Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

Under your leadership, you have achieved a long-awaited resounding victory.

[The long-awaited rain has finally fallen on the parched land of Kazdel.]

All the Sarkaz people are extremely supportive of you.

As for your sudden ascension to the Demon King, it is now the will of the people of Kazdel.

All the royal courts have offered their loyalty to you.

The succubus places a pendant on your finger.

The carrion eaters offer you a laurel wreath.

The Blood Demon provides you with special protection.

The absolutist lavished praise on you, bestowing upon you his token, which grants you the power to command all absolutists.

You are now the de facto leader of Kazdel.

[While cleaning up the battlefield after the natural disaster storm subsided, to everyone's surprise, you found a child who was barely alive.]

No one knows the origins of this Sarkaz child, but a child born of storms must possess extraordinary qualities.

You have accepted custody of this child.

After settling the others in, you inquired about the situation of the war from Theresis.

Even you are thrilled by this victory.

You have acquired eleven complete high-speed warships.

[Including two supply ships and four assault ships, you now possess five large gunboats.]

[As for the remaining wreckage of the dreadnought, it will be a considerable fortune for you.]

The Originium-powered devices and other equipment used in their power layer have enabled them to overcome many of the challenges of industrialization in Kazdel.

Since the introduction of currency, you've discovered that Kazdel's debt ratio is now alarmingly high.

But once you win the war, these problems will no longer be problems for you.

[When you inquired about the number of casualties in this war, according to Theresis's report, who was in charge of tallying the losses.]

[The total loss was only a few hundred Sarkaz, and these were scavengers; they can recover quickly with a little rest.]

This is an absolutely incredible achievement for the Sarkaz at present.

Even when Theresis had finished compiling the statistics, his hands were trembling slightly.

He knows this is all because of your involvement in the war, and his attitude towards you has become even more respectful.

You proposed building a monument to these fallen heroes and inscribing their names upon it.

Glory belongs only to the dead; the only thing the living should remember is their sacrifice.

"Some of them don't have names," Therese said softly.

You fell silent for a moment.

"Then bury their belongings, their clothes, their nameplates, beneath that stone," you said finally.

You begin to consider whether to implement a household registration system in Kazdel.

[You know that the current educational level in Kazdel is very low, so such a system is unlikely to be effective in such an environment.]

Raising the education level of the Sarkaz people is a time-consuming task.

You sighed, mentally adding education to your list of future standards for evaluating your development.

You notice that Therese seems somewhat distracted, and you ask him what's wrong.

[This Sarkaz general tells you that he's worried the Sarkaz's outstanding performance this time will make them the focus of attention across Terra.]

If they unite again out of fear of the Sarkaz's current strength, you will face immense pressure.

He went on to say that the Empire wouldn't even need to do anything; all they would need to do is find a way to block your food import trade routes.

At that time, your plans to continue developing will be ruined.

Furthermore, Kazdel's economic development is currently extremely unhealthy. If Yan Kingdom were to cease exporting food to Kazdel, social conflicts within Kazdel would immediately erupt.

You are surprised that this Sarkaz general possesses such strategic vision in Kazdel.

In this land where educational resources are scarce, the Sarkaz who have become successful through self-study are all exceptionally gifted.

Words can teach a person, but actions can teach a person in one go.

You expressed your admiration for him without reservation, and you noticed that his spirits suddenly lifted.

Tell him not to worry, you have a backup plan.

The only remaining question is what to do with the surrendered prisoners of war.

When you discussed how these Letanian prisoners of war were treated, you didn't rush to offer your opinion, but instead asked Theresis for her thoughts.

Under your gaze, Theresis pondered for a moment.

He stated that, after interrogation, it was discovered that some of the soldiers who participated in the battle were Letanian nobles and Syracuseans.

Those people said their families were willing to pay a large reward if their lives were spared.

[Theresis observed your expression as he spoke, which amused you, so you let him continue.]

He stated that while the Sarkaz were brave, this battle revealed a gap in strength compared to the powerful nations of Terra.

He went on to say that Kazdel currently possessed a large number of Letanian prisoners of war, most of whom were highly educated and whose knowledge could be used to benefit Kazdel.

[Give the Sarkaz some time, and you might be able to master their technology.]

[Or, these tens of thousands of prisoners of war would also be a good source of labor for Kazdel.]

You nodded slightly at Theresis's suggestion.

While what he said is indeed correct, it's too inefficient for you.

Because you also have special means—shapeshifters.

They retain the memories of the devourer.

During this war, the Sarkaz lord devoured many Letanian soldiers, thus enabling it to create numerous clones sufficient to keep its gunboats operational.

Moreover, because they have absorbed many of Letanian's skilled engineers, they can now even continue to guide the industrialization of Kazdel in the form of clones.

