Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

Although her clansmen mocked him for lacking class, she didn't care.

But to her surprise, she found today that there were no seats left for her in the entire beer hall.

At the same time, as if she had noticed something, her ruby-like eyes narrowed slightly, and her gaze fell on the figure in a black robe sitting not far away.

The aura of "keep away" and the somber atmosphere surrounding them seemed completely out of place in this lively tavern.

How could the people from the Tower of Babel end up in a place like this?

As someone who frequents this place, Nadine knows very well that the people of Babel don't like this kind of environment. The princess has a much more comfortable environment around her, so they don't need to come here to taste these inferior beers.

The beer hall was acting strangely today, which bothered Nadine.

She casually patted a Sarkaz who had a seat, indicating that he should give up that seat for her.

Before the Sarkaz could even utter a curse, several Originium Ingots slipped from her hand and fell in front of him.

The Sarkaz, his face flushed red, stood up. Just when everyone thought a typical conflict was about to break out, he swiftly put away the Originium Ingot.

He then used his cloak to pat non-existent dust off the chair and made a gesture of invitation, completing the entire sequence in one smooth motion.

Nadine smiled; she had once again successfully won over a Sarkaz with friendship.

"Why is it so lively here today?"

After the Sarkaz's explanation, Nadine realized that something interesting had happened there.

A Sarkaz man named Shen Lin organized a march with his men, and then the Victorian pig couldn't withstand the pressure and gave in, promising to give a response within two days.

But two days have passed, and as expected, the imperial people broke their promise.

Today, Shen Lin, who is at the center of the conflict, is going to give a righteous speech to expand his gains, which is undoubtedly a slap in the face to those conservatives.

No wonder even elite operators were alarmed.

Her crimson eyes swept over the figures in black robes in the corner, her fighting instincts allowing her to clearly perceive that they were all formidable opponents who had been through countless battles.

A rare look of amusement appeared on Nadine's pale face, and she felt a surge of admiration and curiosity towards this Sarkaz named Shen Lin.

He single-handedly exacerbated the conflict between the Tower of Babel and the Military Council, and ignited the hatred between the Sarkaz and the Empire. Now he's just casually throwing a party in the beer hall.

How interesting! I haven't encountered anything this interesting in a long time!

Nadine felt that today's trip was worthwhile.

Based on her understanding of those conservatives, they would definitely demand an explanation this time, and she was very eager to see how that female demon named Shen Lin would respond.

Blood would flow like a river! She wanted to see rivers of blood!

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Backstage

Shen Lin glanced at the bustling tavern hall, then looked away.

The undercurrents at the front of the stage seemed irrelevant to him as he prepared his speech backstage. He meticulously checked his remarks again and again to ensure there were no mistakes.

Since the split of Kazdel, new ideas have emerged and countless political factions have arisen, but none have developed so rapidly as the "Sarkaz Democratic Union".

In order to facilitate the continued struggle against the Empire and to give voice to the Sarkaz workers at the bottom, with the support of most people, Shen Lin naturally established the "Sarkaz Democratic Union".

The formation of this union signifies his entry into Kazdel's political arena.

The voice of the people is not only the voice of the nation, but also the voice of the country.

Therefore, it is especially important to be able to distinguish which voices are from the people.

In just a few days, the number of people following Shen Lin increased dramatically, including some mercenary groups, reaching over a hundred people.

Among them, there are countless Sarkaz who agree with his ideas, but many more choose to wait and see. They have no stance and will side with whoever's ideology prevails.

Ideas often need to be verified by reality, and the results obtained from real social practice are often more inspiring than verbal dogma, because this experience proved the correctness of Shen Lin's ideas.

Most Sarkaz people have not received a systematic education, and they are not interested in grand theories. Shen Lin's successful practices have won their support, which is normal.

Today, they gathered at this beer hall, where Shen Lin will give a key summary of the march.

