People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

The former emperor of Ursus fulfilled his promise; the Ursus army truly did not care about your origins. Thus, Bochokas, a mere Sarkaz, was promoted to the rank of captain—although most of his contemporaries had managed to become generals.

But the former emperor of Ursus was too honest. Apart from the army, no other place in Ursus could tolerate this Sarkaz, so he could only escape alone into the frozen wasteland to find the "Ursus" and the "Kazdel" in his heart.

However, the most ironic thing is that even though Bozokasti suffered such unfair treatment, there are still heavy Wendigo units in the Ursus army, and there are still quite a few mixed-race Wendigos serving in the Ursus army, serving the current emperor.

Witt was the one who knew all of this best.

He was merely testing the waters—testing Ernst's attitude toward the Sarkaz, testing the authenticity of the draft, and testing how the Universal Summit would react when faced with pressure from a powerful force like Ursus.

This is an organization that His Majesty and he both have high hopes for; it is one of the keys to breaking the deadlock in Ursus's future.

As for Ernst's answer...

Qi's firm and unequivocal denial surprised even him.

There aren't many people on this land who dare to oppose Ursus. As the old saying goes: if you dare to oppose Ursus, you'd better actually have the ability to oppose Ursus.

But Ernst did it. Carrying the banner of the World Summit, he, the leader of a tiny country, dared to directly refute Ursus's opinions.

Shane Islam Witte was not angry about this; on the contrary, he was overjoyed.

He felt the gazes from those around him, the stares from representatives of other countries, organizations, and forces behind him, and a strange pressure.

The more Si Dan did so, the more gratified he became.

The fact that he can be pressured means that the World Summit is useful, that the platform can indeed be used to argue, and that it can indeed accomplish some things that he previously thought were difficult.

Even though the Sarkaz matter was a minor issue, Victoria, who had a direct interest in it, remained "indifferent" for some unknown but not hard-to-guess reasons. In the end, only he, an outsider, did some obstruction that wasn't exactly hindering, and some pressure that wasn't exactly exerting, but he withstood it and got it done, and that can't be faked.

A faint smile appeared on Witt's face as he nodded to Ernst.

He had already prepared a way out:

"Prime Minister Ernst makes a good point; it is my understanding of the spirit and draft of the World Summit that is not deep enough."

"Ursus has made a commitment that it will never deny anything that the World Summit approves. We respect the consensus and resolutions reached under this system, and if necessary, Ursus is also willing to provide some assistance to the Sarkaz in establishing their nation."

The last sentence was obviously just a polite remark; Ursus himself was too busy to help Sarkaz.

But as I said before, there's no harm in making a statement. Ursus can provide all support except for tangible assistance.

Ernst breathed a slight sigh of relief and nodded. Witt smiled and nodded in response.

The last representative who had remained silent until now, Colombian Vice President Wilson, finally voiced Colombia's opinion:

"Prime Minister Ernst is a friend of Colombia, and from a personal point of view, I agree with and admire his efforts in this matter, and I understand his good intentions."

"However, I do represent Colombia, so there are some things I have to say."

"We have no reason to oppose this proposal, but to be honest, we also have no reason to support it."

He shrugged, giving a somewhat innocent look.

"Colombia doesn't discriminate against Sarkaz anyway."

"As a pioneer of freedom, equality, and openness, Colombia has never discriminated against any individual of any race. I must say that in Colombia, even those infected have the right to education."

This is absolutely true. No law in Colombia mandates the deportation of infected individuals; in fact, the legislation guarantees "the basic human rights of all life in Colombia." Compared to the systematic persecution of infected individuals and the Zacas and other groups in other countries, this is a significant step forward!

Of course, the absence of prohibitions and persecution doesn't mean you'll enjoy Colombian welfare benefits. For example, while the law doesn't prohibit infected individuals from being in Colombian cities, it does require Colombian citizens to purchase national health insurance and pay taxes.

And those infected, if not all, at least the vast majority, have little money. If you have no money, can't pay taxes, and can't afford the expensive urban health insurance for the infected, then you're not a Colombian.

Colombia doesn't support poor people.

Since you are not Colombian, you naturally do not enjoy the same treatment as Colombians. Colombia's freedom and equality are naturally irrelevant to you. This is perfectly reasonable, and no one can find fault with it.

