Capítulo 100: 100
Chapter 241 Extra Chapter (II) In
the 123rd year of the Haiyuan calendar of the Civilization Fire Empire, you were born. You were one of the millions of newborns born in the 123rd year of the Haiyuan calendar.
You are neither a noble sea tribe from the Land of the First Born, nor a lower-class citizen from the Shadow Autonomous Region. You were simply born into an ordinary Laza family.
Like many families, your father is a worker at a grain production base, and your mother does jobs like cleaning.
Your parents' salary isn't enough to make your family rich, but it's also enough to keep you from starving or freezing.
It can be said that there are hundreds of millions of such families in Laza Province, and you are just an ordinary one among them.
Perhaps because you are young, you are full of energy and curiosity. Besides learning to read, you like to listen to missionary sermons at Poseidon.
The ancient myths and legends of legendary heroes will keep you listening with rapt attention.
The legendary Queen Elizabeth, the Giantsbane Tormund, the Forest Spider Casa, the legendary Baroness Lyanna, the Slave Prime Minister Newgate and so on.
The stories of legendary heroes will impress you, and the legends that existed when the first Poseidon conquered the world will fill you with imagination.
But every time you have a million questions, the missionary will pick up his cane and threaten to beat you.
The old missionary's name is Martin. His most common answer is: Don't ask, but do. Don't ask what the merciful Sea King can give you, but ask what you can do for the Sea King! As
a young child, you have argued about this topic many times, but the response you got was always a smile.
As the days go by, you grow up gradually, and the wheat fields where you could run freely no longer allow you to trample on them.
The heavy work at the grain-producing base has caused your father's health to deteriorate. This is not a disease, but his body is really not in good condition after decades of hard work day after day.
For a middle-aged man, working 12 hours a day is very tiring, which made your father's back gradually bent.
Fortunately, your father's foreman was a good man, a good guy in the standard sense. He changed your father from a heavy-duty porter to a position with lighter physical labor.
For this, your family only paid two kilograms of fresh beef and a box of fresh apples. You vaguely feel that this job change should have successfully saved your father's life, but low-effort work is bound to lead to a decrease in income.
Coupled with the money you owed from the pharmacy for the medicines your mother bought, the 15-year-old you felt it was time for you to contribute to the family.
Although there are often stories about some people who made a fortune and entered the life of the Newborn Land in that more chaotic shadow autonomous region, that chaotic place is far away from you.
Or maybe you think that apart from deadbeats, gangsters, evil sorcerers and pagans, no one would take the initiative to go to that place full of filth and sin, or maybe you think that even if your father loses his job, there are still jobs in Laza Province that can provide your family with a minimum of food and clothing.
From this day on, you will put on your work clothes every day, go to the grain production base and do your best to contribute to your family.
The heavy physical labor and mediocre pay every day will gradually numb your nerves.
But you are smart and always use the excuse of helping the base deal with waste to collect some useful things and sell them to the Shadow Autonomous Region to supplement your family income.
In fact, many workers are doing this, but they are just very sensible.
After all, this is more or less an illegal transaction.
There were several times when you got some things left behind by officials in the villa area, and you, the workers and the foreman, secretly sold them on the black market for a lot of money.
Even the money allowed you to pay off part of your mother's debt, which made you very happy.
Life is heavy, but every time you think of your family, you, at such a young age, can always calm down and continue to endure the suffering.
Your eighteenth birthday soon arrived, but this did not mean any change in your life, as your father's health did not improve at all.
But now, your family has a new member, and you are very happy about the arrival of your younger brother.
You have even imagined yourself sneaking to the deserted watchtower with your brother at night, hoping that the evening breeze will dispel the thin mist and take you to see the luxurious villa of the noble official, but more importantly, there is one more person to support at home.
You are very popular among your coworkers and foremen because you are a good person. It can be said that your brother's growth is inseparable from the various helps from your coworkers and foremen. The migrant workers are always so honest and simple and are willing to help their brothers.
But the heavy pressure still puts your family finances on the brink of collapse, and your father's health is completely unable to return to a job doing heavy physical labor.
And ever since her serious illness, your mother has been able to earn a meager income by doing needlework and mending.
It's not that you haven't thought about falling in love when you were 18, you also have someone you love.
The girl who is one year younger than you is the daughter of the base commander Tom's relative. You two love each other deeply. The girl likes your enthusiasm when you work, and you also love the girl's gentle smile in the sun.
But you tacitly agreed not to establish any relationship, and you don't know the girl's specific background.
