Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Victoria Oaks County Military Landing Ship Port

A huge, high-speed warship was slowly approaching the mobile city. It was the Iron Duke Wellington's flagship, the Gastril.

In Victoria, even the homeless on the street straighten their backs with pride when talking about their country's high-speed warships.

High-speed warships have always been the pride of the Victorians and the basis for them to become the most powerful country in Terra.

The Iron Duke ended his cruise and his fleet docked in the Duke of Caster's territory. This news touched the nerves of countless people.

Whether it is the royalists (those who support King Aslan), the Duke who covets the crown in the Londinium Palace, or the remnants of Tara who are eager to restore their country, all of them have set their sights on this ordinary little town.

After receiving the news, the dukes immediately sent out their intelligence personnel to try to get what they wanted before this huge storm arose.

Not far from the military landship port is the docking area for Oak Forest County's commercial landships.

As the roar of the Originium engine slowly approached, a landship that looked like a Victoria warship, but with the exterior armor and paint of Kazdel, entered the port.

The Victorians working at the port looked angry when they saw the familiar logo on the ship.

Especially when those Sarkaz swaggered out of the landship, the hatred in the eyes of the surrounding Victorians became even stronger.

"These despicable demons!!! They actually dared to drive our warships back and replaced them with their own logos. Are they provoking us?" A young and energetic Victorian soldier spat on the ground and cursed loudly.

"That's right!!! This is Victoria, not that poor and backward hellhole of theirs. Let me show you how I'm going to teach them a lesson on our territory." The soldier's remarks quickly resonated with others.

The Sarkaz race is unwelcome in any country or region, and is met with hatred and discrimination.

For the Victorian soldiers stationed in Oak Forest County, the demons who caused heavy losses to the Duke are their enemies.

Roy, Shining and Nightingale left the landspeeder first and walked into the commercial district of Oak Forest County.

Kazdel's landship will dock in Oak Forest County for a period of time to purchase supplies.

Roy decided to take Shining and Nightingale to the city for a stroll to relax and relieve the fatigue of the journey. After adjusting his state, he went to the offline real Quesa Tushta, the old Biden.

Roy learned the name of Oak Forest County from the navigator of the landship. However, compared to his introduction to Oak Forest County, what Roy remembered was the place where the "Light Me Up with Fire" event in the game took place.

In this event, the vanguard operator Weiwei Yige became the medical flame shadow Weiwei. The three skills of chain explosion and extremely high damage successfully confirmed the saying: "The orthodoxy of the warlock is in medical treatment."

However, as far as I can remember, the plot of "Light Me Up with Fire" took place in the year 1099 in the Terra calendar, and it is only the year 1093 now, so I should not be able to meet her.

Now that Deep Pond has only been established for two years, she should still be under the control of her sister Abrana, serving as the shadow leader of Deep Pond.

Just as Roy was lost in his memories, Shining suddenly asked, "Roy, do you feel that the people around you are full of hostility towards us?"

"Yes... I feel the same way." Nightingale hugged Roy's arms tightly and nodded in agreement.

After hearing what Shining and Nightingale said, Roy noticed that no matter the pedestrians passing by on the street, the shop owners and waiters, the patrolling Victorian soldiers, or the workers in simple clothes...

They were all staring at Roy and his group with hateful and disgusting eyes.

"What's going on?" Roy didn't understand why he and Shining were so unwelcome when they came to Victoria for the first time.

Just as Roy was puzzled, he suddenly heard a harsh roar in his ears, "Damn Sarkaz, you actually dared to steal things on the street, I will teach you a lesson."

On the street ahead, a petite figure in ragged clothes and dishevelled hair was snatching something wrapped in tattered cotton cloth from a pot-bellied film man.

The distinctive black horns on its head indicate its identity as a Sarkaz.

"This is my stuff, give it back to me!!!" A childish boy's voice came from the figure's mouth, veins bulged on his thin arms, and the worn cotton cloth could no longer hold up after being torn by the two men.

