Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Amiya was sleeping peacefully on the bed, smacking her lips from time to time. Theresa and Roy quietly entered the room and came to the bedside to watch quietly.

Theresa wanted to reach out and touch Amiya, but she was afraid of waking her up, so she put her hand down again. The bed that the doctor had applied for was next to it, and Roy used anti-gravity to move the bed over and put it together with Amiya's bed.

Theresa sat on the bed, gently took off her shoes, and said to Roy beside her: "Roy, I will return to the mobile city early tomorrow morning. If Amiya asks you, just say that I was with her tonight."

"Okay, I understand. You should go to bed early." Roy nodded and turned off the lights as he left the room.

Rhode Island was very quiet late at night. Roy walked in the corridor, and his heels made crisp tapping sounds against the metal floor.

Da da......

Da da......

ding dong...

ding dong...

Roy suddenly noticed that the sound seemed to have changed. The original crisp tapping sound turned into the tinkling sound of falling water, and the moonlight shining into the corridor through the porthole also disappeared.

The incandescent lights on the ceiling went out one by one at the end of the corridor. Roy turned his head and saw the same thing happening in the other corridor. The darkness was approaching quickly, ready to swallow up Roy.

A blue flame lit up, and a sword appeared in his hand. Roy gave it the concept of "sharpness". It could cut through everything Roy knew.

"Heh, someone is looking for trouble right after the civil war? Let me see how capable you are..."

The concept of "sharp" passed through the darkness, like a drop of water returning to the sea, without causing a single ripple. The dark sword merged into the darkness, and the moment the darkness touched Roy, he understood what had come to him.

ding dong...

A drop of blood fell into the pool, followed by a drop of tear.

Roy came to a strange space, and a giant beast was floating in the sky. Its body was broken into pieces, with only the skeleton left, and flesh and blood still remaining in some places. Only the eye sockets of its huge eyes were left, and tears of blood dripped into a pool of blood.

There were some bones floating in the endless pool of blood. Roy saw the horns on the skulls. They were Sarkaz.

There was a towering furnace in the distance, with flames constantly emitting. From time to time, corpses fell into the furnace, making crackling sounds.

This is the place where the souls of the Sarkaz go after death, and the giant beast in front of you is the body of the dead soul.

Roy frowned slightly and pointed the sword in his hand at the giant beast in the sky: "Dead soul, why did you attack me? Give me a reason!"

The pool of blood in front of him surged, and blood and tears formed a human figure.

It saluted Roy and said, "Your Highness, we have no intention of attacking you. We just want to have a chat with you. Please forgive us for being impolite in this way."

"This is obviously the first time we meet, why are you calling me Your Highness?"

"Because you are a Tikaz, the owner of the Black Crown, the heir of the kings...you are our highness."

Although there was only one person talking in front of him, Roy felt as if there were hundreds of people whispering in his ears. It was very uncomfortable and even nauseating.

"Can you please arrange a representative to come out? Don't say it all at once. It feels weird..."

Roy put down the sword in his hand, used his own Originium energy, and casually made two chairs for the dead soul to sit down and chat.

"Come to think of it, I haven't sat down for thousands of years. I really miss it..."

Roy looked at the dead soul speechlessly, thinking, "How is it possible that you have not sat down for thousands of years when you control the will of the Sarkaz souls?"

"Okay, stop reminiscing. What do you want to talk to me about?" Roy asked, looking at the figure in front of him.

"Your Highness, I know that you helped Her Highness Theresa win the civil war. I want to know your plans for the future of the Sarkaz."

The dead soul didn't open its mouth, but its voice could still be heard by Roy.

"Shouldn't those be things that living people should care about? Why are you, a long-dead person, asking this?"

Roy was a little confused as to why the dead souls suddenly cared about this.

The dead soul raised his head and pointed at the giant beast in the sky, then pointed at the pool of blood under his feet, and asked, "Your Highness, what do you see in here?"

Roy widened his eyes and looked around carefully, but didn't find anything strange.

