Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Somewhere in Kazdel's secret underground base lies the "Demon King's Treasure House," a treasure trove passed down by the few who know it. It's said to contain precious magical materials, weapons and armor from past Demon Kings, and relics far beyond their time...

All sorts of bizarre rumors emerged one after another. Speculations about the treasure house became increasingly exaggerated, even leading to outrageous claims of it being a "weapon that would destroy the world."

Unfortunately, the airtight protection blocked all attempts to investigate. No one could verify the authenticity of the rumors, and even the exact location of the treasure house could not be determined.

All the real insiders were silenced by the banshee's spell and could not reveal any information about the treasure house's collection.

Whenever outsiders asked them about it, they would just shake their heads and keep silent. The "Devil's Treasure House" was still shrouded in thick fog.

......

On an ordinary rainy night, all the staff of the underground base received an urgent task at the same time - "New collections are about to be stored, everyone prepare to go."

The orderly underground base suddenly became bustling with activity. The roar of machinery echoed as a massive lift platform ascended along an inclined track to the surface. The entrance opened, and a torrential downpour of water poured into the base.

The red and yellow warning lights used to indicate the location flashed regularly on the rainy night, just like the brake lights in the eyes of a myopic person with astigmatism, completely blurred.

The large raindrops pattered against the dark green raincoats, making a continuous crackling sound. The Sarkaz workers in charge of loading and unloading the cargo were like dead trees in the wilderness, with their heads bowed and silent.

The dense raindrops suddenly stopped beating down on them, and the Sarkaz workers all looked up. The cold steel and concrete building obscured the night sky and slowly descended onto the lifting platform.

After confirming that the main body of the sarcophagus had successfully entered the underground base, four deep black shadows merged into one and quickly fled towards Kazdel in the distance.

......

"Doctor, the sarcophagus has been retrieved from Ursus. Our engineers are at a loss as to how to operate this complex facility. If you have time, please go over and offer some guidance."

When Roy found the doctor in the lab, Precious was also there. The two were studying a dark green fragment of Originium, their whiteboard and lab notebooks densely covered with writings from a previous civilization.

Mon3tr sat cross-legged on the soft sofa, bored and scrolling through her smart terminal. Friston sat across from her, his metal fingertips tapping rapidly on the keyboard.

Roy's arrival shattered the lab's tranquil atmosphere, and the doctor and Precious paused their discussion. Mon3tr set down his smart terminal, jumped off the sofa, and trotted over. Friston turned his head to look at the newcomer, his fingertips still tapping rapidly.

"Okay, Precious and I will go over and take a look tomorrow." The doctor pushed the protective glasses on his nose and continued to immerse himself in the study of the Originium fragments.

"Mr. Roy, when will Kal'tsit come back? I miss her..." Mon3tr came to Roy, pulled the corner of his clothes with his hands hidden under his sleeves, and asked with anticipation.

Even though the clothes left by Kal'tsit didn't fit her well, Mon3tr still insisted on wearing them and refused Theresa's offer to modify her clothes.

Anyway, Mon3tr seldom goes out, and long clothes don’t affect her image too much, so everyone just lets her be happy.

"It's almost there. Just wait a little longer and he should be back by the weekend. Mon3tr, is there any gift you want? I'll have Kal'tsit bring it back to you from Agor."

"Hmm... I don't know, does Mr. Roy have any suggestions?" Mon3tr frowned, thought hard, and finally threw the decision back to him.

"Hasn't Kal'tsit worn a maid outfit before? Mon3tr, are you interested in trying it? Kal'tsit will wear it too..."

Roy's whisper seemed to have some kind of magic. Mon3tr recalled the scene of Kal'tsit disguised as a maid in his mind and nodded with interest.

"Tsk, nowadays, servants are only good-looking?" Mon3tr remembered this sentence very clearly, because Kal'tsit muttered it in her heart at that time.

"The corpse is talking."

Kal'tsit, who was far away in Agor, suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart, and the furry cat ears on her head trembled.