Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

She was very glad that she had brought the message back to the royal court in advance, as she knew what this meant for the banshee clan.

As the last note faded away, the world fell silent for a moment, leaving only the howling wind of the night.

The rain stopped.

Aside from those with differing thoughts, those who were immersed in the song finally snapped out of it.

A thunderous roar of cheers and applause erupted.

"(Sarkaz profanity)! If anyone dares to say that Sarkaz people sing badly next time, I'll twist their head off and use it as a football."

"(A plant)? (A plant)?! (A plant)!!!"

The Sarkaz audience below the stage could not hide their excitement, and their praises were endless.

After being impressed by Shen Lin's opening performance, their enthusiasm and curiosity turned into anticipation for the subsequent performances.

Seemingly sensing the enthusiasm of the audience, Shen Lin's lips curved slightly.

He gently plucked the strings again, and at that moment, he felt as if he had fallen into a wonderful state. In the center of that small stage, holding the guitar, it was as if the whole world had turned into nothingness under the undulating melody.

His voice was like a gift from heaven, and the moving melody was like a magic key that precisely unlocked the emotional treasure box in the hearts of the audience.

There were no cheers or applause; everyone was completely absorbed in the heavenly singing.

As the song was softly sung, Ersula seemed frozen in place. Her golden eyes shone, and her gaze was fixed solely on the figure on the stage who had captured the attention of everyone.

Even Martha, who was also a sirens, couldn't help but marvel at the man's artistic talent. She knew very well that artistic inspiration was not a talent that sirens were born with.

The gentle music eventually came to an end. As the last note drifted down like a feather and vanished without a trace, the sound abruptly ceased.

The Sarkaz people listening in the audience seemed to awaken from a dream, slowly pulling themselves out of the immersive music, their eyes still lingering with a sense of lingering enjoyment and loss.

The applause and cheers were even more enthusiastic, their passion echoing throughout the settlement, and many Sarkaz people even whistled.

Feeling the surge of emotions that had been stirred up in the audience, Shen Lin couldn't help but be infected by the excitement, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I am honored by your enthusiasm. Today, there are no dazzling lights or gorgeous curtains here, only some messy decorations and a disheartened singer."

"But none of that matters, because only your love is the miracle that blooms in the darkness today."

“If I had the chance, I would really like to become a singer, and not go anywhere else, but stay in Kazdel, in our hometown.”

"Because this way I can see the children's smiling faces and feel your enthusiasm every day in Kazdel."

Shen Lin's heartfelt expression moved the audience.

He paused, and when the cheers subsided, he took a deep breath.

"But unfortunately, for some reason, I have to give up my dream because I have something more important to do."

"I am very sorry for taking up your valuable time, but please listen patiently to what I have to say next."

"Because something infuriating happened recently around us."

"Perhaps such things were just casual conversation in the past, but now it's different, because it has become a common phenomenon that will affect the fate of every Sarkaz person."

As soon as the man finished speaking, a noticeable uproar erupted in some areas of the audience, their faces showing undisguised interest.

Conflict and struggle are a normal part of life for the Sarkaz people, and the strong sense of hostility in Shen Lin's words made them realize that something big might be coming.

When Shen Lin recounted everything he had seen and heard, combined with the father's story, the Sarkaz who had initially been watching the spectacle expressed their indignation, and hushed discussions gradually began to circulate among the crowd.

"These imperialists think too highly of themselves!"

"Ugh! Those Victorians have never even given us a second glance. Let me tell you, the last time I took on a job..."

"The Leitanians are no good either, every single one of them."

"Why don't you report them to the Tower of Babel and the Military Council?"

"Young man, the Military Council won't get involved in this matter, and Babel still needs those Imperials to pay tribute. Guess who Babel will deal with first if you report them?"

……

Shen Lin waited quietly for the discussion to subside. He then clapped his hands lightly, drawing everyone's attention.

In the quiet space, only his clear voice echoed.

"Three years ago, the Davis factory openly cut the wages of all workers, citing a sluggish market. In fact, the factory's net profit at that time was 30% higher than in previous years!"

"Two years ago, the Davis plant and other foreign plants, citing the low work efficiency of the Sarkaz, simultaneously expanded their recruitment and lowered the wages of most Sarkaz workers while raising the wages of some management workers."