"Swish!" The sound of cloth tearing was heard. Seeing something about to fall to the ground, the Sarkaz boy immediately bent down and tried to catch it with his hands.

The small silver metal box hit the hard street ground with a crisp sound. The lid opened with the impact, revealing a blue potion wrapped in fluffy cotton.

Roy took a closer look and saw the Tower of Babel logo on the glass bottle. On it was written in Sarkaz: "Ore Disease Inhibitor". There was another line of small words below that could not be seen clearly.

But Roy knew that it was the "special contribution for the Kazdale region" because that was the standard that the doctor and he had set.

This medicine has an export version, which is green in color. The selling price is several times higher, but even so, it is still in short supply due to its outstanding effect.

In Kazdel, every infected person can purchase the medicine needed to control the mineralogy at a low price based on the physical examination report issued by the hospital.

Some people take a fancy to these "specially supplied" medicines. They secretly purchase them from infected people at high prices, then resell them and make huge profits from the difference.

Ascalon has been investigating this matter recently. I didn’t expect to see stolen potions being sold in Victoria.

The Victorian soldiers who were training on the street heard someone shouting that something was being stolen. They turned around and found that the "thief" was a demon, and they immediately became alert.

Several well-trained soldiers rushed forward and were about to pin the evil demon to the ground, while the film man standing by showed a smug smile on his face.

"This kid actually has a hard-to-find potion on the black market. He's going to make a fortune."

The thin Sarkaz boy quickly closed the lid of the potion, stuffed it into his arms, held his head with both hands, curled up into a ball, and prepared to be beaten.

Anyway, this is not the first time that this has happened. The living conditions of the Sarkaz in Victoria are even worse than those of the persecuted Tara people.

No one would speak up for the Sarkaz, and everyone kept their distance. The cold and disgusted gazes of the crowd were like sharp swords, slashing across the boy's already scarred body.

"Mom... wait for me... I will definitely bring the medicine back..." The boy gritted his teeth, tensed his muscles, and waited for the blows from batons and fists.

He had to hold on and then find a chance to escape into the alley. He had a reason not to fail.

The hard metal baton tore through the air and was about to fall on the boy's thin back.

The Victorian soldiers had ferocious expressions of enjoyment on their faces. Punishing the demons in the street not only allowed them to vent their accumulated dissatisfaction in life, but also earned them praise from those around them.

I am the hero that people talk about.

"Crack!!!" The crisp sound of bone breaking accompanied by warm blood splashed onto the face full of a devilish smile. The arm waving the baton was twisted and deformed like a wrung-out sheet.

A large amount of blood gushed out from the broken blood vessels. Pale bone spurs pierced the flesh with remnants of tendons still on them. The intense pain instantly overwhelmed the soldiers' sanity.

“Ahhh!!! It hurts!!!”

He covered his broken arm and screamed loudly. His body was too weak due to excessive blood loss and he fell to the ground with tears and cold sweat mixed together.

The onlookers were so frightened by the horrific and bloody scene that their faces turned pale, and the smell of blood in the air made them feel a little nauseous.

The Sarkaz boy opened his eyes wide and struggled to move back, trying to get away from the blood-red color in front of him. He was also very frightened.

"Opportunity... run away... deliver medicine..." In his blank mind, a few words continued to stimulate the boy's remaining sanity.

With his trembling legs supporting his thin body, the boy stumbled and fled to a narrow alley. The crowd quickly made way for him, and no one dared to stop him.

The remaining few Victorian soldiers did not dare to chase after him. They hurriedly stopped the bleeding of their unconscious teammate and carried him to the nearest hospital.

Roy slowly withdrew his hand from casting the spell and turned to the direction where the Sarkaz boy left.

"Let's go and check on the escaped Sarkaz."

"Well..." There was no trace of mercy on Shining's calm face. This was the punishment he deserved.

Nightingale just glanced at the bright red blood on the ground, and without any hesitation, turned around and followed Roy away.

Compared to the suffering endured by the Sarkaz, this level of punishment does not deserve sympathy.