You think that even if she is the daughter of the base commander, Master Tom, you can still fight for her and you have the ability to make Master Tom look up to you.
But in the end, you find out that you were extremely wrong.
By chance, you saw the girl's ID card. It was the ID card of the First Land. In the empire, the class of each region was different.
But Master Tom does not have the strength to enter the Land of the First Born.
You can only pretend you didn't see it, try your best to show the best version of yourself in front of the girl, and patiently maintain that vague distance.
Of course, no matter how deeply young people hide their feelings, they cannot escape the sharp eyes of an old fox.
One day, you were called into the office by Master Tom. The office was not luxurious, but it was also not comparable to the wooden house in your house.
Master Tom is not a bad person. In other words, Master Tom is considered a good person among tens of thousands of grain-producing bases. Master Tom is very good to his workers.
He is a dignified and kind fat master who can tolerate disrespect from others but at the same time has high demands on himself.
Master Tom did not use any subtle or implied threats to you, but said to you directly: "Caesar, if you don't want you and your family to appear on the blacklist of those officials, let go before you are discovered."
You know the horror stories about the blacklist, but you used silence to show the stubbornness that a young person should have.
This was what Master Tom expected. He patted your shoulder and said, "I will pick a suitable position for you. I have seen your efforts in the past few years. The Wilson children are good guys after all. You will be assigned to the checkpoint at the gate of the base. That job can solve your family's livelihood problems now."
Yes, this is the ordinary life of an imperial citizen. You don't understand why you work so hard and strive so hard, but still end up like this.
You have no idea what you should do to be better, nor do you know how to break the current class.
That night you cheered yourself up and accompanied your Avril to the abandoned tower.
Yes, you were unwilling to accept this result. The breeze that night was cool and blew away the light mist.
You mustered up the courage to confess.
But Avril didn't say anything, she just kept covering her face and crying. Behind her was the magnificent villa area, and further behind was the brightly lit Temple of Poseidon that could be seen everywhere.
At this moment, the soft light is so bright that you can't open your eyes.
It's impossible for you. How much you wish Avril was the child of Tom's relative, so that even if the hope is extremely slim, you can still have a glimmer of chance.
But, she is the daughter of a Fire of Civilization sergeant.
To be honest, a few hours ago you didn't think this identity was that valuable. After all, you had seen non-commissioned officers of the Provincial Defense Force several times.
However, in response to your repeated inquiries, Mr. Tom patiently explained to you the difference between the two.
In short, he explained in an almost blasphemous way, the provincial defense forces were just watchdogs.
The Fire of Civilization is the most sacred army in your Majesty's hands. They expand the territory for your Majesty the Sea Emperor. More importantly, even if they are just a non-commissioned officer, they can almost be considered hereditary.
They are the sharp blades in the hands of the Sea King, and you are just a burden to the Sea King.
There is a world of difference between the two of you.
After that day, you broke all your fantasies and came to the freight station of the grain-producing base to start a new job. You found Master Tom again and hoped that he would not tell Avril where you were going.
Master Tom agreed. In fact, in Master Tom's eyes, you are a very capable child. Master Tom noticed you very early and hopes to train you to be the foreman of the base.
But if it weren't for Avril's incident, Master Tom might have continued to observe you for a few more years.
But you just agreed to some instructions with gibberish, and then came to the gate of the base to take up your post.
The grain-producing base is a very large peripheral area of a city. Each main production base is divided into countless small sub-bases, just like the large manors of noble lords that only existed in textbooks more than a hundred years ago.
Although you are not well educated, you can write and do math. In the main base at 2-0-23 Laza Province Center, you are responsible for counting every box of goods to see if there are any omissions.
Your family also moved here, and you often looked out at the villa area in the distance from the magnificent gate of the main base, as if at that moment you had become a serf in the lord's manor more than a hundred years ago.
You accepted your fate. You knew Avril must have inquired about your whereabouts, but that didn't matter. You had to admit that you were a low-level trash and indulging in their relationship would only hurt both of them.
Day after day, you gradually become a smart and capable young man and a reliable assistant in the eyes of the webmaster, and you have imagined your future countless times.
But in your pitiful small worldview, the best future you can imagine is that your younger brother can grow up steadily and have the opportunity to become a missionary or a believer of the state religion, or that your parents will no longer be tormented by illness.
You are pretty sure you will develop all sorts of fatigue-related ailments by the time you are in your fifties.
And when you are in your sixties, you will owe money for medical bills.