But Ernst argues that even so, Colombia has made progress; after all, everything is relative. The infected and the poor, after being driven out of the city, only lost their Colombian identity and rights, but at least they weren't immediately subjected to persecution like the Ursus infected. Moreover, they still have the option of going to the frontier areas, participating in the Great Frontier, earning money again, and obtaining Colombian citizenship.

Even if only one in a hundred people manage to make it through the wilderness, it's still an opportunity.

It seems that it is precisely because of these policies in Colombia that highly educated Sarkaz intellectuals like Nasti, as well as many cheap laborers, choose to go there.

Thirdly, it can be said that Colombia has indeed benefited a lot from the Sácaz.

Sixth, although Sherag's "Draft Proposal for the Establishment of the Sarkaz State" does not directly touch their core interests, it is by no means unrelated to them.

To put it bluntly, just like Ernst's previous life, if Europe were stable, how could the beacon of America continue to reap huge profits from European capital?

Wilson's meaning was clear: it was impossible to get Colombia to relinquish these interests; Colombia would undoubtedly continue to use the banner of freedom and equality to recruit the Sarkaz and those who had been persecuted. His so-called "indifference" was actually a form of underlying opposition.

However, sharing these benefits is possible. As long as Ernst and Sarkaz can offer something in exchange that satisfies Colombia, Colombia is not unwilling to be generous and allow Sherag and the future "Kazdel" to get a share.

Ernst pondered for a moment, took a slight step back, and nodded to Fremont.

The old man gave a light snort, stepped forward, and announced with his head held high:

"The philosophy of the World Summit is peace, cooperation, and common development. The Lich race agrees with this philosophy. As the first inhabitants of New Kazdel, we are willing to open the Temple of Knowledge in our homeland after the completion of New Kazdel, and share the knowledge and mysteries accumulated by the Lich with the entire Terra."

He glanced at the representatives present and pursed his lips:

"I probably don't need to explain to you what the Lich's Temple of Knowledge is, do I?"

Victoria, Lentinium, Kazdel Military Council Meeting Room.

The shapeshifter split into several selves, and then transformed these selves into several different people.

This is quite tiring. They decided to further train their transformation abilities in the future. How convenient it would be if they could directly transform into a TV or a large screen and play images in real time!

Who would have thought that one day their proud transformation ability would become outdated, with both software and hardware falling behind? It really shows that we have to keep up with the times!

As for now, I can only do a little more strenuous work.

One of his nine forms, mimicking the appearance of Enst, assumed the duties of the temporary secretary-general and declared:

"So, may we begin the vote?"

Theresis, Theresia, and Niezire, who were sitting around him, exchanged glances. Theresia covered her mouth, chuckled, and nodded.

"can."

"Who asked you?"

The swarm of shapeshifters refocused their attention and clicked their tongues in amazement.

You said you didn't want to just listen to words, so I went to all the trouble of giving you a live stream of transformations, and you still want to interact with me?

Theresa wasn't angry. She waved her hand, signaling the shapeshifter to continue.

"Now, let's begin the vote. Those who support, please press the green button on the table; those who oppose, please press the red button; those who abstain, please do not press anything."

"The shapeshifter proclaimed loudly. Then, another shapeshifter in the room, Duke of Kester, pressed a green button that wasn't actually on the Londinium conference table—the scene shapeshifter."

Transformation·Yan Kingdom Grand Commandant·Zhe pressed the green button.

The Transformer Queen of Letania remained seated, choosing to abstain.

The Colombian Vice President, in his transformation, pressed the green button.

The Transformer, the Speaker of the State Duma of Ursus, glanced at the people present, then nodded to Ernst, and finally pressed the green button.

We support the resolutions of the World Summit and will deliver on our promises.

"The voting of the permanent members of the UN Security Council at the World Summit has concluded—the final vote count is 4 in favor, 0 against, and 1 abstention."

“谢拉格代表恩斯特·希瓦艾什提交，万国峰会编号S/1095/1号文件——《有关萨卡兹诸多历史问题的解决方案》审核通过！于1096年1月1日起正式生效！”

S stands for the Security Council at the World Summit, a meeting of the five permanent members of the Security Council; 1095 is the year; and 1 represents the first document.

The first document in 1095, and also the first document since the establishment of the World Summit!

It worked!

The Transformer Ernst wiped the sweat from his forehead, let out a long sigh of relief, and revealed a bright smile of relief on his face.

A slight smile appeared on Fremont's lips as he stepped forward, patted Ernst on the shoulder, and nodded slightly to the young man in front of him, expressing his approval.

