Ark, I became an NPC in the online game

Mace smiled, "So, boss, are you ready to help save those Tara people who are homeless and unable to survive?"

Xia Yuan settled Senomi down, covered her with a quilt, and kissed her on the forehead, causing Senomi to shrink into the quilt in fear and shyness. Master... is this too fast? But I'm ready... please be gentle.

After lying there for a long time, Senomi heard footsteps fading away, and found that his master and Sister Mace had left the room. He immediately realized that he had been overthinking, and pouted with an empty heart.

Xia Yuan continued, "If I had a mobile city, I would definitely do this."

Jian shook her head and sighed deeply, "This is the first time I know that you, Boss, have such great ambitions."

"Ambition...?"

"Boss, do you want to create a pure land like Lateran in this land of suffering?" Mace said the first half of the sentence, and then added, "Do you want to establish a power or a country?"

"Let's start with power. To do this, a mobile city is necessary... When you go to Columbia with me, you will know that I need too much technology."

The two sat on the balcony drinking tea and enjoying the silence of the night.

This was the first time that Jian heard Xia Yuan's goal from his mouth. He could only say that this goal was indeed very Xia Yuan's. What he wanted to do was so grand and bright that it would make many people laugh at his fantasy, but would also make many people respect him.

What the mace can do is to become Xia Yuan's mace and shield.

"Huh? Is there a bonfire party today?"

Xia Yuan narrowed his eyes and found that a red glow was rising in the direction of the Tara street, as if the sunset had not ended yet.

Mace stood up, she flipped over and jumped onto the roof, her face changed slightly, "Boss, the streets of Tara are on fire!"

Xia Yuan's eyes widened. He turned around and changed into his own equipment. "Mace, come with me to check the situation."

Mace silently stroked Senomi behind him, lowered his eyes and sighed.

Maybe this is a battle without an enemy.

Chapter 73: Redemption in Flames

The flames in the sky reminded Xia Yuan of the war he experienced in the Ark in his previous life.

In the later stages of the game, players gradually developed their own "cities". Several familiar guilds gathered together to build a city without a mobile core, attracting NPCs and players to settle in. This city had laws and taxes made by players, and even had its own bank. If they wanted to move, they had to withdraw money from this bank and then laboriously move it to another city.

In his previous life, he had entered the main city built by players that could accommodate more than a thousand people many times. Several times, he encountered hostile players attacking and setting fire to the city, and the scene was just like the one before his eyes.

Half the city was ablaze in the night.

There were also screams.

The streets of the Tara people were already engulfed in flames. The wooden houses on both sides were crackling from the baking heat, and charred objects kept falling down.

Xia Yuan was not the only one standing at the intersection. Besides him, there were also Victorians who lived nearby.

People worship fire because fire has saved mankind and allowed mankind to eat delicious cooked food. However, people are also afraid of fire. They are afraid of the burning of flames, and the raging fire seems to be able to devour everything.

Many Victorian officers were loudly maintaining order, asking Victorians to retreat and not approach the fire.

"Something's not right."

Jian said beside Xia Yuan, "I didn't see any signs of trying to put out the fire when I came here just now."

"...I see."

"What are you going to do, boss?"

"Go find an area where the fire isn't too intense, and we'll go in and look for people."

Xia Yuan pressed a few buttons on the display on his arm, and more than a dozen drones flew into the sky. He was just glad that he did not dismantle the watering mode on these patrollers.

At the same time, he shook the water bottle at his waist and opened the cap. "Muerseth, are you there, Muerseth?"

Under his exchange, the originally pure water changed its form and turned into a mini Muirseth. She yawned, "What's wrong, Xia Yuan, I just finished writing a report, wuwuwu, Christen was too much to me, a poor elf, I also want to find a helper..."

"We'll talk about Kristen later. Take a look at this."

Mini Muir Seth climbed out of the water cup and saw flames rising into the sky.

“Is there any way to put out the fire?”

Muirseth did not think for long before shaking his head regretfully, "The fire was too big. I also sensed a bit of Originium skills. This might not be a simple accidental fire."

Xia Yuan and Jian looked at each other, and the former asked, "Can you control the water to help us open a path?"

Muirseth nodded seriously, "Okay."

The two did not stay at the entrance for too long, but approached the fire scene from the alley. Muirseth returned to his adult form and ran beside them.

The ranger came over the heads of the few people and began to spray water mist.

Muirseth waved his hand, and the originally scattered water mist gradually gathered together and turned into a water column, sweeping across the alley.

Jian sighed. Her martial arts were useless in this situation. It would be great if the Knight Biliu was here, she thought.