Eventually parts of your limbs will be replaced with prosthetics to improve your work efficiency and pay off your debt.
You will pay off most of the debt before you die, and your son will continue to help you repay the remaining small amount.
This happened to your father, and it is the unchangeable fate that will happen to you too.
This is very distressing, even though fellow workers often advise you that local workers have been living this way for generations, and even had a harder life decades ago.
They think that instead of guessing all day long, you should pray to Poseidon that your brother can join the Poseidon State Religion and become a missionary respected by everyone.
By chance, you met the old missionary Martin again, and this time you asked him the same question from childhood, "Have you ever made any contribution to the Sea King?"
Martin did not just smile and say nothing this time. He felt that you had grown up, so he told you: You are nothing but a burden to His Majesty, and most of you are like this.
After saying that, Martin stopped discussing the matter. You were very confused. You worked harder than anyone else, even 14 hours a day. You suffered more than anyone else. You tried hard to be admired by your co-workers. You almost single-handedly carried the burden of the family. You couldn't understand why you would be a burden to the God-Emperor.
Until this day, you received a strange job. The freight station was temporarily closed today.
The supervisor of the freight station ordered you to clean the base gate, which was hardly cleaned, and this job came with extra subsidies. You didn't ask any questions, but just started cleaning silently with the other workers.
But you soon discover that this job is not easy. The gate of the base has been closed and has been polished to a shiny finish.
At this time, the base's law enforcement officers found you and said that their superiors wanted everything to be spotless before nine o'clock tomorrow morning.
Spotless?
There's windblown wheat husks everywhere, or all sorts of garbage, and you try to argue this jokey request with the law enforcement officers.
But soon a beautifully dressed woman came over and threw a handful of money in front of you, saying that someone would clean up the garbage and she wanted to see spotless streets until nine o'clock tomorrow.
You took the money the woman threw at you, and being smart, you quickly thought of a solution. You found the water management department and expressed your desire to use the water for irrigating the wheat fields. As expected, you were rejected.
But after you explain the purpose, the water management department immediately tells you that you can use as much as you want, and that's how you use water to flush the streets every hour.
At this point, you feel that something big must have happened at the base. The work of washing the streets keeps you busy all night, and at six o'clock the next day, both sides of the road are already crowded with pedestrians.
You heard the world, Ults, from the noisy words, and heard whose child had returned, which made you confused.
Has the provincial defense force gone out to suppress bandits recently? You, who work at the gate of the base, know very well that no defense force has gone out in the past few months.
But your job does not allow for distraction. At 7:30, after you have washed the streets for the last time, you will be driven to the city wall on the side of the base gate under the guidance of law enforcers.
To be honest, although you may feel a little insulted to be driven here, you have to say that the view here is clearer and it is also a good place to enjoy the ceremony.
Soon, something surprising happened. You saw the governor's car of Laza Province appear. It was a luxurious car.
Behind the senior official were the heads of the grain-producing bases in each district and an endless guard of honor.
Soon, the shock from the air made you speechless. You saw a huge blue dragon flapping its wings in the distance, with countless escort boats following on both sides of it.
Looking at your law enforcers, he said, that is the Statue of Liberty gunboat called the Fire of Civilization, and that is the troop transport boat called the Sky Garden. Countless names you have never heard of appear in your world.
This is the first time you see the Fire Legion of Civilization. In your understanding, they are different from the Provincial Defense Force. They are the Emperor's sharp blade.
While you were stunned, the troop transports completed their landing, the giant blue dragon let out a deafening roar, and a figure who looked like a commander walked down step by step from the dragon's back.
Fifty years ago, the dragon was no longer the strongest force in the sky, but it was a symbol of status!
You stretched your head hard, and you didn't know what you were expecting to see, but there was an inexplicable feeling and power that inspired you to try hard to see these.
Soon, solemn bells rang around the base. At the same time, the gate of the base remained closed, and the fires of civilization were arranged into neat formations under the command of the commander.
The law enforcer smoked the good cigarette you handed him and explained everything about the Fire of Civilization Legion in a disjointed manner, while you stared at the gate intently.
You want to see what the Fire Legion of Civilization is, and what makes the difference between you and Avril Lavigne.
Soon, the gate of the base opened, and accompanied by ancient and sacred songs, the fire of civilization slowly moved forward.
Just as Old Martin said, the fire of civilization is the sharp blade of the Sea King, and the synchronized steps of tens of thousands of people hammered into the central main base one hammer at a time, accompanied by the ancient melody.