Just as Shen Lin was about to step onto the stage from behind the scenes, a Sarkaz girl suddenly stopped him.

Her pink hair, like cherry blossoms dancing in the air, seemed to have a faint halo under the lights, yet it did not diminish her neatness at all. She wore a simple black outfit that perfectly outlined her slender yet powerful waist.

Beneath her high, straight nose, her thin lips were tightly pressed together. Her golden eyes calmly surveyed her surroundings before she whispered in Shen Lin's ear.

"The speech has been connected to the Sarkaz radio station as you said."

"In this speech, you will be facing the majority of the Sarkaz... Be prepared, Shen Lin."

"Also, some of those who were observing the proceedings this time are supporters of His Highness, and they are very dissatisfied with the march you organized without authorization."

"If our wording is too radical, it could incite riots."

Upon hearing this, Shen Lin understood.

Queen Theresa of the Sarkaz, who led the Tower of Babel, dominated the infrastructure development of Kazdel. She advocated prioritizing infrastructure construction and vigorously protecting people's livelihoods.

But in reality, Kazdel's situation hasn't been much better over the past century.

In an environment without an industrial base, the allocation of limited resources is crucial for development, but Babel failed to do so, leading to the current situation spiraling out of control.

And those foreign investments were basically all brought in through the Tower of Babel, so his advocacy of strikes naturally offended some people and threatened their interests.

But the clearer their stance, the safer they will be, especially in times like these.

In the current environment, if you want to influence Pengyuan, you can forget about having a voice; the more conservative your attitude, the less value you have in united front work.

With that thought in mind, he patted Ersula on the shoulder, and in the girl's slightly startled eyes, he simply smiled.

“Isn’t this exactly what we wanted, Ersula?”

"Bring it on. If they want to play God, they'll have to deal with the devil."

Chapter Fifteen: You've been arrested, on charges of treason.

The beer hall was bustling with activity, as if the entire community had gathered there. At a glance, the dense crowd surged like ants, with several groups of people clustered around each table.

New customers can only stand on tiptoe at the door, struggling to find even the slightest gap to squeeze through.

The moment Shen Lin stood on the podium, all eyes in the entire tavern turned to him, and many people shouted his name.

He raised his hand.

The entire hall was silent, all eyes fixed on the straight figure on the stage.

"First of all, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to every participant in this march. With your support, we have accomplished something remarkable together."

“We not only helped a father, but also helped our compatriots stand up for themselves. More importantly, our struggle was effective! We spread this spirit of struggle.”

"Gentlemen, your spirit of daring to fight is a miracle I have encountered in this era."

In an instant, the entire tavern erupted in cheers like a tsunami, with everyone raising their glasses in celebration.

Once their enthusiasm had subsided slightly, Shen Lin paused for a moment, and his deep, powerful voice once again resonated in the hearts of every Sarkaz present.

"While I am very pleased that the Sarkaz have once again picked up their fighting spirit, I am also extremely angry, because reality has once again shown us that those Imperials are just spouting nonsense!"

"The factory had been operating in this manner for three years before this strike."

“They oppress and exploit the Sarkaz. Their arrival has not made our lives any better. They use us to create wealth for themselves. They treat us as disposable commodities.”

All the Sarkaz in the vast beer hall remained silent, but their clenched fists clearly revealed their anger.

Shen Lin took a deep breath and looked around at Sarkaz below the stage.

"The reason we are able to overcome hardship and create wealth is because we have the blood of struggle flowing through our veins."

“I find it shameful that some of the currencies we use today actually originated from the tokens of our own people.”

“Each token represents the life of a Sarkaz person.”

“We did not turn our swords against those who harmed us, but against our own people.”

Tell me! Who should be held responsible for the decline of our morality and fighting spirit?!

At that moment, an indignant voice suddenly rang out from the audience, belonging to a Sarkaz man.

"They are hypocritical imperialists!"

"Yes, it's those damned Imperials!"

