shen Lin suddenly felt an impulse; he felt he had to leave something for Kazdel and for those who supported him.