Muirseth's face was serious. A staff made of water appeared in her hand at some point. The water seemed to come alive and engulfed the raging flames.

"Fortunately, these are just spreading flames. The actual casting location is in the middle of the street... I can't cancel it in my current state." She said regretfully, with a hint of apology in her words.

Xia Yuan squeezed Muirseth's hand. They just needed to do the best they could under the circumstances.

Blackened bodies gradually appeared on the streets. They looked horrible and looked like charcoal, wailing silently. After finding that their house was on fire, they rushed to the street reflexively to put out the fire, but they didn't expect that the fire on the street was even more intense.

Mace remained silent, and Muirseth could not bear to watch.

There were too many people to be rescued, and it was impossible to save them all in a short time. Xia Yuan gritted his teeth and asked the ranger to increase the output and let Muirseth control as much water energy as possible, but it was futile in the face of the raging flames.

Given the choice between saving one person and saving countless people, everyone would subconsciously choose the latter, but the current situation is that even saving one person has become extremely difficult.

They arrived at No. 5 Oak Avenue. Xia Yuan remembered that this was Mandela's residence. The rangers sprayed water mist at the house, and Muirseth controlled the water column to spray at the first floor, temporarily alleviating the fire.

On the first floor, there were two households on the first floor. The door of one of the households was open, and two Tara people were lying on the ground half dead. They looked like they had inhaled a lot of smoke and dust, and they were breathing less and breathing more. The door of the other household was closed, and Xia Yuan kicked it, and the bonus brought by the mechanical power directly kicked a hole in the door.

Jian took a step forward, drew his sword and slashed it, splitting the door in two.

A man was lying in the living room and a woman was lying in the corridor. Their faces were charred black by the fire and it seemed that they were neither alive nor dead. In the bedroom, bursts of desperate cries were heard.

There was collapsed material between them and the bedroom. The floor upstairs was burned through, and the entire living room on the second floor was smashed on the original location of the living room on the first floor. Muirseth seriously began to cool down and put out the fire, while Mace drew his sword and began to clean up the debris.

Xia Yuan hurriedly shouted: "Mandela! Mandela! I am a pioneer——"

......

Mandela smelled a pungent smell in her sleep. She woke up with a few sneezes and coughs. The originally dark room was illuminated red by the fire outside the window. The whole building was creaking, and screams could be heard in every corner.

"Dad! Mom!"

"Is it okay!"

The father opened the bedroom door and was relieved to find that his daughter's bedroom had not been affected by the flames. "It's on fire. Let's go to the front door to check the situation. Be good and don't run around, okay?"

Mom gave the frightened Mandela a warm hug in her pajamas. She stroked her short black hair and whispered, "It's okay, it's okay. We can definitely escape."

"The front door is on fire." There was fear in my father's voice. He wiped the sweat off his face anxiously. "What about the back door? There is a sewer there. I think we can hide there."

The ceiling of the living room was covered in flames, crumbling and crackling. My father's face changed drastically, and the next moment he pushed my mother away, was hit by the burning wood, fell to the ground, and his clothes began to burn.

The mother cried, and cried very sadly. Although she cried usually, she would always smile when Mandela appeared, as if life was not difficult and those obstacles were not a big deal. As long as she had her father and her, life could go on.

She cried very desperately.

"Mother."

Tears welled up in Mandela's eyes and she hugged her mother's legs and began to cry.

The sky above the corridor also began to fall, as if the whole world was falling above them. The mother wiped away her tears, half-knelt in front of Mandela, and said in a sobbing voice: "Escape from the bedroom window. You are relatively short, so you can squeeze out by yourself, and then go to where there is water."

"I hope you can meet the right person in the future and gain your own little happiness."

The mother cried and said, "Forget Tara--"

The heavy sound of falling above her head made her unable to continue speaking. She just looked at her daughter... looked at her deeply, then gave her a gentle kiss on her dirty forehead, pushed her into the bedroom, and closed the bedroom door with her backhand.

"Mommy mommy!"

Mandela listened to the sound of falling from behind the door, and pushed and banged on the door with all his strength, but the door did not open.

The girl gritted her teeth and shed tears. She didn't want to cry, but the successive blows made her unable to hold back her tears any longer, and they fell unwillingly like pearls.

I had said goodbye to my father with a smile in the morning, and I had a rare chance to eat delicious meat for dinner. It was just an ordinary night, so why!

Mandela choked up. She didn't ask for much. She just wanted to live happily with her family. That's all! Why were they so ruthless as to take away her only treasure?