[Our own people are far more reliable than those hypocritical Letanian pigs.]

However, you can sense that it doesn't like to devour these creatures indiscriminately, much like the Blood Demon Lord, who disdains certain types of blood.

It's not realistic to let the shapeshifters devour all of these guys.

[Recalling the enemy's decision to open fire on Sarkaz civilians without hesitation, you suddenly had a good idea.]

The Soul Forge is now extinguished, the dead souls have found their resting place, and Kazdel is missing a place to ignite its flames.

[This is what you said to Theresis.]

"You mean...we need to restart another power source?" Theresis felt as if he had grasped something.

Although the Dreadnought's propulsion system is currently damaged, some power sources are only slightly damaged and can be repaired and put back into service.

Countless voices surged within your mind, and you could feel their intense desire to tear the Letanians to pieces.

"It's the power source for burning something; I'm going to give them a hot bath," you added.

[If there's strong resistance, send them to Ducarre; he loves tinkering with weird things and needs a lot of materials.]

The moment you finished speaking, the churning thoughts in your mind suddenly fell silent.

Because of your swift and decisive action, Theresis seemed to pause for a moment, then respectfully lowered his head.

[I will follow your instructions.]

So... what about Kazdel...?

Upon hearing this, you simply chuckled and shook your head.

"There's a famous saying among Victorians: 'If a place can hold a boot, then that place belongs to Victoria.'"

"Then we can do the same; wherever the Sarkaz set foot, that will be Kazdel!"

Your will!

Your grand vision instantly invigorated him, making him feel as if he had been injected with adrenaline.

Looking at Theresis, who was already preparing to fight, you seemed to think of something else.

【and many more……】

"You mean, there are Syracuseans in there, right?"

Chapter 47 Can they still attack Syracuse?

Syracuse, an interesting place.

Many fascinating legends have circulated about this place, such as "the land of wolves" and "people who live in harmony with wolves," which have shrouded this land in mystery.

But one thing is certain: there is no government power there, no army that can be called a regular army, and no police to maintain social order.

The family is the order here.

Gambling, extortion, blackmail, fraud...

Shady tactics are commonplace here, and these tactics could even be considered a passport to Syracuse.

Inside an elegantly decorated and magnificent church, a figure stood quietly. She wore a black dress, the perfect embellishments adding to her elegance.

The black cloak, like the arrival of night, gave her a unique, solemn and dignified air.

Such attire is not conspicuous in Syracuse, a country where formal wear is the norm, but no Syracusean dares to underestimate this unassuming lady.

If each family has taken a slice of Syracuse's pie, then she represents the common interests among those families.

Although she appears to be living a glamorous life on the surface, she knows all too well how difficult it is to maintain this fragile balance among the various powerful families.

If the conflict originates from within, she can naturally resolve it according to the customs of Syracuse, but if the conflict originates from outside...

Syracuse hasn't experienced anything like this in a long time, because no one covets this chaotic city, and given Syracuse's historical background, few people openly express their ambitions for it.

Therefore, as long as this place can maintain a superficial balance of internal order, it can continue to operate peacefully and steadily.

But now this balance is about to be broken.

A messenger rushed into the church and handed a box to the woman in front of him.

No one knows who sent the box to Madame Sicily, but the huge inscription "To Madame Sicily" carved in blood on it is full of provocation, and the air is filled with the smell of blood.

She opened the box expressionlessly, seemingly oblivious to the pervasive stench of blood in the air.

Inside the large box, besides a letter, were several heads.

Madame Sicily didn't know whose head it was, but she vaguely recognized the family crests next to it; those were crests that only the head of the family was entitled to wear.

The heads of these small families were murdered without anyone noticing in Syracuse, a land teeming with her spies.

The atmosphere instantly turned frigid. Although Madame Sicily remained silent, everyone could clearly feel the chill emanating from her.

Upon witnessing this scene, the messenger who had delivered the letter to Madame Sicily could no longer contain his cold sweat.

Without any prior notification or warning, he had no idea who dared to provoke the man behind Syracuse in this way.

He hadn't been by Madame Sicily's side for long, but he knew that a head of a small family had once subtly expressed disdain for Madame Sicily in his words.

His head was delivered to Madame Sicily the very next day by a henchman from a powerful family.

Her methods were absolutely ruthless in Syracuse.

Madame Sicily opened the envelope, and when she first saw the words on it, her expression immediately turned grim.

When she first came into contact with the Lateran messenger, she had read some Sarkaz texts, so she knew a little Sarkaz.

The words, written in dripping blood, were like whispers from the abyss of darkness, each stroke and line blatantly expressing undisguised, chilling killing intent.

"Hand over the invaders!"

"eye for eye!"

She initially thought it was some hothead trying to defy the Syracuse order, but she never expected that the letter would come from that group of uninvited guests.