You know that these Fire of Civilization Legions are the children of farmers, merchants, and workers in the Raza Province, but you never thought that these people who were born in the same place as you would be welcomed with so much cheers.
The provincial general raised his head and gave an impassioned speech on the big screen about the results of the fire of civilization fighting against heretics and aliens on a continent you had never seen before. Every victory inspired the entire base, and every footstep made countless autumn leaves fall.
Some people knelt down for this sacred army, some people cheered for it, and some people went crazy for it.
Those missionaries who you saw had to take off their hats and salute were shouting loudly to make way for the children of these workers. You even felt that in their eyes, it was a supreme honor to be able to bless the army of the King of the Sea.
You saw a provincial governor being polite to a colonel of the Fire of Civilization Legion, and you also saw a provincial general trembling in fear before the leader of the Fire of Civilization Legion.
The former is a district chief in charge of hundreds of thousands of people, while the latter is only a legion commander with only a few thousand people under him.
They have fewer men under their command than Master Tom, and Master Tom has to be polite and smile and offer bribes to even an inspector from the provincial capital.
You suddenly feel that maybe this is the army of the Sea King. You feel that your spirit, which has been crushed by life, suddenly has something different, as if for the first time you know that you can become something else.
The ceremony was over, and in the following month you thought a lot and asked many people, but in the end you returned to your original base.
In the afternoon you met Master Tom.
I want to join the Fire of Civilization Legion, how should I do it?
I have to say that Master Tom is a standard and qualified old gentleman, but your question still makes the fat on Master Tom's face tremble.
After the silence, Master Tom asked you a lot of questions, whether Avril was enough for you to pay so much, and how did your parents arrange it?
Most of the soldiers of the Fire of Civilization found it difficult to return to their homeland.
Master Tom slapped you seriously in the face as you stumbled over your answer. To the old gentleman, what you said was unrealistic and irresponsible.
As a base manager, Master Tom is not like those scabs who drink human blood and eat human flesh. Master Tom has strict requirements on workers and controls production quality.
But outside of work, Master Tom always knows which family is in trouble or has difficulty making ends meet, and he will provide some help within his ability.
This makes the workers admire Master Tom, and so do you.
In the eyes of Master Tom, your act of joining the fire of civilization at the touch of your lips is undoubtedly a blasphemy against the King of the Sea and a contempt for responsibility.
You, calm down.
Master Tom is right, but that doesn't mean you give up on your goals.
You begin to train yourself consciously. Being a worker's child gives you a good physique, but this is far from enough. You need to train your combat skills.
At first you were just having boxing exhibition matches in the tavern. At first you were beaten badly, but gradually your winning rate became higher and higher.
But the exhibition match in the pub is not an underground boxing match. You start to take the initiative to help the security guards of the freight station deal with the thieves.
You start working so hard that you are soon promoted to foreman and are now able to support your family and save some money at the same time.
You used the money you saved to buy a pistol from the black market, and whenever you had time, you would go to the Dothraki steppes to train.
These are very tiring, but every time you want to give up, you will tell yourself that you don't want to continue living in the wheat fields, don't want to eat those tasteless foods, don't want to breathe the dusty air, and don't want to retreat from love because of your identity.
You really don't want to be a burden to His Majesty!
Soon, you are 22 years old. With your current physique, you can easily knock down four or five people of your same age, and your marksmanship is far superior to that of ordinary people.
You have never told your parents these things, and you have never talked about your dreams, but your parents seem to know something, but they just don't say much.
And on this day, the Sea King favors you.
On this day, you were walking on the street as usual. After your daily running training, you liked to take a look at the scenery inside the base.
But there was a small accident during this walk.
There was an explosion in a restaurant on the street, and the explosion can be said to have completely stunned you.
Although the security in the province of Laza is not very good, you are sure that even those Dothraki barbarians would never dare to play with explosives such as wildfire in the base.
Soon you confirmed your suspicions that the fire of civilization was besieging the building, led by the very leader you had seen at the ceremony a few years ago.
You vaguely know that when the Fire of Civilization returned, it did not leave immediately, but split into two groups, one in the city and the other scattered in the major bases.
The Fire of Civilization belongs to the direct legion of the Sea Emperor. You have also seen some officers on leave in the tavern. Among them are not only Lazar people, but also people from other provinces.
You pulled out your pistol and crawled on the ground. The sudden danger made it almost impossible for you to think.