She coughed a few times due to being choked by the smoke, and held back her tears as she looked towards the window. The space there was small, but just right for her.

But how would she live if she went out? Who could she rely on in this land? Who could save her who was worthless?

"——Mandela! Mandela! I am a pioneer, can you hear me?"

Mandela wiped her tears quickly. She couldn't help crying again. The little girl choked and shouted, "I'm here, Pioneer brother! I'm in the bedroom!"

The loud shouting made it difficult for her to breathe. She fell to the ground, coughing, tears streaming down her face, and looking towards the door.

"Lie down on the floor, don't breathe in the smoke! Stay by the bed, we're clearing the clutter, don't block the door."

"I understand, Brother Pioneer."

Mandela calmed her breathing, but still felt chest tightness and headache, but she still stared at the door, as if the person outside the door was a hero who could save her.

After a few breaths, a sharp sword light split the door in two. Mandela seemed to have fallen into a hazy state. There were traces of tears on her face, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. She saw the golden dawn that she always dreamed of.

Ah, Pioneer brother. The eager expression he showed when he rescued me, and the joy that came from the bottom of his heart, as if it was not him who was rescued, but her. As if saving her was his greatest happiness.

That expression was so happy that it made Mandela's mouth curl up. Really, did saving her really make the pioneer brother so happy?

She seemed no longer afraid of the future. The next moment, her body entered a warm embrace and Mandela closed her eyes with peace of mind.

"He must have fallen into a coma temporarily." Jian checked Mandela's injuries, drew his sword again to cut a hole in the bedroom wall, and Xia Yuan and Muirseth rushed out.

After walking a short distance, they came to the underground sewer. The fire had not spread to this place, and they breathed a sigh of relief. Xia Yuan said, "Check it out. Are there any injuries?"

Jian shook her head. Although she felt a little uncomfortable from being burned by the fire, there was a member in the team who could use the Originium Art Water. She was not injured and was not hit by the burning objects.

Xia Yuan wasn't seriously injured, except that the durability of his mechanical power legs had decreased a bit. He would be fine after some maintenance and knocking.

Muirseth was made of water, so naturally nothing happened to him.

Xia Yuan held Mandela in his arms like a princess. He looked at Jian and Muerseth, "Mandela should be okay, right?"

Muirseth stepped forward to observe and said, "He must have inhaled some smoke and has a fever... He needs to take medicine as soon as possible."

"Okay, let's go back first."

Xia Yuan looked back at the still burning Tara streets, as if he could hear the cries and roars in the flames. He turned around reluctantly and said, "We can't save everyone."

"Damn Officer Victoria."

Jian cursed. Until now, no fire brigade had appeared. She knew exactly what Officer Victoria was planning. This method was no different from that of the Chamber of Commerce.

Barbarism has put on the cloak of civilization, and sometimes they will unzip their coats, hang their coats on the hangers, and bare their fangs again.

Xia Yuan had some medicine in his belongings. The pharmacy was probably not open at this time. After they returned to the hotel, they found that the people there were also alarmed. Most of them were tourists, and they were discussing something in a panic in the lobby. No one noticed Xia Yuan and the other three.

Xia Yuan returned to her room and placed Mandela on the bed. Muirseth performed a physical examination. Although she was a graduate of the Department of Ecology, she took on the duties of a doctor at this moment. Jian came to the next room and saw the frightened Senomi, so she hugged her in her arms to comfort her.

"how is the situation?"

"The temperature is still very high and needs to be lowered. To ensure her future health, it is recommended that she take antipyretics."

Xia Yuan took out the medicine from her bag and stuffed it into Mandela's mouth, but the little girl gritted her teeth and refused to open them. Muerseth manipulated the Originium technique and gently pushed her mouth open with water, and then successfully fed the pill down. She then manipulated the water energy to make an ice pack and floated it on Mandela's head.

Only after finishing these things did she heave a sigh of relief. Xia Yuan slumped on the sofa in silence. Both of them felt an unspeakable tiredness after this night.

Not long after, Jian appeared in Xia Yuan's bedroom with Senomi. Xia Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly. Senomi twisted his hands and whispered, "I was scared. When I saw the fire, you all disappeared..."

Xia Yuan didn't say much, but just stretched out his hand, and Senomi consciously moved closer to him and let him touch her hair.

She saw the girl lying on the bed and exclaimed, "It's Mandela."

"Master...Mandela her?"

"She needs to rest now."

Xia Yuan sighed softly, "Everything will return to normal tomorrow... Senomi, Mandela will be your sister from now on, so you must take care of her more."

"Master...I understand."

I guess...Mandela's parents also hope that Mandela can be happy.