Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

During your conversations with them, you discover that many Sarkaz people subtly express their dissatisfaction with the Demon Lord's excessive protection of outsiders.

As you recall these scenes, a mysterious seed sprouts in your heart, but you haven't forgotten your plan.

[You used your rest time to teach yourself Letanian, and after a few months your Letanian was good enough for daily conversation, and you also saved up a considerable amount of money.]

You learned from an old radio that admissions to Letania Academy would be coming soon, and you knew your time to leave had come.

The tavern manager learned of your intention to leave. He spent a long time talking with you that day and left you a considerable sum of money before leaving your room.

He knows you're a talented Sarkaz, and staying here will only bury your potential. He advises you to explore more and not give up on your dreams because of a temporary setback.

[Because of your immense popularity, news of your impending departure spread like wildfire. One mercenary leader, a regular at this pub, offered to escort you to the border between Syracuse and Kazdel.]

You accepted their offer of help and agreed to meet them in front of the tavern early the next morning to set off.

[You set off as planned early tomorrow morning. He shows off the off-road motorcycle he acquired from a Syracuse caravan, and you generously express your admiration for him.]

After half a day's trek, you have reached the border of Syracuse. Once you cross Syracuse, you will reach Letania.

You offered the other party a generous payment, and after several refusals, you finally persuaded them to accept it.

It's such a luxury to know that there are people you can trust in Sarkaz.

After bidding farewell to your companion, you traveled alone through Syracuse to Letania. Due to your race, you encountered numerous minor troubles during your journey.

However, thanks to your excellent interpersonal skills and tactful handling of situations, you arrived in Letania without any major incidents.

The entrance exams for the Arts Academy of Letania are open to people of all races. Successful applicants will receive legal Letanian citizenship.

The art entrance exam consists of two rounds: an art skills test and an interview. Only those who achieve the required scores in both rounds are considered to have passed.

[Many people come to take the exam, but the elimination rate is very fast; soon it will be your turn.]

When you recounted your experiences, you unsurprisingly faced difficulties from the examiners in Letania because of your race.

He asks you to play a piano piece, and your grade will be determined by the fluency and completeness of your performance.

They believed that such a demand would definitely make the Sarkaz, who were born from the soil, look ridiculous.

Fortunately, you had done your homework beforehand, and you successfully played the Canon from the last world.

For a moment, all the examiners present closed their eyes in silent admiration, deeming it a masterpiece.

After the performance, all the examiners looked at each other in surprise. None of them continued to challenge you on the artistic aspects. Unsurprisingly, you came in first place in artistic skill.

[Upon reaching the interview stage, the interviewers exchanged glances a few times, asked a few superficial questions, and then told you to go home and wait for news.]

A week later, the exam results were released, and you checked your score with anticipation.

[You scroll down the list of names until you see the glaring words "failed" right after your name.]

[Because of your race, you ranked first in the art exam skills test. However, you failed the final interview.]

At that moment, you suddenly understand: art has no racial boundaries, but artists do.

You left the examination room feeling disappointed.

At this point, several Letanians whose art skills exam scores were lower than yours suspected foul play.

[They publicly mocked you in front of everyone.]

"Damn demon bastards, dreaming of rising to the top in Letania? Go back to your junkyard!"

"Do you know why you rarely see demons on the streets of Letania? Because we don't like recruiting trash!"

You remain calm and composed in the face of criticism.

You proved to them that your skills test results were earned through your own hard work, not through connections.

They became enraged, believing you were making empty excuses, because Sarkaz people are known for lying, and they began to grab and pull at you.

[You were surrounded by Letanians, but it seemed no one believed you, and no one stepped forward to stop them.]

You beat them up.

The Leitanian guards arrived immediately.

[For the sake of fighting without cause, you were beaten to a pulp by the arriving Letanian guards with their batons.]

Chapter Three: All-in Betting – A Kind of Wisdom

The moon climbed above the treetops, like a bright lamp, casting its cool, silvery light upon the earth. In the quiet night, the gentle breeze swayed, weaving together a unique symphony of the night.

Everyone says that even the nights in Letania are incredibly poetic and romantic, but Shen Lin doesn't feel that way at the moment.

At least his ass doesn't think so.

Those guards really showed no mercy today. If he hadn't been somewhat skilled, he probably would have been seriously injured by those attacks.

He leaned gently against the park bench, raising his head to gaze at the starry sky.

According to Letania's regulations, he will be deported back to Kazdel tomorrow, which means his plans have completely fallen through.

Shen Lin never expected that his plan would fail before he died. He sighed softly.

I feel like I've ruined this account, should I just start a new one?

Will the system laugh at me as a lowly host?

If only I hadn't been randomly selected as a Sarkaz race, and if only I had carefully checked each step before choosing my talents.

If one were to list them, Shen Lin would have too many "ifs," but these are meaningless now.

Shen Lin shook his head.

He suddenly remembered a quote from a professional gamer.

Failure is a constant throughout life; that's life.

Failure is meaningless if you don't learn from it.

He recalled the scenes he experienced upon arriving here.

He brought up a panel that only he could see and spent a long time studying his talents again.

His gaze fell upon the unique golden talent, "Living Up to Expectations".

