Fangzhou Xier, starting with failing the art exam

Fangzhou Xier, starting with failing the art exam

Author: Ansuo's meal card

Introduction:

Lacey accidentally becomes entangled with a rescue simulator that can generate simulations based on his inner desires.

His desire? Of course, it's to make Sarkaz great again!!

So he came to Letania...

I failed the art college entrance exam!

Lacey: ?

Form a workers' party!

Lacey: ? ?

A speech at the beer hall!

Lacey: ? ? ?

Lacey: Quack!! I'm Lacey, not Lacey!!!

A side note: [Bonus Chapter] The First Terra Peace Games (Part 1)

One year later, in the summer.

Triinttelme's central station is now Letania's busiest hub.

For this city, which has undergone a complete transformation in the past few years, this unprecedented Terra Peace Games is a great opportunity to showcase its new look to the world.

The special train from Kazdel slowly came to a stop.

The train doors opened, and Therese was the first to step onto the platform.

He was dressed in a black military uniform with no elaborate decorations on his shoulder straps, only the insignia of the Kazdel Military Council.

He was followed by W, Hedley, and Ines.

A red carpet was laid out on the platform, and the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs of Letania personally greeted them.

“Welcome, guests of Kazdel.” The deputy minister smiled politely.

Therese nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping over the welcoming crowd and across the city.

So clean.

There was no dust in the air.

In the distance, the outline of the new urban area is neat and uniform, and the steam from the blast furnaces soars into the sky.

Compared to Kazdel, it's like the difference between heaven and hell.

"It's really... blinding," W muttered under his breath, chewing on his candy.

She looked at the Imperial Guards maintaining order on the platform—all veterans, spirited and well-equipped.

“Let’s go,” Hedley urged, hoisting his greatsword.

They boarded the arranged Leitanian National Land Vehicle.

Throughout the journey, W's eyes never left the window.

“Hey, Hedley, look over there.” W pointed to a construction site on the side of the road.

The workers, dressed in matching blue work clothes, operated the excavators.

excavator!

Hedley couldn't help but take a second look.

The convoy drove past the former site of Cinder Lane, now known as the "Anton Muller Model Community".

A line of primary school students walked by in their uniforms, led by their teacher, with carefree smiles on their faces.

On the other side of the street, a brand-new apartment building was undergoing final finishing touches. Several workers sat on the scaffolding, resting, drinking water, and chatting and laughing.

“They don’t even discriminate against people who are infected,” Ines told Hedley.

“I could feel it; those infected were just as confident as ordinary people.”

It lacks the gray emotions of despair, hatred, and numbness found in Kazdel.

What she felt was the heartfelt pride of the honor guards on the platform, the expectation on the faces of the hurried citizens in the distance, and a vibrant, hopeful, and uplifting spirit.

Hedley remained silent.

At this age, the children of Kazdel don't learn to read and write, but rather how to find food in the ruins, how to distinguish the sounds of different explosives, and how to survive in areas where infection has spread.

The workers of Kazdel, if they can still be called workers, built only more graves and stronger fortifications.

He had previously witnessed Lacey's rise to power.

At the time, he only thought his employer was shrewd, but he never expected that Letania would change so drastically in just a few years.

“That emperor is more terrifying than the Twin Queens, more terrifying than the Witch King,” Theresis suddenly said.

"Because he gave them hope?" Hadley asked.

“A bunch of brainwashed idiots,” W muttered under her breath, but even she herself didn’t find the statement convincing.

The convoy arrived at the Peace Village, which was built specifically for delegations from various countries. The buildings, each with its own unique style, are situated on the shore of an artificial lake, creating a beautiful landscape.

At this moment, they were standing at the registration point at the entrance of Heping Village.

The delegation from Victoria was registering, and the young officers, dressed in crisp uniforms, gave them a haughty glance.

"What are you looking at?" W immediately glared back, reaching for the pull ring at his waist.

"Calm down," Ines whispered, her hand subtly resting on W's wrist.

W impatiently shook off her hand, but ultimately said nothing more.

……

The Sarkaz delegation's accommodation was a black Gothic-style building, which suited their aesthetic preferences.

The facilities in the room were an eye-opener for W.

She studied the automatic flushing toilet for a long time, and then played with the shower head that dispensed hot water as soon as it was turned on.

Finally, she discovered that a switch on the wall could control the brightness of the lights in the entire room, and she was immediately amazed.

