Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Lateran, the holy city, was as bustling as ever; the people of Lateran knew nothing of quiet or fatigue. During the Universal Conference, the holy city was especially lively and prosperous, as envoys and merchants from various countries arrived in this unique city, guided by messengers from all nations.

A wealthy Colombian businessman, through the active efforts of the messenger from all nations, brought with him a cutting-edge technological product specifically developed for the Sácota people to participate in this international conference.

Led by a messenger from all nations, a wealthy Colombian businessman explored the unique customs of the holy city. His attention was drawn to several Sacota men engrossed in installing something around a pillar by the street. Curious to see what they were doing, the businessman approached to observe.

"Citizens who may be directly affected have been evacuated, and citizens within the secondary impact area have also been confirmed to be aware of the situation. This demolition will be carried out under the supervision of a notary public..."

"Let's begin. Detonate, ready! Three! Two..." Several lively Lateran citizens shouted the countdown in unison, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation.

"Explosion, detonation, what does that mean? In a moving city?" Before the Colombian tycoon could react, the sturdy stone pillar collapsed in his direction with a small explosion.

Sakotas are naturally inclined to deal with firearms and explosions. Their schools not only teach various explosives manufacturing and demolition techniques but also enthusiastically provide practice grounds. It is said that one exceptionally talented student blew up his alma mater seventeen times, making him a truly outstanding graduate.

When the Sakotas were preparing for the blast, they had already calculated the amount of explosives and the tilt direction of the column. The notary office staff also helped to notify and evacuate the surrounding crowd, so there should have been no accident.

However, the more thoroughly prepared something is, the more likely an unexpected event is to occur. A wealthy Colombian businessman, approached out of curiosity, happened to appear in a place where no one should be.

"Oh no, save him quickly!" The notary office staff and the international messenger reacted almost simultaneously, rushing towards the Colombian tycoon who was frozen in fear and unable to move.

An unassuming pale blue spell enveloped the toppling stone pillar, noticeably slowing its descent. A fiery red figure moved with astonishing speed, rescuing the wealthy merchant before the notary and the messenger from all nations could reach him.

"Huff huff huff... This, this is terrible! What happened in Lateran!" The Colombian tycoon, who had escaped death, clutched his chest and gasped for breath. After calming down from the shock, he suddenly remembered that he should ask the name of his savior.

"...Miss Liboli, thank you for saving me. Please tell me your name, and I will thank you in return."

"Her name is the Night Watcher of Glimmer." A blue-haired angel holding two staffs walked slowly over, a slight smile playing on her lips, her tone carrying a hint of teasing.

"..." Li Boli, whose name was the Night Watcher of the Glimmer, fell silent. The Colombian businessman sensed a sense of powerlessness in her expression and was immediately puzzled.

"The Night Watchers of Glimmer...? The Lateran people have such strange names..."

“That’s not my name.” Fiameta repeatedly refused Mostima’s insistence on using her codename, but to no avail. Mostima continued to do as she pleased.

Realizing they had caused trouble, the Sákotas rushed over to check if anyone was injured and offered their sincere apologies to the wealthy businessman. With the patient explanations of several locals, the Colombian businessman, who had traveled a long way, gradually learned about the city's unique character.

Explosions are commonplace here; such things are practically impossible in mobile cities in other countries.

......

"It's quite lively over there. Judging from that person's clothing and behavior, he must be Colombian." In the square not far from the explosion site, the messengers from all over the world, who were receiving delegations from various countries, were drawn to the commotion caused by the explosion and started chatting in twos and threes.

“Yes, Colombia is a young country, and their response to the Universal Conference has been quite positive.” The Universal Messenger in charge of Colombia remarked sincerely, as her job was relatively easy compared to her colleagues.

"What about Sargon's side? I see they've sent quite a few envoys."

“They are certainly very proactive, but unfortunately, each Pasha has a different idea, and it’s not easy to mediate their conflicts. I’m really worried that they’ll start fighting…” The messenger from all nations in charge of the Sargon region was a dark-skinned young man whose face, weathered by the desert and rainforest, was etched with helplessness and exhaustion.

"The Kazimierz Supervisory Council rejected our invitation, but the Commerce Federation did send someone; they seem quite interested in our firearms," ​​the messenger from all nations said casually, arms crossed.

"The situation in Victoria is not good. The Grand Duke, who had originally agreed to come, suddenly changed his plans and sent only a young Earl to attend in his place."

"Victoria's internal situation is quite tense recently, and war could break out at any time. It would not be surprising if they refused the invitation."

"As before, Da Yan declined our invitation. However, they sent many gifts to express their gratitude to His Holiness the Pope. Hmm, very much in line with Da Yan's style."

"By the way, that small snow-covered country of Shelag, whose territory borders northern Victoria, is one of the few countries that took the initiative to send envoys. I wish other countries would do the same."

"Have you forgotten that country? I heard that both Demon Kings will be attending this All-Nation Conference." A name casually mentioned by a messenger from all nations caused silence among the messengers.

Many are not yet ready for Kazdel. What attitude should Sakota take towards this familiar yet unfamiliar country?

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The monastery, situated in the wilderness, lacked a properly maintained underground structure. The deep-sea bishop, Aurus, tossed rotting flesh from a silver box onto the ground; the pungent stench quickly attracted the small animals that inhabited the area.

A frenzied feeding frenzy takes place in a silent underground space, where individuals chew and swallow to satisfy their survival needs.

This is the foundation of all life activities, the most primal instinct of all living things.

To swallow, to absorb, to take in.

They strive to survive.

There is no more legitimate desire in the world.

The crimson mass of flesh stopped writhing, and a monster, recklessly absorbing nutrients to evolve, was born beneath the sacred monastery.

"Go, tear apart everything that can be turned into nourishment, then swallow it down your esophagus and into your abdominal cavity." Aurus reached out his hand to the monster's head, giving his first and final command.

If it weren't for that reckless messenger from all nations constantly pestering him, Aurus wouldn't have wanted to pollute this tranquil monastery; he had more important matters to attend to.