Faintly you heard the Fire of Civilization soldiers mention words like cult and heresy during their conversations, and you realized that there was an evil sorcerer causing trouble, which made your hair stand on end.
Bullets are flying over your head, and you can clearly see a group of people in strange clothes, holding weapons like dung forks, and with blue lips constantly attacking the defense line of the Fire of Civilization in the building.
You can clearly see some signs of mutation on this group of people, mutants!
My God, these mutants transformed by witchcraft and sorcery only appear in old grandmothers' stories.
It's the kind of scary creature that could wake you up as a child.
In a flash, you saw the leader. The leader looked very old in your eyes, but he wielded his sword smoothly, chopping off several cultists in an instant. This shocked you. Is this the fighting power blessed by the deep-sea disc?
The soldiers behind the leader were also calm and composed, constantly narrowing the encirclement.
At this moment, the explosion sounded again, the old leader was blown away, and the smoke and dust filled the air again.
In the smoke and dust, you vaguely saw the manhole cover shaking a few times.
You feel that this is not an illusion, and you shout loudly to the soldiers, but there are gunshots and smoke and dust, and no one hears your warning.
A pair of hands covered with black spots stretched out from the manhole cover. You were sure that you were not mistaken this time. Without time to think, you rushed over and emptied the magazine into the gap in the manhole cover.
But another manhole cover in the smoke and dust was still opened. In the smoke and dust, a tall figure holding a machete walked towards the leader step by step.
Without having time to think, you rushed to the two-meter-tall cultist and wrestled with him.
Apparently, your pistol only has one clip, so you have no choice but to fight with the knife you carry with you.
You soon regretted it. With your current strength, you could easily beat several co-workers, but facing this psychopathic cultist who was a head taller and wider than you was like France facing Germany. You were beaten by this big guy and felt like you were floating in the wind.
The cult lunatic is too strong and seems to be unaffected by pain, so you can only barely hold this thing back.
You were beaten black and blue by him, but fortunately this guy was in a hurry to attack from the rear and the leader who had no chance here did not kill you, which gave you an opportunity.
You deliberately exposed your weakness, pretending to be knocked unconscious by this big guy's punch, and then lying straight on the ground.
As you expected, this two-meter-tall psychopath did not attack you again. You seized the opportunity and jumped up regardless of the pain in your body, jumped onto the back of this big guy, and stabbed his eye sockets with the dagger in your hand.
The big guy felt the pain and grabbed your arm and threw you forward. You fell to the ground and felt like all the bones in your body were broken.
Fortunately, this cultist did not last more than a few seconds and soon stopped moving.
After the smoke cleared, the soldiers who were setting up defenses on the other side of the street spotted you. After finishing off the corpse you created, they immediately dragged you to a corner and returned to their leader to point fingers at you.
Soon, a person who looked like a physiotherapist performed emergency treatment on your wound. Not long after, you saw the old leader striding towards you with a frosty expression on his face. He looked at you carefully and then left.
The soldiers around you will wait until the law enforcers arrive and make sure that you are under control before leaving.
You were a little disappointed that the law enforcers sent you back home, but you still thought you had other chances and were surprised at how effective the spray used by the medic was.
Your heroic deeds soon spread throughout the freight station, and this time even Master Tom couldn't stop the spread of the news, which led Avril to find you.
After several years, you are no longer the naive boy you were before. You have been beaten by society for so long, but you are still brave. The youthful vigor in your heart has not turned into motivation. You explained your plan to Avril, but the response you got was still crying.
Only then did you realize that Avril, as the daughter of a family of officers of the Fire of Civilization, might have lived a life of luxury.
But her parents haven't come back for more than ten years. All she can do is pray to the sea god every day, pray, and pray again.
I pray that I will not receive any notification from the Central Expeditionary Military Academy, and that it will be my grandfather with missing limbs who opens the door every day, rather than the leaders of the academy.
You hugged Avril and fell into silence, and in fact your expectations were not disappointed.
The leader remembered you, and as your injuries were completely healed, you got a place in the expeditionary force.
That day, you said goodbye to your parents, left a long letter to Avril, and got on the Raton troop carrier.
Three days later, you arrived at the expeditionary recruit camp in Shadow Land. Shadow Land was a chaotic place, and the Empire had only built provinces on the periphery.
Unlike ordinary expeditionary forces, your regiment is trained completely according to the template of Fire of Civilization. It does not have any unnecessary tasks. Here, in addition to the high-intensity training tasks, you just pick up rifles and fight the Shadow Land gangs and monsters in the depths day after day.
