Fangzhou Xier, starting with failing the art exam

However, in the decades after the war, Kazdel did not get any better; people were still just as hungry and poorly clothed as before.

No matter how they tried to figure things out or how they developed their methods, they couldn't change Kazdel.

Lacey then considered leaving.

It's not about giving up on yourself.

Instead, they wanted to learn from the experiences of other countries and adopt their superior techniques to defeat Kazdel.

Now, after decades of travel, he has returned.

But Kazdel remained largely unchanged when he left; those who couldn't afford to eat still couldn't afford to eat, and those who were homeless still were homeless.

So, Theresa, Theresis... what exactly are you guys doing...?

"I do not know."

Although Lacey had recalled his memories of his past life, he was still very confused.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary office worker who spent his free time watching short videos and reading novels, and never paid attention to politics or history.

Clearly, the knowledge gained during compulsory education is insufficient to save Kazdel.

“Come to the Military Council, Lacey.” Therese extended an olive branch, hoping that his friend could join him again, just as they had done over a hundred years ago, and continue to fight side by side.

Lacey glanced at him, but didn't answer. Instead, she asked, "Where's Theresa? What's she doing now?"

When asked about his sister, Therese fell silent for a moment, but he did answer his friend: "She founded an organization called 'Tower of Babel,' dedicated to reforming medical education."

"The results... are not bad."

Lacey fell silent after hearing these words.

He understood why Therese had been silent.

Medical education...

As a time traveler who once lived in modern society, he certainly knew the importance of medical education for a country.

However, for Kazdel now, other problems are more pressing.

Agriculture, industry, economy...

Even the life and death of the nation.

When a country's very survival is in question, considering other issues becomes putting the cart before the horse.

Lacey shook her head, tossed the bottle aside, and said, "I will not join the Military Council."

“You mean…” Theresis narrowed her eyes.

"I will not join the Tower of Babel."

"Huh? Then what about you?" Theresis was a little confused.

"I will do it my own way..." Lacey didn't finish his sentence. He looked at his friend, his eyes seeming to burn with fire.

Despite awakening his past life memories and undergoing some changes in personality, he has lived as a Sarkaz for over three hundred years since arriving in Terra, and some ideas have become deeply ingrained—to make the Sarkaz great again!

During his years of traveling around, he thought a lot about the future of the Sarkaz and where they should go from here.

After awakening his memories, he has been thinking about whether there are any lessons to be learned from the countries and histories of his past life.

But he still couldn't think of a way out.

Kazdel was worse than any country he had ever seen in his previous life.

It's rotten to the core.

Since that's the case, why not...

Therese did not continue to persuade him. He patted his friend on the shoulder, got up, and left the camp.

Before leaving, he said, "If you need any help, remember to come find me."

Lacey watched Therese's departing figure without responding.

Just then, a strange voice suddenly came to his mind.

Your rescue simulator has finished loading. Please check the system panel for details. Reply TD to unsubscribe.

Who is coming?

【I'm so sorry, meow! Due to a factory defect, the system took a little time to repair...】

A little time...

It's clearly three hundred years! A full three hundred years!

Do you know how I've spent the last three hundred years?

Lacey looked up at the sky, speechless and choked with emotion.

I'm sorry...

[But, but! With System Meow around, the host can finally show off their skills!]

"..."

Enough, enough, let's not dwell on the past.

"Tell me, what do you do?"

[I am a savior simulator system! Dedicated to helping my host find the true answers in various simulated worlds! Saving everything you wish to save!]

[Furthermore, the host can receive various rewards after completing the simulation!]

"Save the simulator system..."

"It's not going to be about rescuing a girl and getting into some kind of romance, is it?" Lacey asked somewhat warily.

No, that's not true!

[The simulation is based on the host's desires; as long as the host isn't thinking about romance, the romance simulation won't occur!]

Upon hearing this, Lacey stopped asking questions.

He is thinking.

He wanted to save Kazdel and his people, but with his current strength, he was indeed unable to achieve his goal.

and so……

"Open the panel."

Okay~

[Host: Lacey]

Location: Kazdel

[Race: Sarkaz]

Current Identity: One of the Seven Heroes of Sarkaz

[Inherent term: Racist - Perhaps you have been a Sarkaz for far longer than you have been a human, and everything you do is for the benefit of your race. You want to make the Sarkaz great again; you can unite the Sarkaz relatively easily.]

Demonic Ascension—You possess powerful demonic energy within you.

Lacey glanced at the system panel, and it was basically in line with his understanding.

As for the entry about that racist...

When you're a human, you think of others; when you're a Sarkaz, you naturally think of the Sarkaz.

That's what Lacey thinks.

"In that case, let's begin the simulation."

【Received, meow!】

Loading current simulation information for you...

[Current Simulated Race: Caprini]

[Simulation Location: Letania]

[Simulated Family Background: A Well-Off Family]

Please choose three cards from the following five as your initial entries.

The first card is gray.

A life of hardship (gray): A life spent in misery, struggling to succeed in whatever one does.

Lacey's eye twitched, and she looked away without hesitation.

Choosing this means you don't want to die sooner...

The second card is pure black.

【I am Train King (Black): You are the team's nemesis. The probability of failure during team operations will greatly increase if you are in the team】

This is even more outrageous than the grayed-out entry above.

Lacey took a deep breath and looked at the remaining three cards.

[The Art of Language (Blue): In everyday interpersonal interactions, you can easily move others with your words.]

[Master of the Arts (Blue): You possess innate artistic talent, and your genius will shine brightly in fields such as calligraphy, painting, sculpture, and music.]

[Unity is Strength (Gold): Your affability is greatly enhanced; whenever someone has positive expectations of you, your abilities will be comprehensively improved; as long as we work together, we can overcome difficulties.]

"..."

It's a very good ability, making me raise my arm.

No!

Isn't this supposed to be the template for a mustache?

"Come on, system, speak to me!"

"You tell me what 'choose three out of five' means."

"say!"

Hehehe~

"..."

Lacey was helpless; he had no choice at all. He couldn't very well choose those two useless abilities.

Choose from: The Art of Language, Masters of the Arts, and Unity.

As soon as he finished speaking, the gray and black card turned into specks of light and vanished.

The remaining two blue and one gold cards transformed into three streams of light, rushing straight into his brow.

[Selection complete, ability loaded]

Enjoy your simulation!

[Simulation, start!]

The next moment, the scene before her eyes suddenly blurred, and a strong sense of dizziness swept over Lacey.

A few seconds later, he tried to steady himself but found that he couldn't muster any strength in his limbs.

I'm giving this a bad review!

……

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Holy Lytanian Empire: Chapter Two: The Art Exam, but Didn't Fail?

In the year 1011 of the Terran calendar, you were born into an ordinary family in a small border town of Letania.

Your father was a high school music teacher, and your mother was a factory worker. The couple were very loving.

Your parents see you as the fruit of their love, showering you with care and affection.

At the age of 3, you unexpectedly displayed artistic talent.

During one of your father's everyday musical performances, you, still a toddler, were already able to keep up with the rhythm, clapping along and humming the accurate notes.

This delighted the music-loving father.