A large group of shapeshifters began to applaud. Perhaps finding it troublesome, the shapeshifters did not depict the face of each representative, but instead created a bunch of faceless figures, making the enthusiastic atmosphere seem somewhat eerie.

But no one expected that the first congratulations to Ernst would not be heard at the Kjerag International Summit.

"congratulations!"

Theresa smiled and clapped her hands gently, looking at the Shapeshifter Ernst standing on the table, her expression as sweet as melting honey.

The shapeshifter was a little scared by the look.

Therese silently stood up, and without saying a word, left the council chamber.

Chapter 582 Theresis: It's going to explode either way!

Londinium, Victoria.

When Theresa found Theresa, he was standing atop The Shard, overlooking the now-quitted heart of Victoria.

The once bustling streets are now desolate, shops are closed, and the roads are piled with roadblocks set up by the Sarkaz. Blood Demon offspring lurk in the shadows, while royal soldiers in white armor patrol back and forth, creating a tense atmosphere.

There were no Victorians in Theresis, even though it was the capital of Victoria.

The refugees huddled in their homes, casting terrified glances through the cracks in their windows. As the Sarkaz soldiers passed their doorways, those gazes turned to hatred, as if stabbing the soldiers in the back. Theresis herself had experienced such stares many times; it was normal. Even though the Military Council had established military discipline, Sarkaz soldiers were never truly disciplined. Moreover, most of the soldiers who came to Londinium, pledging allegiance to him, were extremely fanatical Sarkaz avengers. If time could be turned back ten thousand years, they would all be comrades of the Balrog, the most loyal followers of the Punishment doctrine.

They arrived at the capital of the enemy state, and what they would do was completely self-evident.

Regardless of Theresis's original intentions, as the recognized leader of these Sarkaz, he must bear responsibility for these atrocities.

However, at least Theresa doesn't need to.

"You came?"

Sensing the familiar presence approaching from behind, Therese withdrew her gaze but did not turn around. She simply continued to lean against the railing, her body upright, her strength only a sigh.

"You shouldn't have come."

Theresa shook her head with a wry smile.

What do you mean she shouldn't have come? Even though the two were practically "friends through thick and thin," she never hated Therese.

She understood him; her conflict with Therese was a struggle for a responsibility—the responsibility of leading the Sarkaz.

And besides Theresis, only she knew how heavy this responsibility was.

"how do you feel?"

She asked softly.

"The draft resolution of the World Summit has been passed. The nations of Terra have allowed and recognized the existence of Kazdel, even though it has not yet been truly built. What do you feel about this?"

Therese pursed her lips, gripped the railing tighter, and furrowed her brows more deeply.

Theresa did not urge him, but stood quietly beside Theresis until, after a long while, Theresis's reply, carried on the slightly cool evening breeze, reached Theresa's ears:

"I saw what was the cruelest thing for me."

"What is it?"

Theresa asked.

"It is hope."

Therese answered.

That's so unfair, isn't it?

The Sarkaz have fought for tens of thousands of years, with countless generations of demon lords rising and falling, building towering walls and digging trenches that reach the earth's core, hoping that their Kazdel could be built, survive, and protect their descendants.

But the high walls collapsed, the ravines were filled in, Kazdel sank into the ground, Kazdel turned into ruins, and the Sarkaz repeatedly failed on their way to becoming Tikkaz again. Countless Sarkaz told their descendants, almost with blood and tears, that this was an unsolvable problem.

The hatred from an era of mortal enmity is unsolvable, the prejudice from the nations of the land is unsolvable, and the malice from so-called "civilization" is unsolvable.

The souls wailed, issuing this warning to every Sarkaz. Even Theresis herself had grown up hearing this voice since birth.

That's why, sometimes, he really didn't understand why Theresa could be so tolerant and loving. Her sister had grown up the same way; could that black crown really have such magic? In that case, he should have worn it himself back then.

But it's too late to regret it now.

Moreover, Therese had no regrets.

He just felt a little unbalanced.

He was like Shirk of Zaun, who abandoned his oath, killed his sister, and launched a war against Victoria in order to survive and fight for a better life for the city. In the end, he only found a tiny, faint chance to confront the Creator.

He pinned his hopes for Sarkaz's future on this hard-won opportunity. But now, suddenly someone told him he didn't need to bother anymore.

Everything you wanted, I've got it all taken care of.

Please, Representative Jess, you've only been a representative for two days!

Please, Prime Minister Ernst, you've only been prime minister for two years!