Shen Lin gave an affirmative answer, his angry voice strong and forceful.

He emptied his mind, unconsciously immersing himself in boundless rage, and his emotions would be felt by the Sarkaz present through his words.

"Is it enough for us to conquer just a small factory?"

“Not enough! This is far from enough, my friends. The Sarkaz need far more than this; this is just the beginning.”

"Those Imperials would rather tell you a thousand times to throw their leftover food into the blast furnace than give it to the Sarkaz children who are starving and fainting by the roadside."

“They provide high-interest loans to the Sarkaz, and instead of creating value, they have left us on the verge of despair due to our massive debt.”

“They used to invade our country and destroy our homes. Now they plunder our savings, families and happiness, and divide our minds.”

His voice broke through all the barriers in the hearts of the listeners with overwhelming force, immersing everyone in the frenzied world he created.

At this point, Shen Lin paused, and all eyes turned to him.

"Oripathy and poverty have never been the biggest problems for the Sarkaz; arrogance is!"

"To place the Sarkaz's hopes on the Empire's mercy is not only an incredibly foolish cowardice, but also an incurable arrogance!"

"Even now, if we Sarkaz don't carry any Originium fragments, we will still be looked down upon by those who call themselves civilized, and they will still squeeze the last bit of value out of us."

"Friends! You have all seen how Babel behaved during this march, and I don't want to say anything too harsh."

"So those imperialists are never afraid of our reports, nor are they afraid of us taking any legal action."

"What they fear is that we will put down our work, what they fear is that we will expose their actions, and what they fear is that we will take up arms!!"

"Making them bleed is the only and best way to defend our rights!"

His impassioned speech resonated deeply with every Sarkaz present, his power undeniable at that moment.

There is only a fine line between madness and greatness; they often go hand in hand.

Many Sarkaz who had gathered to watch the spectacle exchanged bewildered glances. Some frowned, some seemed to understand, and others looked gloomy and indignant.

The initial whispers among the crowd gradually turned into complaints about Kazdel's current living conditions.

"The mine I work at owes me a month and a half's wages. When I went to ask the Leitanian for them, he not only refused to pay but also kept calling me a demon."

"(Sarkaz swearing)! Last time I ate an extra loaf of bread, that Victoria pig deducted half a month's wages from my salary. He's so fat and big-eared, I could squeeze half a pound of oil out of him if I slapped him."

"(Sarkaz profanity)! Tomorrow I'm going to blow that Imperial pig to smithereens!"

……

Public opinion has gradually shifted in a direction unfavorable to the Tower of Babel, and it is escalating out of control.

Many Sarkaz supporters of Theresa could no longer tolerate his speech, and several Sarkaz in black robes in the corner stood up from their seats.

"Stop right there! You're insane!"

"Do you know what you're doing? You're promoting reactionary ideas, you're denying Princess Theresa's efforts and ideals."

"You're preparing to ruin all our hard work and effort!"

They stared intently at Shen Lin on the stage, their voices filled with venom.

But Shen Lin ignored their shock and anger, raising his hands high and responding with an even louder and more rousing voice.

"I don't know when it started, but the image of the Sarkaz people has become a reason for them to be submissive, to endure suffering, to lose their dignity, and to end up with nothing!"

“A Sarkaz father who worked in a factory knelt before an Imperial man because he was five minutes late, begging him not to deduct his wages, because it was his daughter’s birthday next month, and he was just trying to fulfill his responsibilities as a father.”

"In their own homeland, they live like animals, not human beings, but like hardworking, undeserving livestock! We must remember, this is Kazdel!!!"

"Friends, I tell you, this is a struggle, an inevitable struggle!"

“Fate drives us, but we are in control of our own actions. Perhaps it’s time to fight back.”

"I cannot predict the future like the Cyclops, but as long as I live, I will fight until my last breath."

"We must respond to them and make them pay the price!"