Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

She suddenly realized a very terrifying problem.

Could it be that Shen Lin already knew about Kal'tsit's existence?

Lord Kal'tsit's identity was no secret in the Tower of Babel; her file was even stored in the personnel department's database.

If he had accused her on this grounds when he was in power, Theresa knew that she would have been in grave danger under the overwhelming public opinion.

Thinking back to the man's somewhat subtle expression when she mentioned her assistant to him, Theresa's feelings were a jumbled mess, too complex to describe.

She may already be aware in her heart that her hidden and delicate thoughts, like dust particles shimmering under the clear moonlight, are laid bare before the other person's view.

But he didn't care, his composure and confidence seemed innate, just like his sharp, self-assured aura.

Now it's time for Theresa to make her stance clear; she must make her choice.

She knew that this was not just a reply, but also a severing of ties with her past self.

She sighed softly, picked up her pen, and without further hesitation, her beautiful handwriting appeared on the paper.

……

This land of Kazdel carries a heavy and vicissitudes of history, and every inch of soil seems to be whispering the joys and sorrows of the past.

The ancient Stonehenge stands in a jumbled array, its surface marked by the passage of time and covered in moss, silently recounting its long-forgotten glory and wars.

A straight figure walked slowly through a desolate ruin. Shen Lin felt the scars that history had left on the land of Kazdel and sighed softly in his heart.

Kazdel City held immense significance for Kazdel, and despite her inner struggle, Theresa ultimately granted his request.

Although they didn't speak to each other, they both knew that this was a choice with no way back.

Cowards who fear death will eventually die, while those with lofty ideals who seek benevolence will eventually attain it.

The most crucial part of Shen Lin's plan now is to find a way to get help from the strangest shapeshifter in the royal court, so he came to this place with Theresa's guidance.

The abandoned ruins stood in rows, and the earth, ravaged by Originium bombardment, still reeked of a pungent odor.

The crumbling walls cast long shadows in the setting sun, like unhealed wounds on the earth, telling tales of past tragedy and pain.

A petite figure sat quietly on the broken stones.

His light green curly hair, as fresh as willow branches in spring, cascaded freely over his shoulders, shimmering with a lively luster in the dim light. In the fading light of the setting sun, he was like a strange flower blooming amidst withered branches.

A yellow cloak draped over his back, one corner of which fluttered in the wind like a pair of invisible wings. His light green eyes were fixed on the setting sun in the distance.

The Shapeshifter Cluster is the most unique of all the courts still existing in Kazdel, both in terms of its racial characteristics and its detached nature.

They are the oldest rulers of the royal court, and their entire race seems to be tightly connected by an invisible thread, sharing the same profound and vast consciousness.

Like a vast and boundless sea of ​​stars, each star is the soul of a shapeshifter, yet they intertwine and become one with one another.

Their lifespans are so long that they seem to transcend the boundaries of time; they have existed since the birth of the magical continent of Terra.

The Originium Cataclysm that swept across the entire Terra race left no trace on it; it still retains the characteristics of its Tikkaz era.

They can transform into any form, they can replicate thoughts and memories, and they have no gender.

In the political arena of Kazdel, they are not as prominent as many royal courts, nor do they have the influence to dominate the discourse, but their existence cannot be ignored by anyone.

If used properly, these abilities can even single-handedly boost Kazdel's productivity.

Shen Lin coughed a few times in his mind, trying to banish such impolite thoughts from his head.

Pat-a-a-tat

Shen Lin's steady footsteps finally attracted the other person's attention. He belatedly noticed the man, and a look of surprise flashed in his calm and unwavering eyes.

“Young banshee, your outstanding performance last time was impressive, and your transformation of Kazdel was even more breathtaking.”

"If you're just looking for a word of support that doesn't matter much, you don't need to come looking for us."

"Your strength has proven that you can stand tall in Kazdel, and this is the reward you deserve."

Sensing the goodwill conveyed in the shapeshifter's words, Shen Lin smiled and shook his head. He walked to the shapeshifter's side and sat down on the rubble next to it.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

"..."

The shapeshifter's light green eyes momentarily revealed a hint of speechlessness, as if to say, "You've already taken a seat, why are you asking for our opinion?"

The man pretended not to see the shapeshifter's gaze.

"I am flattered by your praise. I just did what a leader should do."

“I am with Kazdel and the Sarkaz people who live here.”

Upon hearing this, even those shapeshifters who had witnessed the changing times and shifts of life were slightly moved by the man before them.

Throughout history, he has witnessed too many people with the same passion as the man before him have been extinguished. That admirable spirit of resistance will eventually decline under the erosion of desire.

The ignition and extinguishing of flames are normal occurrences, just as the rising and setting of the sun are natural laws.

Flames do not burn forever, nor does the sun rise forever.

But... they had never seen any dynasty as united as Kazdel was now, which aroused their intense curiosity about the man before them.

Looking at the setting sun in the distance, the shapeshifter seemed to have thought of something and began to speak to itself.

“I once visited Kazimierz, and when I first saw it, it was just a wheat field.”

"The descendants of the gods and the ancestors accused us Sarkaz of devouring their flesh and enslaving their souls. So they found a new way, and they did it better than us."

"They made their people willingly be fed, devoured, and turned into nutrients for this monster to continue to expand and grow. And all they had to give in return was a promise of pleasure."

“I once searched for the rulers of Kazimir, and everything they created fascinated me, but in the end I discovered…”

“There are no rulers here. The members of the Merchants’ Association, and even the Supervisory Council and the Grand Knights, cannot be called the rulers of Kazimierz.”