"I saw nothing but the bones of a giant beast and a pool of blood."

The dead soul seemed to have known that Roy couldn't see anything like this, and suggested that he use the power of the devil to see.

The dark crown rose, Roy opened his eyes, and a horrifying scene appeared in his sight.

Countless Sarkaz appeared in the blood pool, their faces were ferocious, and they attacked everything around them crazily. Looking up, the body of the giant beast was also covered with Sarkaz, who kept attacking the giant beast with their bodies and biting its flesh.

Corpses were constantly thrown into the furnace, and monsters like this continued to appear below.

An arm grabbed Roy's ankle and was cut off by Roy's sword.

The Sarkaz fell into the blood pool, but recovered in an instant and began to attack frantically again.

Roy was just about to stand up and draw his sword again when the dead soul beside him took action.

An ancient Sarkaz language echoed in the space, and thousands of Sarkaz languages echoed in this space. The giant beast above also uttered an ancient spell, and the Sarkaz people on it fell into the blood pool and disappeared.

The entire space returned to peace.

Roy also put away his crown and looked at the dead soul with a serious face: "What is going on? Aren't you in charge of the Sarkaz souls?"

The dead soul replied calmly: "Your Highness, the Sarkaz have been in exile for a thousand years, and every dead Sarkaz soul has returned to this land of souls. Some of them died on the battlefields of other countries, some died at the hands of their compatriots, and some died of Originium disease..."

"Here is a mixture of their regret, their anger, their reluctance, their expectations..."

"Too many complicated emotions polluted their souls, and their consciousness began to gradually fall into madness. This space is too small, and more and more Sarkaz died. They began to bite each other, and even my body could not avoid it."

The dead soul is now like a corporate slave who complains to his boss about how hard his work is, blaming his boss for not understanding the difficulty of the job and blaming it for not doing its job well.

Roy touched his nose and felt a little embarrassed.

"So what do you mean by asking me about the future plans of the Sarkaz..."

"There's no room here. Don't let our compatriots continue to sacrifice like this..."

Roy heard the dead soul's plea in a calm tone. Facing so many dead compatriots, even if it had been guarding this place for a thousand years, it must be very painful inside.

"No, we have conquered Originium Disease, and we will gradually control the Originium Disease of all Sarkaz. Give us some time, and no one will die from Originium Disease anymore."

"I choose the same path as Theresa. Kazdel will become the first capital city that does not need to hide from natural disasters. It will become the home of all Sarkaz people. Please trust us."

Roy lowered his head and bowed deeply to this senior who had been watching over him for a thousand years.

"You said you conquered Originium disease?"

The dead soul rushed over, staring with its visual organ, which was not sure whether it could be considered eyes, wide open, and its tone was full of shock.

"Yes, we have successfully cured the Originium disease, but for the safety of Kazdel, we chose to control the condition of all Sarkaz infected people first, so that they will not die from Originium disease again. When the time is right, we will gradually cure them completely."

"Good good..."

This was the best news the dead soul had heard in a thousand years. It paced back and forth in front of Roy, as if thinking about how to express its excitement.

Got it!

"Your Highness, please close your eyes first. I want to show you something."

Roy closed his eyes obediently, and the ancient Sarkaz song rang in his ears, this time the style was full of sadness.

"Alright, Your Highness. You may open your eyes now."

White figures emerged from the blood pool, with no anger or sadness on their faces, only calmness and peace. They knelt on one knee in front of Roy, and the dead soul explained to Roy.

"Your Highness, these are the tribesmen who died of Originium disease. After they learned that you have cured the disease, they planned to express their gratitude and blessings to you."

"Ancient Sarkaz..."

"thank you......"

"I wish you all the best..."

Every dead soul sent their blessing, and thousands of voices came together to weave a necklace for Roy, which was the blessing of the Sarkaz souls.

"Your Highness, go and do what you should do. I will always be here to watch over you."

"Bye now......"

Roy returned to the corridor, and the sword in his hand turned into a necklace, which Roy put around his neck.

It's time to go back and rest...