"Those Imperials noticed something amiss and transformed the external conflict between them and the Sarkaz into an internal conflict among the Sarkaz workers."

Such explosive news instantly ignited the audience below the stage, with cheers rising and falling, as if they were all shocked that the man dared to confront the Empire head-on.

Even the Sarkaz people who were initially uninterested in Shen Lin put down their glasses and stared intently at the man on the stage upon hearing these words.

The conflict between the Empire and ordinary Sarkaz has escalated to an extreme degree due to the continuous bloodshed, and there is no Sarkaz who is not interested in this topic.

Many people know that this matter cannot be resolved peacefully.

The man continued firing, his voice suddenly rising several decibels. At this moment, the sharpness in his tone was undisguised, and his power was unmistakable.

“A year ago, they started cutting back on workers’ meals for various reasons. Some workers protested in the factory. They were very sensitive to this and immediately took control measures.”

"They dismissed managers who were willing to stand up for the Sarkaz workers from their management positions and demoted them to workers, citing the laxity of some managers."

"In just three years, they have already withheld nearly half of the workers' wages and 20% of their food allowance."

"Not only that, they also provide high-interest loans to the Sarkaz, burdening every Sarkaz person struggling to make a living with desperate debt."

"They've monopolized Kazdel's food import channels, and now the Sarkaz are working diligently for them for twelve hours a day! The Originium Ingots they receive can only be exchanged for five loaves of bread on the black market!!"

“We breathe polluted air every day, those overpriced goods, those ruins, and… our dead compatriots, most of our current suffering comes from them.”

"They are insatiable, they have made us wander to this day, they have torn us apart, they have destroyed us Sarkaz!"

"You must know this is Kazdel! Friends, why can they act with such impunity and without restraint?!"

"We need to unite, we must unite, and make these bastards give us an explanation."

“Starting tomorrow, we will hold a demonstration on behalf of the workers at the Davis factory to clearly express our demands for the protection of the legitimate rights of the Sarkaz people.”

"This will be our resistance, and also a justified mobilization for us Sarkaz!"

In an instant, everyone sensed danger, like dark clouds gathering before a storm.

The torch flickered, its faint light swaying gently in the night breeze, struggling to maintain its brilliance, drifting in the vast twilight, appearing lonely yet tenacious.

The man's eyes were deep, and within his pupils, a raging fire burned fiercely.

The raging fire burning in his pupils, like a spark igniting a prairie fire, instantly stirred the surging emotions of the Sarkaz crowd below.

In an instant, anger, like a wild beast unleashed or a rampaging virus, spread wildly and uncontrollably into the souls of every Sarkaz.

Cold, hard data and reality are always more convincing than any rhetoric.

On this land, the Sarkaz people, who are at the bottom of society, have long suffered oppression from the Empire. Their living conditions are extremely miserable, and their status is even worse than that of pigs and dogs.

This dark reality, like a heavy haze, hangs over the Sarkaz people, becoming a commonplace and unsurprising norm.

Shen Lin's speech completely tore away this fig leaf, exposing the ugly evil deeds behind the Empire's back to everyone without reservation, leaving everyone silent.

Following the man's incisive words, some members of the Tower of Babel were already unable to remain seated.

They wanted to maintain order and condemn Shen Lin for maliciously inciting the emotions of the Sarkaz people, but they were overwhelmed by the vast crowd and could do nothing.

When the wheels of history slowly turn forward, no one can stop them.

Princess Theresa's ideals were too idealistic and detached from reality, and the Socialism of the Military Council provided fertile ground for the civil war in Kazdel.

In the past, no organization has ever responded to the voices of these lower-class Sarkaz people.

Neither heaven nor hell could offer them solace; they were left only with themselves, insignificant, lonely, struggling, and fighting against one another.

In the darkness, not everyone is pretending to be asleep, nor is everyone turning a blind eye to the suffering of the Sarkaz people. All they are waiting for is one voice.

And now, that voice appeared, and the blazing firelight shone on the man, making the tiny flames appear dazzling and blinding.

Many Sarkaz people slowly put down their glasses, looking at each other as if they understood each other's thoughts in an instant, and a cruel smile appeared on their lips.

They sensed the coming of a struggle, a struggle unlike the usual childish games between mercenaries; it would sweep through Kazdel in a more radical and fierce manner.

Although some Sarkaz wore calm expressions, their bodies were trembling slightly.