"Their inflated desires are enough to rule them over."

……

In the past, shapeshifters were very quiet; they could stay in one place for an entire day. But once they started talking, they would talk non-stop.

From Sargon to Casimir and then to Iberia, from the setting sun to the falling night and then to the rising sun.

Shen Lin listened quietly to the deformed person's story, occasionally echoing the other person's words.

From his words, he could clearly sense that the other person was not as indifferent to everything as they appeared on the surface.

Their tone was not one of confusion but of certainty; they possessed extremely broad knowledge, yet they were still disheartened by it.

"On this land, every life strives to grow; it is their instinct."

"They don't want anything; they all have their own missions."

“They came in an endless stream under the morning light, their faces showing a mix of joy and sorrow, weariness and happiness, just like their lives, coming from darkness to light and returning from light to darkness.”

"And what about us? What is our mission? What are our instincts? And what should we do?"

"Young banshee, what advice can you give us?"

The morning glow was so intoxicating and dazzling that upon hearing this, Shen Lin gently closed his eyes.

Being clever does not equate to having wisdom; in fact, the more clever a person is, the more likely they are to get stuck on trivial matters.

Due to their unique nature, liches, like shapeshifters, have long lifespans, but unlike shapeshifters, they are exceptionally afraid of death.

It... or rather, they are all afraid of something, an emotion called loneliness, which follows them like a shadow, like a mist that spreads silently in the dark night, penetrating the depths of their souls.

This loneliness, like an invisible blade, wears down their hearts over the long years, making them taste bitterness in endless time.

They may not even realize that they are looking for various reasons to try to integrate into the crowd, into the environment, or into this land.

They are not searching for the meaning of their existence, because existence itself is meaning.

All they do is try to escape loneliness.

Thinking of this, he raised his head slightly to face the rising sun, its orange-red light flowing freely over him, outlining the strong lines of his face, and reflecting golden light in his deep eyes.

Under the somewhat stunned gaze of the shapeshifter, the man gently rose, his face bearing that gentle expression.

"Do you know? The reason why people strive forward is because there is a gentle love in their hearts."

"I embarked on this path because I love Kazdel, and I love every Sarkaz person who lives here."

"In this world, no one can definitively define the meaning of existence, nor can anyone say what you should cherish. Because the uniqueness of each person's inner garden is hidden in their own story."

He reached out his hand to the shapeshifter, as if extending a sincere invitation, or perhaps declaring to fate.

"Once Kazdel is over, I will accompany you on your journey to find meaning."

"So, how about you try trusting me just this once?"

P.S.: Achoo! The weather has been getting cooler so fast lately, it feels like it's super easy to catch a cold during the change of seasons.

The author's cold has been recurring, going up and down, it's awful. My head is spinning while I'm writing.

Anyway, everyone, please take good care of yourselves these days!

Being energetic and spirited will bring you good luck in everything you do!

*。 ?(ˊ?ˋ*)??*。 Finally, thank you so much to everyone for all the donations and votes!! Suddenly, my cold doesn't feel so bad anymore, hehe~

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Storm is Brewing

The Sargon Empire is one of the oldest existing states on Terra and a typical universal empire.

Many people living here firmly believe that the Sargon Empire was, and will continue to be, the most powerful and authoritative regime in Terra.

In the vast, boundless desert, sandstorms rage, and the world stretches endlessly. A mysterious woman, like an elf in the darkness, stands silently.

She wore a long black robe, soft yet resilient in the gale, the edges of which fluttered slightly as if whispering to the breeze, capable of withstanding all the storms of the world.

She is a solitary traveler, walking across this boundless land. She has crossed the longest rivers and climbed the most mysterious mountains, measuring everything on this land with her experience.

Now she has come to the land of Sargon.

"The desert, rainforest, dreamlike ancient city and distant past together outline the unique features of Sakagon."

"Who can escape destruction? Life itself is a journey toward destruction."

"A journey fraught with thorns and sorrow."

"Let me drift off to sleep amidst roses and tears."

She softly recited Sargon's poem.

Looking at the endless yellow sand before her, Kal'tsit felt as if she had returned to the desolate Kazdel—but this was not Kazdel.

Thinking of this, she took out a letter from inside her clothes; it was a reply from her close friend Theresa.

The delicate handwriting immediately makes one feel good.

The letter was both long and short.

All is well, Kal'tsit, don't worry.

Perhaps wanting to preserve that lingering warmth in her heart, she carefully folded the letter and put it back in the envelope, a soft sigh fading into the swirling wind.

"When did you learn to lie, Your Highness Theresa..."

By grasping this point in time, Kal'tsit roughly understood what was going to happen in Kazdel.

The Sarkaz people are inherently somewhat xenophobic, and this ideology, under the tacit approval of the military council, is bound to clash with the Babel Tower's inclusive ideals.

When she left Kazdel, she knew that a conflict against outsiders would soon erupt there, and Babel would certainly be the first to suffer.

Her informant in Kazdel lost contact with her for some reason, and she has now lost the opportunity to get news from Princess Theresa.

But this also convinced her that a civil war over the Tower of Babel had begun.

Kal'tsit knew she couldn't help Theresa in this crisis; her presence would only make things worse.

But she believed in Theresa and in her judgment; she was certain that Theresa would overcome this difficulty.

……

Letania Vaser Territory

In that ancient and elegant room, the nobles of Letania were like graceful figures who had stepped out of an oil painting, exuding nobility.

They wore exquisitely tailored black tailcoats, gleaming with a soft sheen, as if bearing the weight of time and glory.