Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Kazdale area, Scar Mall

This place provides shelter and a way of survival for countless Sarkaz warriors...but the lives of countless mercenaries are also buried deep in this valley.

The mercenaries produced here are widely used in wars and armed conflicts in various countries. They are cheap, effective, and can be discarded directly after use, becoming a tool favored by countless politicians.

No one would pay attention to the death of these Sarkaz mercenaries, and their names were not even worthy of appearing in the casualty report of the war, because they were Sarkaz, not humans.

The one in charge of this man-eating valley is a Cyclops who calls himself "Scareye".

He sent his fellow tribesmen to the battlefield, while he himself stayed behind the scenes to break their bones, trying to squeeze the last bit of value out of these mercenaries.

At this time, "Scar Eye" began to do what he did every day, using the Cyclops' magic to try to glimpse his own future.

Although he claims that he does not care about fate, he checks the prophecies that fate has given him every day.

As the spells and magic were cast, the third eye hidden in his forehead began to glow, and this time "Scar Eye" saw what he least wanted to see.

A strange male Sarkaz suddenly appeared beside him and buried him and the entire valley underground without any explanation.

The screen flickered, and what appeared before his eyes was an endless array of troops approaching Kazdel. But as soon as they stepped onto the land, the Sarkaz waved his hand, and the originally dark array turned into a sea of blood.

All the soldiers exploded and died. The heavy armor and huge high-speed warships were simply unable to stop his power.

The rapidly rising Originium crystals soon triggered a natural disaster, and a torrential rain poured down, washing away the blood. Scar Eye used all his strength to cast a spell, trying to see the figure in the torrential rain.

But what he didn't expect was that the figure suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of "Scar Eye".

Scar-Eye's hair stood on end instantly, and he saw a smile on the face of the figure, with a black crown between his horns. The most important thing was that his spying was discovered by the other party.

Scareye quickly cut off the spell and returned to reality, breathing heavily.

Looking around, this once very familiar little room made him feel a little scared, because the strange Sarkaz appeared here.

I died at his hands without any ability to resist.

"Damn, is it really my turn to prepare my own coffin this time? Haha, I guess that person won't give me time to prepare a coffin." "Scar Eyes" smiled self-deprecatingly.

He knew that if the prophesied devil really appeared before him, even if all the mercenaries in the Scar Mall came together, they would not be enough to defeat him with just a wave of his hand.

Scar Eyes took a moment to calm down, opened the door, and walked out of the room. Scar Mall was still the same as usual, full of violence, blood, and exploitation. The wailing of slaves and the bargaining and quarreling of slave traders.

"Scar Eyes" found the best intelligence dealer here and asked him to tell him all the major events that had happened in Kazdel recently, and he was willing to pay a corresponding reward.

"Scareye, this is not like you. Did you see something again?" The intelligence dealer poured Scareye a glass of turbid wine, which was a common local wine in Kazdel.

The information dealer was wrapped in a black robe and a mask on his face. No one knew his race, name, or origin. All they knew was that his information was the most accurate and complete.

"Haha, you usually don't ask so many questions. Just hand over the money and the other hand over the goods, and that's it." "Scar Eyes" took the wine glass and drank it all, then waved his hand to let the information dealer speak quickly.

"Okay, since you are so anxious, then come in with me." The transaction of intelligence must be kept confidential. The intelligence dealer opened an iron door and stretched out his hand to invite "Scareye" to come in.

"Hmph, I hope your intelligence won't disappoint me." "Scar Eyes" followed the intelligence dealer into the secret room.

No one knew what kind of deal they reached in there. All they knew was that from that day on, Scar Mall began to refuse to accept missions from Kazdel and also stopped the slave trade of the Sarkaz.

"Scareye" also sent out his best mercenaries to collect intelligence on the "Tower of Babel".

......

Kazdel City, Military Committee Building, Theresa's Office

Roy got up early today and worked with Theresa to handle matters.

I want to systematically understand Kazdel's current situation.

Listing the problems that need to be solved urgently, Roy can rub pure Originium by hand for those that can be solved with money. He believes that the surrounding big countries will not reject such a huge market.

Roy felt that his fists were pretty powerful when it came to problems that could be solved with force.

We must first resolve internal problems before we can start building the nation, to avoid a bunch of evil spirits jumping out to cause trouble.

Theresa put out all the information she had recently compiled, and the two of them looked at and discussed it, and a list was gradually compiled.

While looking through the information, Roy discovered an underground mercenary organization called "Scar Shop", whose business included participating in wars of the mercenary country, assassinations, stealing intelligence, buying and selling slaves, etc.