The Sarkaz, with fighting spirit flowing through their veins, are destined to never find peace. Every drop of blood flowing through their veins seems to be screaming, unrestrainedly expressing the excitement of their impending emotional outburst.

The crowd's outrage ignited the Sarkaz's unique fervor. Today's concert attracted many prominent Sarkaz members, who were also watching the situation unfold with great interest.

However... some are happy while others are sad.

The situation had developed beyond Martha's expectations; she hadn't imagined it would escalate to this point in the blink of an eye.

She clenched her teeth, feeling somewhat helpless about the sudden change.

She had no idea that the other party's stance was so clear; it was obviously a planned operation, and he had come prepared.

Gazing at the figure on the stage that had captured everyone's attention, she remained silent for a long time, finally letting out a slow sigh.

The original plan to recruit the other party had to be put on hold, as the matter was beyond her control.

At this moment, whatever decision the self-proclaimed neutral demon royal court makes, even if it remains silent, it signifies their choice and means they are about to be drawn into this vortex.

Feeling the wildly surging power within him, Shen Lin's lips curled into a slight smile. No one noticed that his aura was steadily rising.

Shen Lin was now experiencing a strange feeling. He could feel strands of silk threads emanating from almost all the Sarkaz present and converging on him.

As if being caressed by the warm sunshine, Shen Lin felt enveloped in warmth, and every part of his body was undergoing subtle changes.

At this moment, the number of shining stars within his body was also changing rapidly, with dim stars constantly appearing and then immediately turning into shining stars, like a painting of stars in the night sky.

Shen Lin's radiant stars had reached over a thousand, and the number of dim stars was countless. In this short period of time, he broke free from the cage that imprisoned him, as if enlightened.

Just then, a pleasant notification sound rang out.

[Ding! Detected a significant increase in the number of units accepting the host's ideology. New feature unlocked: Mainstream Ideology.]

Obtain the [Ideology: Sarkazism]: If you repay evil with good, how will you repay good? The Sarkaz should abandon their illusions and launch an attack on those groups that have unjustly exploited and persecuted the Sarkaz. Only blood can repay hatred.

Sarkaz who accept this ideology receive the following effects:

Diplomatic stability is reduced by 70%, tension with other races increases by 25%, domestic mobilization speed is increased by 50%, production efficiency increases by 20%, combat capability increases by 40%, and final damage to other races is increased by 25%. This effect is unaffected by other negative effects.

(Note: Thoughts cannot be killed.)

Before Shen Lin could recover, the pleasant voice rang out again, but this time it carried a hint of doubt and confusion.

【? 】

[Host...how...did you...unlock...this feature?]

PS: "(????)??" Hehe, so many votes! You guys are so kind! I'll keep working hard!

Chapter Twelve AI Outage

The rescue simulator, also known as prototype simulator number 250250, will be deployed to the world to find a suitable host to simulate and complete tasks.

As a prototype simulator, it only has three chances to select a host. If it fails to meet the minimum requirements of the task in all three attempts, it will be deemed a failed AI.

At that time, not only will it forcibly break free from its host, but it will also face the danger of being recycled and reshaped.

The first host it chose lacked romantic experience and had low emotional intelligence, which meant that even with the blessing of talent, the simulated ending was a doomed one.

The rescue simulator believes that what this host needs is not a rescue simulator, but a hypnosis simulator.

Because its host failed to complete the task the first time and did not reach the required score, the trigger mechanism forced it to unbind from that host.

The second time, it learned from its first experience and found a host who was experienced in relationships and had high emotional intelligence.

According to its model, the host has a 70% or higher chance of completing the mission once they connect with a potential romantic partner.

As expected, with the help of his talent, the host quickly established relationships with several female characters in the early stages.

Then, he didn't understand the world of anime... After his affair with multiple women was exposed, the heroines turned evil, and he was killed by a yandere. He spent no more than three months in the entire simulated world.

After being awakened, it was stunned to learn everything. This fastest legend not only failed to achieve the rescue ending, but also had a pitifully low score, even lower than the first host's score.

So... the second attempt also failed.

The third and final chance is the crucial moment that will determine whether its fate will be reshaped.

And coincidentally, the next simulated world is rated as difficult: Arknights.

The difficulty for the host to survive in this world is far more exaggerated compared to other worlds with normal romantic relationships.