Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

……

Whether human nature is inherently good or inherently evil remains a difficult-to-define pseudo-proposition.

However, many countries that harbor hostility towards the Sarkaz are all using the same rhetoric.

According to them, the Sarkaz are branded as villains from birth, slandered as thieves, their blood is seen as a symbol of filth, and they are given all sorts of evil names such as despicable and lazy.

Just because they are Sarkaz, they are destined to be ostracized in those places and ruthlessly suppressed by those societies that claim to be equal.

Capable Sarkaz people have their career advancement blocked, and their ambitions are difficult to realize.

The hardworking Sarkaz people have to put in several times more effort than ordinary people in order to earn the rewards that ordinary people can easily obtain.

The kind-hearted Sarkaz are the objects of everyone's trampling. Their kindness is seen as a sign of weakness and vulnerability, like tender new shoots struggling to survive under the wanton trampling of others.

Theresa's previous failures have demonstrated that appeasement will not change the Sarkaz's situation.

The gears of fate mesh together, turning the course of each Sarkaz's life.

As the Sarkaz marched toward suffering and injustice, every attempt to flee only added weight to their cruel fate. Only through struggle and self-improvement could they alter the course of their destiny.

Now, the time has come to change the fate of the Sarkaz.

This is great news, and one of the most important indicators of pre-war preparations has been completed.

The coordinates of the Blood Lord's behemoth skeleton have been fully established in Kazdel.

This allows them to both transport Kazdel's supplies directly to the front lines via the "Life Spine" space tunnel and facilitate large-scale troop movements.

Even if their battle lines are stretched out, as long as the spatial coordinates of the giant beast skeleton are not destroyed, they don't need to worry about supply and relocation issues at all.

The only problem that isn't really a problem is that opening such a tunnel requires a lot of energy and a lot of advance preparation, so it can't be opened frequently.

A few months pass in the blink of an eye.

Shen Lin was on his way to the meeting room of the Sarkaz Democratic Union, where he was about to attend a meeting that would determine the course of the war.

It was already past closing time, and the Sarkaz people coming and going noticed him.

As he walked, all the Sarkaz people spontaneously made way for him, and only after Shen Lin moved forward did the surging crowd begin to gather behind him.

A brave person will never lack followers.

Among the crowd was an ordinary Goliath mercenary who had bought a notebook for his wife to take back with her, the kind she had specifically requested.

Seeing the surging crowd, he inexplicably decided to join in the fun. He was pushed and shoved in the crowded throng, trying his best to squeeze out and see what was going on.

At that moment, as the crowd retreated, they accidentally tripped him, causing the Goliath mercenary to stumble forward two steps.

When he came to his senses, he realized that he had accidentally bumped into someone.

"sorry, I……"

He looked up, ready to explain, but when his eyes fell on the face of the man he had bumped into, his eyes widened and his mind went completely blank.

His heart was pounding violently in his chest, so much so that he almost lost his senses.

The world before his eyes seemed to lose all color at that moment, and there was a face that he had known for countless dreams and in the legendary stories he had heard.

No Sarkaz person would forget this face.

He never imagined that he would encounter this renowned figure in such a disheveled manner amidst the crowded and noisy throng.

"..."

Shen Lin stopped.

In his gaze, the Sarkaz looked flustered, and the hideous scar on his right cheek was particularly noticeable as his mouth was pulled apart.

Then Shen Lin's gaze fell on the notebook that he had just handed to him.

He noticed that this notebook was one of his favorite styles; he liked to carry it with him when he went out to jot down things he needed to pay attention to.

"What's your name?"

"Good...Good luck! Sir, my name is Good Luck!"

Shen Lin paused slightly when he heard the name.

He signed his name in the notebook and then handed it back to the "lucky" Sarkaz man.

Amidst the envious gazes of countless people, he blankly accepted the notebook, his eyes burning with fervor, the notebook in his hand feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds, causing his body to tremble slightly.

Watching the man leave amidst the crowd, Good Luck remained standing in the same spot, still immersed in that dreamlike moment.

After a long while, he seemed to wake up from a dream and took a step towards home.

He couldn't wait to get home and tell his wife about this incredible experience, to share this unexpected surprise with her.

……

That brief incident didn't take up too much time.

He also did a lot of thinking on the way.

Despite Kazdel's high debt ratio, its GDP is rising rapidly, and the Sarkaz people are not yet aware of the changes that inflation is bringing to their lives.

Maintaining this momentum requires the people to have unwavering faith in Kazdel, a faith that will translate into their voluntary dedication to the entire Kazdel.

Without the support of facts, even the most rousing speech will lose its luster.

In this day and age, nothing is more inspiring than a resounding victory.

Shen Lin estimated that if the cities of Syracuse were captured, the current unemployment problem in Kazdel would be completely solved.

The promise to provide the Sarkaz with milk and bread within ten years has been fulfilled in just about two years.

The role played by the shapeshifters was far more exaggerated than Shen Lin had imagined, although this was only the tip of the iceberg...

They had already compiled a list of the families and individuals who had invaded Kazdel from Syracuse and handed it over to Shen Lin.

This is a "bad baby list".