This so-called training is deadly. During the two years of training, you have wiped out gangs and suppressed riots countless times. You have also entered the slums of the Shadow Province several times to clean up those heretics and cultists who once only existed in urban legends in your eyes.
As one of the most elite regiments, you are well aware that the day is not far away when you will become part of His Majesty's army.
You will no longer be a burden to the sea king, but his sacred warrior, and you will be far away from the scorching sun and the endless sun.
No one told you when you would become a soldier of the Legion of Fire of Civilization, but you all knew that the time was not far away.
"Starting today, the 101st Regiment will serve as backup. In 15 days, you will officially go to the Ultes continent."
On that day, you changed your clothes. You put on excellent and decent military uniforms, on which was a mark of the fire of civilization shining brightly.
A brand new rifle and bayonet, a few pairs of excellent boots, it can be said that everything you are wearing is enough to buy your life on the black market.
You are the elite in your regiment, and even your exoskeleton armor is two levels stronger than others. Almost everyone believes that if nothing unexpected happens, your appointment will come soon, and you will become a new sergeant of the Fire of Civilization.
For the first time, you learned that the Fire of Civilization had military pay, and the military pay provided by the Empire was enough for you to eat in the best restaurants in the Laza Province for several days and nights.
Some time before leaving Essos, almost everyone was partying, including you. You returned home and your parents hugged you with tears in their eyes.
They felt awkward about you becoming a sergeant of the Fire of Civilization. Your father felt it was the greatest honor for your family, but your mother was worried that she would never see you again.
Master Tom also saw you, and this time the old gentleman was very respectful to you.
You are the warrior of the Sea King, you are His Majesty's sharp sword.
Master Tom was still serious. He carefully asked about your arrangements for the family and said that he would take care of everything and you just need to go forward with confidence.
It can be said that you, wearing the Fire of Civilization gear, have become the glory of your entire neighborhood.
It can be said that there are hundreds of millions of newborns in this base every year, and you are the best ones.
You see Avril again, yes, in the Land of the First Born.
The First Land did have identity recognition, but that didn't mean they could stop a Sea King warrior.
You visited the elders of Avril's family for the first time and expressed your feelings to them.
You are very sure that if it were before, you would have been beaten to death, but now, Avril's grandfather received you very solemnly.
Five years, this is the requirement of Avril's family, serve in the fire of civilization for five years and come back alive.
The seemingly simple requirement is actually extremely difficult. Many Fire of Civilization sergeants find it difficult to return to their hometowns. It is not because they died in a foreign land, but because some monster tribes that are difficult to kill completely force them to hold on for decades.
No one cares about the big-headed sergeant, but it's different for the officers. You know that this is a test from Avril's grandfather, and you also know that this is a slim hope for your future from a veteran of the Fire of Civilization.
You have spent the last three days with Avril by your side, and today you will become a warrior of the Sea King.
Just like many years ago, the melodious ancient hymns are once again sung on the street at the main entrance of the base, but this time, you are no longer envious.
You are among them!
When the sun's rays once again shone on the land of the Laza Plain, the roaring storm of the dragon dispersed the fog that filled the sky above the main gate, the bells of the base's cathedral rang for you, countless flowers were thrown at your side, and the crowds filled the streets to pray for you.
From today on, you are warriors of the Sea King.
As the door slowly opens, you are greeted by your leader, an old man with gray hair.
"101st Expedition Group, from today on, you are no longer a burden to the Sea Emperor. You are the Sea Emperor's sharp blade and the empire's heavy hammer!"
"After careful calculations, the probability of you completely conquering Urtes for His Majesty is pitifully small, and the benefits you can bring are also negligible, but every drop of blood you shed will make the lives of your loved ones better, even if this slight improvement is imperceptible. With the approval of the Imperial Military Affairs Department, from today on, you will be the warriors of the Sea King, and you will join the fire of civilization!"
You vaguely saw Avril crying in the crowd, and you felt that what the leader said might be right, even if only a little bit.
Just as the leader said, you have become the sharp blade of the Sea King. Even if this blade is not sharp now, as long as it can withstand continuous polishing, sooner or later it will be able to cut through iron like mud.
You don't know how many monsters are waiting for you in the continent of Ultes, but you are not cowardly at all, or rather, you are ecstatic.
Because you are no longer a termite crawling on the empire, nor are you the scum at the bottom of the empire.
Even if there are thousands of people like you in Urtes, you are incomparably sacred at this moment!
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