Shen Lin has personally experienced the power of this talent, and he is very clear that this is the only opportunity he can rely on to rise rapidly.

His ability to integrate art in a short time during his previous performances at the beer hall was largely due to this talent.

When everyone thinks he is a great artist, then he will become a great artist.

But at this point, the path to becoming a great artist is no longer viable; meticulous study of art cannot save him, nor can it fulfill his mission.

Life doesn't necessarily offer you any choices. From the very beginning, life easily sets your course, using all sorts of crude yet subtle techniques to confine you to a predetermined path.

From the moment he acquired the Sarkaz race, he seemed to have many choices, but in reality, he only had one path to take.

At the same time, he made a new discovery, which was one of the few gains during this period.

If even someone with his extraordinary artistic talent can't make a name for himself outside, then the situation of other Sarkaz people must be even worse than his.

In fact, even in Kazdel, the homeland of the Sarkaz, the rights of the Sarkaz people have never been guaranteed.

The mine where he had worked not long ago was owned by a Victorian contractor, and the wages for a twelve-hour workday were barely enough to support the Sarkaz family of three.

In other words, a Sarkaz family would need to work more than 12 hours a day to have savings. Shen Lin worked himself to the bone to raise enough Originium Ingots to buy a guitar.

Although his mission is to save girls, he feels that he needs a rich little girl to save him now.

Wait... saving a girl?

As if he had thought of something, Shen Lin opened the task list again, and this time he stared at his task panel and talent descriptions for a long time.

"System, please describe the task requirements in more detail."

[Ding! To ensure a smooth simulation for the host and to create a fair and just environment, this system will not provide hints about scoring points. Please figure it out yourself!]

Shen Lin was clearly not satisfied with this response, and he continued to ask for a detailed explanation of the task, something brief enough to skip the scoring points.

Perhaps annoyed by the questions, the system stopped giving Shen Lin any further prompts.

"Isn't this completely useless..."

Looking at the system that was no longer responding to him, Shen Lin muttered a few words under his breath. He hadn't expected the system to be so unresponsive.

Shen Lin pondered the system's reply. It couldn't give him any hints about scoring points, but Shen Lin only needed to understand the detailed instructions for the task.

In other words, detailed explanations are equivalent to hints for scoring points!

Therefore, the task of rescuing the girl is definitely not as simple as it sounds.

Shen Lin felt that he had fallen into a misconception from the very beginning. His idea of ​​salvation and the salvation described by the system seemed... somewhat different?

He believed that salvation meant simply giving a down-on-her-luck girl a reliable shoulder to lean on and a warm home.

The system's idea of ​​salvation might be to create an environment of national peace and prosperity, where everyone would be saved.

With this in mind, Shen Lin suddenly understood.

Am I really a genius?!

No wonder there were talents like "Originium Master" and "Living Up to Expectations" that could greatly enhance one's own abilities.

A narrow perspective! My perspective was too limited before!

For some reason, he suddenly recalled several street speeches he had encountered while working at the beer hall, and the anger and passion of the crowd deeply moved him.

It wasn't that he was infected by the Sarkaz's unique rebellious nature, but rather that he inherently knew more about the secrets of the Sarkaz and their long history than the average Sarkaz.

Therefore, the system must have had a deeper meaning in deliberately choosing this particular time period for simulation.

Shen Lin's eyes lit up again; he had completely understood what the system meant.

To save the girl, he first needs to liberate the Sarkaz people and bring peace and prosperity to Kazdel. Wouldn't that complete his mission?

This is the true voice of the system!

After these days of twists and turns, he also learned that Kazdel was in a state of extreme ideological division at this time.

The Sarkaz siblings have been swept up by the differing ideologies of their respective populace, and are becoming increasingly estranged from one another.

Theresa's advocacy of a republican development has gradually been replaced by discontent with oppression within the Sarkaz. Now, all that's needed is a spark to ignite this powder keg.

Shen Lin knew that this Mars would arrive soon, a gift from a duke of Letania.

That being the case...

Just as Shen Lin initially staked all his resources on that one and only golden talent, he must make the same choice this time.

All in! All in! All in!

You either have everything, or you have nothing.

Going all in—that's a sign of wisdom! After all, a hero doesn't run away in the face of battle!

Another plan slowly took shape in his mind, like a seed that was growing wildly, taking deep root in every nerve of his body.

He needs to return to Kazdel to investigate in the field how his new plan should be carried out.

Thinking about Kazdel's current situation filled him with determination.

He's about to start striving.

Chapter Four: If Justice Doesn't Come, I Will Go to It Myself

The following morning, you were gathered together and sent back to your hometowns, and you set foot on the land of Kazdel once again.

This time you have a clear goal, and you take your instrument and begin singing in various Sarkaz settlements.

You discover that songs about war and self-liberation are very popular, so you begin your own adaptations.

You have a great artistic talent; your adapted songs are very popular with the Sarkaz, even though they don't understand music.

You earn money through performances, and when you have extra cash, you help some Sarkaz children.

These unintentional actions have earned you some prestige.

You discover several dim stars condensing within your body, and you guess this is the result of your golden talent.

Because of these dim stars, your overall strength has been enhanced.

You won't stay in one place for too long; you're moving forward, and you're also observing.