"So you didn't even deal with this underground organization?" Roy asked Theresa seriously, holding the document in his hand.

If I had known this before, even if I didn't completely eradicate this organization, I would have definitely taken it into my own hands.

The country's violent organizations must be controlled by those in power and be subject to supervision and restriction.

Theresa lowered her brows and replied embarrassedly: "At that time, Kazdel was in ruins and we needed the support of Scar Mall. Moreover, so many mercenaries depended on Scar Mall for their livelihood. Once they were eradicated, they would cause even greater chaos, so..."

After saying this, Theresa lowered her head. She also knew that she had done something wrong.

Hearing Theresa's answer, Roy took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

He also understood the situation of Theresa and Kazdel. Perhaps she really couldn't spare the time to deal with the problems of Scar Mall.

What about Tracy?

Is he addicted to using mercenaries?

Wait until you have dealt with these troubles before dealing with him.

Ultimately, it’s because productivity is too low, education in Kazdel is too poor, society is unstable, and natural disasters strike frequently.

All kinds of production cannot be carried out, and those old antiques in the royal court are still talking about privileges and bloodline theories.

In order to make a living, these ordinary Sarkaz can only work as mercenaries, betting with fate on which will come first, death or tomorrow.

Roy realized the reality and sighed. He sat down again and reached out to hold Theresa's hand.

"Theresa, I was too excited just now, I'm sorry!" Roy lowered his head towards Theresa and expressed his apology.

Theresa shook her head, indicating that it was okay. She was not angry, but happy.

She understood that Roy cared too much about Kazdel. He treated this country as his own child, which was why he was so anxious.

......

After the efforts of the two, they finally sorted out all the information before lunch and made a list of problems that had to be dealt with before Kazdel was established.

Including but not limited to establishing the most basic productivity to meet life needs, abolishing the royal court system, solving the scar mall, and repairing Kazdel City...

Looking at the list, Roy felt that Kazdel was full of holes and problems everywhere.

"Theresa, how many problems can we solve if we have a lot of money?" Roy murmured as he cast his eyes towards the Originium crystal clusters scattered throughout the city of Kazdel.

"If we had money, most of the problems here could be solved, but where would we get so much money..."

Theresa answered helplessly, but before she could finish, she was completely shocked by Roy's actions.

Roy reached out his hand to the nearest Originium crystal cluster, which was left on the ground of Kazdel City when it was hit by the natural disaster last time.

The huge Originium crystal cluster was slowly disappearing, and a ribbon made of Originium energy was floating towards the direction of the building.

The changes in the crystal cluster attracted the attention of the residents. When they found that the source of this situation was the Military Committee Building, their evaluation of the Tower of Babel improved a little.

After all, they could only see the changes happening before their eyes. Theresa's previous ideals were too far away for them to understand.

Now that Babel Tower has helped them clear out this dangerous Originium crystal cluster, they can see that their lives have improved and are willing to accept Babel Tower's leadership.

At this moment, Theresa's eyes widened, and she couldn't speak for a long time. Finally, she covered her mouth with her hand. She didn't want to be rude in front of Roy.

The only sound left in the room was a sound similar to that of stones falling. Askalon, who was guarding the door, heard the noise inside and opened the door to check.

"Your Highness, what's wrong..." Before she could finish her words, she was so shocked by the scene in front of her that she was speechless.

The entire room was covered with fist-sized yellow crystals. Ascalon knew that this was the purest Originium because she had seen it in books when she was a child.

This is a relatively precious energy and industrial material, and can be used as currency in many places, but there are so many pure Originiums in front of him, which Ascalon has never seen before.

Theresa didn't expect that Roy could produce so many pure Originium by converting crystal clusters. He was simply the legendary money printing machine.

Theresa looked at the other Originium crystal clusters in the city, and the anticipation in her eyes could no longer be concealed.

Just then, Roy had also squeezed the huge crystal cluster dry and was about to speak.

He saw Theresa rushing towards him. The sharp horns on her long pink hair scared Roy a little, but he still reached out to catch her.

"Hahaha, Roy. You are so awesome. We have a lot of money now..." Theresa kept talking excitedly while hugging Roy.

Roy saw Theresa was so excited that the horns brushed across his chin several times.

In order to avoid getting scratched, Roy had to raise his hand from Theresa's waist and gently stroke her long pink and white hair to comfort the excited Theresa.

"Theresa, calm down..."

Askalon, who was standing by, watched this scene and sighed helplessly: "Your Highness, please pay attention to your image..."