Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

"You're such a bunch of losers! It's been so long, and the sarcophagus facility still hasn't been restored to power. We spend so much money every year to support you, and you all just eat for free?"

In the office of Mayor Chernobog, the furious Count Boris slammed his palm on the desk, causing the cup lid to fall to the ground.

He strode up to a dozen middle-aged researchers who were keeping their heads down and silent, pointed at their noses and cursed loudly, spit flying everywhere.

He uttered a lot of vulgar Ursus curse words, showing no trace of the refinement of a noble.

The people who were reprimanded all had high status in the institute. Normally, they were the ones who reprimanded their subordinates and had never been treated like this.

Now facing the furious Count Boris, they didn't even dare to look up, and even held their breath, hoping to reduce their presence.

Ever since the sarcophagus facility was invaded and shut down by a mysterious individual, researchers have tried every possible method but have been unable to restore the sarcophagus's energy output.

The inexplicably appearing encryption program was like an insurmountable chasm, blocking all attempts and temptations.

Chernobyl's industrial production has long relied on the cheap energy provided by the sarcophagus. A sudden interruption in this energy supply significantly impacted the factory's production efficiency, forcing them to temporarily draw on energy from other districts for emergency support.

Lower production efficiency and higher costs mean lower profits and reduced tax revenue, which is absolutely unacceptable to Count Boris.

He issued a death order to the researchers that if they could not recover within a month, all the staff of the institute would be transferred to the factory and their manpower would be used to make up for the efficiency.

After more than ten minutes of intense outbursts, Count Boris finally tired of cursing. He took two sips of water to moisten his throat, then turned to a bearded man and issued a final question.

"Director Sergei, tell me, how much longer will you take?"

"Mayor, the sarcophagus is a mechanical device that we cannot understand. We have been researching it for years, but we still cannot figure out how it works."

"Almost all the research materials left behind were destroyed in the accident. It may take some time to restore the energy output of the sarcophagus..."

The middle-aged man targeted by Count Boris is well aware of the consequences of failing to complete the task, but science is science, and if it cannot be completed, it cannot be completed. The consequences of deception will only be more serious.

He could only grit his teeth and answer, trying his best to stall for time. If he could find the former Director Kal'tsit, perhaps he could still turn the tide.

"Hahaha...it will take some time. How long is that? Tell me the specific time!" Count Boris pressed on step by step, his sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through the middle-aged man's thoughts.

"...Three months, please give me another three months, we will definitely be able to repair the sarcophagus." Under pressure, Sergei finally set a time.

"Okay, three months. If you can't do it, all of you will be chopped up and fed to the war beasts." Count Boris snorted coldly and drove all the trembling researchers out of the office.

......

Night fell once again over Chernobyl, and deep within the sarcophagus facility, the lights were brightly lit. Director Sergei and all the researchers worked through the night, striving to quickly understand the sarcophagus's workings.

The research documents were disturbed by a slight air current, and a sense of foreboding came over him again, and Sergei couldn't help but shudder.

He raised his head and looked around. It was eerily quiet, exactly the same as it had been that night.

"Could it be that guy? He's here again."

An irresistible drowsiness came over him, and Sergei pinched his thigh hard, trying to stay awake.

He was just an ordinary middle-aged researcher who often stayed up late. He had no so-called resistance to mental spells and eventually staggered and fell down.

Thick white fog filled the sarcophagus facility, and four ghostly figures shuttled back and forth, transferring the sleeping researchers and guards to a safe area.

After clearing all personnel present, the ghostly figures dispersed to the four corners of the sarcophagus facility. Four figures simultaneously cast a cutting spell, separating the facility from the mobile city itself.

"Woo woo woo..." The sarcophagus facility was located in the core city, after all, and the noise caused by the cutting process would undoubtedly attract attention. A rapid alarm rang out across the night sky, and the military and police patrolling the surrounding streets received the order and rushed to the scene at full speed.

Mayor Count Boris was currently enjoying the tenderness of the maids with white silk and animal ears. The alarm disturbed his mood, and a hint of anger flashed across his face.

"Yarikov, what's going on this time?" Count Boris asked sternly to his trusted secretary who was guarding the door.

"Mr. Mayor, there has been another accident in the sarcophagus facility..." Secretary Yarikov outside the room answered in an orderly manner.

"＊Ursus curse＊ I'll go and see for myself what Sergei and the others are up to!" Count Boris no longer had any desire to enjoy the maid, so he casually put on his heavy coat, pushed the door and left.

The Chernobyl military and police officers who arrived at the scene early witnessed the most bizarre scene of their lives: the sarcophagus, covering hundreds of square meters and standing dozens of meters high, had vanished into thin air.

Only a bottomless, neatly shaped square pit was left in its place, and the neatly cut exposed pipelines were still crackling and emitting sparks.

"Is there anything wrong with my eyes..."

"I must have not rested well last night..."

"I should have known not to drink before work. I got so drunk that I was confused, haha..."

......

The military and police had never dealt with such a bizarre case before, and they looked at each other in confusion.

Count Boris, who rushed over after hearing the news, saw that the entire sarcophagus facility had completely disappeared, and his military and police officers were still standing there stupidly, not knowing what was going on. His vision went dark and he almost couldn't breathe.

"You bunch of idiots, why don't you block the exits from the city and conduct a thorough search for the criminal."

"Yes, Lord Mayor." The military and police officers hurriedly rushed to their respective jurisdictions. No one knew what the prisoner looked like, but the Lord Mayor had given an order, and it had to be carried out.

"What the hell is going on...it's really weird." Count Boris came to the edge of the huge square pit, scratching his sparsely haired head, puzzled.

"Could it be the work of the Fourth Army's military sorcerers? Decades have passed, and they're still obsessed with the sarcophagus..."

"This is my territory. After the entire city is sealed off, no one can escape. So what about the Fourth Army? It's just a canceled army."

Count Boris blamed the Fourth Army, which had coveted the sarcophagus, for the incident. He never considered that there were other people who were eyeing the sarcophagus.