"Hedley! Hedley, come quick! Is this Originium Arts? It's amazing!" W exclaimed as if he had discovered a new continent.

Hedley covered his face.

He felt that W had completely disgraced the Sarkaz race over thousands of years in just half an hour.

Ines stood quietly on the balcony, gazing at the distant city skyline.

The Twin Towers pierce the sky like swords, and the red flags atop them flutter in the setting sun.

The factory's chimneys were billowing thick, grayish-white smoke.

Countless lights are lighting up one after another, adorning the entire city.

“Don’t you think… it’s too bright here?” Ines said softly.

Hedley walked over to her and followed her gaze.

He understood what she meant.

The Sarkaz are a race accustomed to darkness, living in ruins and shadows.

The city, however, was so bright that there was not a single shadow, as if it wanted to expose everything to the sunlight.

“This light… feels unreal,” Hedley replied in a low voice.

"No, it makes people jealous."

A voice came from behind them; Theresis had somehow appeared on the balcony as well.

His face was expressionless, but his deep eyes held a complex mix of emotions that Hadley had never seen before.

“Remember everything you are seeing now, Hedley.”

"Remember this city, remember its people, remember their factories, schools, and lives."

"Because all of this should have originally belonged to the Sarkaz."

"That emperor named Lacey built a homeland that we have always dreamed of but never had in just three years."

"And what about us?"

"We Sarkaz have struggled on this land for thousands of years, only to be met with endless war, wandering and death."

Therese slowly clenched her fist on the railing.

“He showed us not only his achievements, but also a possibility.”

"A future that Kazdel can also have."

Therese's gaze pierced through the night, as if she could see that figure atop the Twin Towers.

“We need to learn from him, learn how he ignited the flame, learn how he… transformed a group of worms in the mud into a group of upright people.”

"Then, I will take this flame back to Kazdel."

Hearing these words, Hadley and Ines felt a chill run down their spines.

For the first time, they sensed in this leader an emotion entirely different from ambition for personal power.

That was a grand ambition for the fate of the entire race.

Princess Theresa is like that, and so is the princess before us.

In the distance, the lights of the main stadium for the Games suddenly came on, beams of light shooting straight into the night sky, as if announcing to all of Terra.

W finally got tired of the new gadgets in the room. She went to the balcony, looked at the dazzling lights, and pouted:

"Tch, making such a big fuss, is the opening ceremony tomorrow? I really hope the competition will be interesting."

Hedley ignored her ramblings; his heart was in turmoil because of Therese's words.

He looked at the brightly lit city again, and for the first time, a thought arose in his mind that even he himself found absurd.

Perhaps peace... isn't such a distant concept after all.

……

……

A side note: [Bonus Chapter] The First Terra Peace Games (Part Two)

That evening, the state banquet hall was brightly lit and filled with elegantly dressed people.

The welcome banquet on the eve of the first Terra Peace Games brought together political figures from almost all the major powers on the Terra continent.

The Duke of Wellington, one of the most powerful Grand Dukes in Victoria, was a legendary figure who truly emerged from a sea of ​​corpses.

The battle-hardened duke was dressed in a crisp military uniform, his chest adorned with medals.

Holding a glass of red wine, he had a serious expression and was talking quietly with several Victorian nobles, his gaze occasionally sweeping across the hall.

In his view, this so-called "Peace Games" was nothing more than a stage for the young emperor to show off his military power.

The steel monsters seen at the achievement exhibition were an open provocation against Victorian hegemony.

Not far away, Charne, president of the Casimir Business Association, was holding a wine glass, weaving through the crowd, chatting and laughing with businessmen from various countries.

He has already begun planning his next big deal for the companies under the business federation.

He wasn't interested in politics or military affairs; he only saw business opportunities.

Letania's infrastructure plans, sports industry, civilian technology licensing...

To him, all of this was just glittering gold coins.

The one who came from Ursus was Grand Duke Vania. He was rather taciturn and stood alone in a corner, observing everything with a cold eye.

The Ursus Empire has just undergone a dramatic internal upheaval, and the new emperor, Fyodor, is struggling to clean up the mess left by his predecessor.

The Ursus leadership had a complex attitude toward Letania, their rapidly rising neighbor: they wanted to take advantage of Letania while it was still unstable, but they were also wary of its astonishing mobilization capabilities.