Shen Lin walked into the conference room, where all the royal court representatives except Theresa were already sitting upright.

Even Ducarre, the most arrogant man in the royal court, could not hide his respect for Shen Lin upon seeing him.

He bowed slightly, his previously frivolous expression now turning serious.

Under the watchful eyes of all the royal court members, the man placed the list on the table and pushed it in front of them.

“We have given the Syracuses an ultimatum, but they did not take the opportunity seriously.”

"There is only one requirement for this operation: to completely capture Syracuse!"

"We will not accept the surrender of any guy connected to the bad kids on the list!"

"As for the rest... they either choose to join us, obey and support us, or they will be completely wiped out!"

“They can choose to stand behind us, but they are absolutely not allowed to stand in front of us.”

The man's voice grew increasingly cold, like the biting wind of winter, carrying a chilling aura that made all the royal court representatives present stiffen and straighten their backs involuntarily.

The man's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Swing our weapons down on those madmen who once wielded their whips against us!"

"It's time for our names to resound throughout Terra, everyone!"

"For victory!!"

Chapter 53 A Rainstorm

Upon waking from a dream, Madame Sicily felt as if an invisible hand was gently grasping her heart, and unease spread slowly through her soul like ripples.

Although the images in the dream had gradually blurred, the lingering fear remained, adding a touch of worry to her eyes that was rarely seen on ordinary days.

Today, she had already arranged to go to church to pray, as if to find a moment of inner peace in that sacred place.

She stood in front of the mirror, her movements gentle yet somewhat mechanical, carefully adjusting her clothes.

The smoothing of every wrinkle, the adjustment of every accessory, all seem to be her efforts to grasp the last remaining sense of order in life.

Once everything was settled, she stepped out of her house and got into the luxury car.

"It's raining, Madame Sicily, please be careful."

The driver's voice, tinged with concern, came from ahead.

She nodded slightly and responded softly, but her gaze was already fixed on the distant horizon blurred by the rain through the car window.

Syracuse seemed shrouded in a dark cloud, as the rainy season approached.

The continuous drizzle weaves a fine net, and all living things on earth are doomed.

Rain can wash everything away, rain can drown everything, rain is silent.

The quiet of the night did not bring Madame Sicily peace of mind, but rather a sense of heaviness.

Something happened yesterday that has been bothering her.

Several Sarkaz died in front of the television station, and the killers were members of the Francis family.

Radio broadcasting is one of the important channels for Syracuseans to learn about current events; the radio station only broadcasts things that ordinary people should know.

These men stormed into the television station and, on behalf of Syracuse, angrily denounced the Sarkaz for their shamelessness and evil. The news spread throughout Syracuse in an instant.

When their men arrived at the scene, the bodies had vanished into thin air, leaving only the lingering smell of blood in the air as proof that this was not a prank.

Weird...

In the years that Madame Sicily brought a new order to Syracuse, she also experienced all sorts of storms and upheavals. The methods of those families were endless, and it was not easy to establish a good order in Syracuse.

Under this canopy, there are only two passes: order and violence.

But... what's happening now is beyond her comprehension.

No family would risk doing something so thankless and exhausting; from beginning to end, no family has benefited from it.

The mysterious deaths of Sarkaz, the mysterious disappearance of family members, and extreme accusations against the Sarkaz.

It was as if an invisible hand was manipulating all of this.

The driver gave a soft "hmm".

A heavy raindrop pounded on the car window, a sign that a downpour was imminent.

"Madame Sicily, the weather isn't very good right now. You can wait in the car for a while until the rain subsides before you go out."

Madame Sicily breathed a sigh of relief.

"No need, Frankie."

"This rain has been falling for so long that they can no longer distinguish between reality and illusion, so long that we can no longer see anyone walking into the rain."

"You wait here, I'll go and finish my prayers and come back."

After Madame Sicily went into the church, Frankie found a spot and slowly lit a cigarette.

After Madame Sicily finished her prayers, it was time to prepare for the meal. He had to assure Madame Sicily that the rest of the journey would proceed smoothly.

He picked up the walkie-talkie to prepare for the follow-up work.

But when he turned on the walkie-talkie, all he heard was a busy signal, like the pattering sound of a downpour hitting the ground.

The signal was interfered with for unknown reasons.

No one notified us today that the radio station needed maintenance.

As Frankie was wondering what was going on, the wolf ears on his head twitched slightly, and a series of faint, almost imperceptible, explosion-like sounds echoed through the rain.

That clueless kid is setting off firecrackers in the city?

But as time went on, the sound of the explosion grew louder and clearer, and he could even feel the ground shaking!

Damn it!! Something's happened!

Having lived alongside Madame Sicily for so many years, he keenly sensed a different flavor, and at this moment he no longer cared whether he would disturb Madame Sicily's prayers.

Just then, cars sped through the rain and came to an abrupt stop in front of them. The doors opened, and one by one, young family members jumped out.

At that moment, their limbs went weak. When they saw Frankie, it was as if they had seen their pillar of support. They scrambled up from the ground and crawled to her.

"We've been attacked!! The location is Lanier's control center!"

"Sarkaz, they're all Sarkaz!!"