Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

After dinner, Roy and Theresa sat side by side on the sofa, and he held a towel in his hand to help Theresa wipe her hair.

Because they had been playing with water before dinner, their hair was a little wet. Although Theresa thought it was nothing, as she would have to wash it later, Roy still insisted on helping her dry her hair.

"By the way, where should I sleep tonight?"

Roy, who was drying his hair, suddenly remembered that Theresa didn't seem to have arranged any accommodation for him.

"I've asked someone to clean up the room next door. You can rest there tonight." Theresa answered lazily with her head down.

She had been working intensively for some time, and now that she was relaxing, she actually felt a little sleepy.

"What about the dream spell that covers all the Sarkaz?" Roy knew that most of the Sarkaz would fall asleep soon, and that would be the best time to cast the spell.

Hearing the "dream spell", Theresa, whose eyelids were drooping, suddenly woke up. The sudden raising of her head startled Roy, and he was almost stabbed by Theresa's horn.

"Yes, that spell." Theresa got up from the sofa, put on her slippers and walked into the study. Not long after, she came out holding a heavy book.

She gently placed the book on the table. The cover of the book seemed to be made of some animal skin, and the corners were a little damaged.

Theresa flipped it to the back page and turned it to Roy.

"This is a spell from a demon king. It was originally used to encourage soldiers on the battlefield and make them fearless of death and pain. I made some modifications based on it, but the effect did not meet my expectations."

Theresa ran her finger across the contents written on the paper and explained to Roy the problem she encountered.

Roy read the contents of the book carefully and found that he seemed to know this spell, but he had never used it before.

Since I want to modify this spell, I have to experience it myself.

"Theresa, cast your modified spell on me. I want to give it a try." Roy said as he lay on the sofa and closed his eyes.

"it is good."

Because there was no need for large-scale spellcasting, Theresa just waved her hand, and Roy felt as if his consciousness was separated from his body.

I can clearly feel the existence of my body, but I cannot control it.

Then a picture appeared in front of Roy's eyes. The first thing presented was the thousand-year history of the Sarkaz's exile, followed by the development of military technology in the Terran countries in the past hundred years, and the Gallic Campaign that shocked the world.

Finally, Theresa's plan for Kazdel's future includes all aspects of life, such as education, military, agriculture, and most importantly, the treatment of Originium disease.

Theresa hopes to use this dream to make the Sarkaz people realize that the world has undergone tremendous changes. If Kazdel does not let go of hatred and prejudice and strive to unite and develop, they will lose even their last home.

After experiencing all this, Roy quickly discovered the shortcomings of this spell.

It’s so unreal!

With a thought, Roy broke free from the control of the dream and returned to reality.

"How's it going, Roy?"

Theresa saw Roy wake up and couldn't wait to know what he thought of the spell.

"This spell was originally used on the battlefield. It blocks the senses of the warriors, allowing them to charge fearlessly. But your spell should be as real as possible, but I can't do anything except thinking. This is just a dream."

"Theresa, I think we should simulate real feelings in dreams. Let them personally experience the pain and powerlessness of losing their lives and homes. Such dreams will be the short life they experience personally."

Roy expressed his opinions and views on this spell.

After listening to Roy's advice, Theresa fell into deep thought.

How should I weave a real dream?

While Theresa was thinking, Roy began to recall the spells taught to him by previous demon kings, to see if there were any spells similar to illusions.

Fictional images combined with a feeling close to reality, isn’t this an illusion?

After some searching, Roy finally found the right spell, which was an illusion used by a certain demon king to interrogate captives and traitors.

This is a spell that can construct a close-to-real scene based on the caster's ideas, causing the defendant's spirit to suffer, but the real body remains unaffected.

It fits my idea very well.

"Theresa, I have a suitable spell here. Would you like to try it? I'll teach you the spell by the way." Roy stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Theresa's dazed eyes, interrupting her thoughts.

"Ah? Roy...what did you just say?" Theresa didn't hear what Roy said at all and looked at him with a puzzled look.

Seeing this, Roy had to say it again and asked Theresa to get ready because he was about to cast the spell.

"Are you ready?" Roy said to Theresa who was lying on the sofa.

"Yeah." Theresa nodded and closed her eyes.

......

When Theresa opened her eyes, she found herself lying on the sofa at home, but Roy was gone. Theresa began to look for Roy in the room, but still could not find him.

She didn't realize that this was a fictional scene at all, because the feeling of her feet on the floor and her hands on the sofa were so real.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Theresa suddenly heard a knock on the door. She thought it was Roy coming back, so she went forward and opened the door.

The scene before her made Theresa realize that she was trapped in Roy's spell.

The originally low and dilapidated houses turned into high-rise buildings, the chaotic and narrow streets became neat and uniform, and huge aircraft flew across the sky from time to time.

“Theresa, this will be the future of Kazdel. Now, it’s time for you to wake up.”

......

"Hmm..." Theresa opened her eyes again and found Roy looking at her with a smile on his face.

"Yo, you're awake. How do you feel?"

Roy helped Theresa, who was still immersed in her dream, up and handed her a glass of water.

Theresa took the water, took a sip, then reached out and twisted the soft flesh around Roy's waist.

"Ah!!! Theresa, why are you pinching me?"

Roy didn't understand why Theresa suddenly pinched him, and asked with a puzzled look,

"I'm just trying to verify whether I have returned to reality."

"Then why don't you pinch yourself?"

"Because it hurts, and my feelings might be imaginary, pinching you will be more effective."

Roy then noticed Theresa's hard-to-conceal smirk and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

As expected, the pink hair turned black when cut. My life might be difficult in the future.

"By the way, Theresa. I sent this spell to you. See if you received it."

When Theresa just entered the illusion, Roy packaged this spell and sent it to her, just like the demon kings of all generations had given the spells to him.

After Roy's reminder, Theresa discovered that there was more information about this spell in her memory.

She was keenly aware that this spell had great potential and was far more than just a fictional illusion.

Boom, boom, boom...

The Originium clock rang again, and Theresa glanced at the clock. Seeing that it was already eleven o'clock, she turned to Roy and said.

"Roy, it's getting late now, you should go back and get some rest. I'll perfect this spell tonight and we can start testing it tomorrow."

Roy also knew that it was already late, so he stood up and prepared to leave.

"Oh, by the way. Theresa, do you need me to help you dry your hair?" Roy, who had just walked out of the door, suddenly turned back and asked.

He seems to be a little obsessed with the feeling of brushing his hair.

"No, I have a hair dryer. You should go to bed early." Theresa said and took out a strange machine. This was Terra's hair dryer.

"Okay..." Seeing this, Roy had no choice but to close the door and go back to his room.

At the moment the door closed, Theresa whispered, "From now on, you will be the one to clean..."