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Chapter 797 - 446: Passion Unfaded (5K)_3

Chapter 797: Chapter 446: Passion Unfaded (5K)_3

The Ability Academy was capable of transporting refugees, but at the moment, not even the seven major nations would accept them.

The institutions under the academy’s jurisdiction couldn’t accommodate so many disaster victims.

After all, the academy didn’t have its own Oasis.

Then...

Why not manage an Oasis!

"In disaster relief and saving people, what I can do is but a drop in the bucket; I can only save a corner of the Great Domain of Luofeng... but I shouldn’t refrain from acting just because the efforts are weak. The flames of hope accumulate from little clusters to form a vigorous blaze."

"Besides, manpower is also a form of resource."

Farming, weaving, mining, construction, every profession needs workers.

Manufacturing potions, forging equipment, inscribing Gears - these tasks require technically skilled individuals who stand out from the general populace.

Many nations are limited by population, not because they don’t wish to have more children, but because they can’t afford to support them.

Our own establishment can afford it.

"In both sentiment and reason, they must be saved!"

He still remembered that the current priority was to increase his strength and not to do anything beyond his capabilities.

But with as much strength as one has, that much must be done.

And the Ability Academy was indeed a powerful organization.

With that thought, he went to a previously marked secret Oasis and integrated it into the ’Base System,’ using the ’popularity’ he had stored earlier to supply it.

’Notification: Oasis number four has advanced to Level 4.’

The carrying capacity of the Oasis was still limited. However, the population of the small Oasis itself wasn’t large, just a few hundred, a few thousand, maybe up to twenty or thirty thousand people; a Level 4 Oasis could squeeze them in if they crowded together.

This, of course, was not a long-term solution.

He had also considered transporting the disaster victims to Blue Star.

—Nowadays, the area of Blue Star had expanded many times over, and people had not only stepped out of the base cities and reclaimed the lost land, but were also pioneering one new continent after another.

Blue Star had enough area, enough food, and needed a large population.

To accommodate some aliens seemed to be no problem. At most, just build a few new cities.

The issue was that Blue Star was very far from the Great Domain of Luofeng, and even traveling by Whiteshark-class airships would take a very long time. The energy consumed in the process was difficult to estimate.

Even using the academy’s Secret Realm as a transport mechanism was not an easy task.

The only ones capable of quickly shuttling back and forth between Blue Star and the Great Domain of Luofeng were the Awakeners like Little Illusion. However, he certainly couldn’t use Little Illusion as a transport maiden.

That would be neither reasonable nor practical.

Therefore, the transfer through Oasis number four it had to be!

Once Oasis number four advanced to Level 7, and the Secret Realm passage was opened, it would be possible to transport a large population by Winged Serpent-class trains.

The plan was feasible.

But this was just a form of resistance born out of necessity.

Fang You looked up at the Dark River suspended in the sky, once again feeling humanity’s powerlessness in the face of the disasters caused by Evil Gods.

But, one day, he was determined to...

Cut down the Dark River!

He thought.

Waves splashed upon the Dark River, as if extinguishing countless worlds.

...

The Red Sand Secret Realm.

This place was one of the foundations of the Red Sand Nation, an ancient sanctuary that had been managed for tens of thousands of years.

Unlike most of the poor Oases in the Red Sand Nation, the Secret Realm was lush with greenery and fragrant with the songs of birds and flowers. Naturally, it was not at all affected by the disaster of the Dark River.

But the Secret Realm had a limited capacity for people, and the royal family of Red Sand Nation had never considered letting outsiders take refuge inside.

"Inside our Red Sand Nation, three small towns also encountered the zombie-like outbreak, but it was suppressed in time and did not spread throughout the territory."

A myth spoke, wrapped in a headscarf.

But while the disaster could be suppressed, human hearts could not. Now, many towns in the Red Sand Nation have also begun to panic, as no one wants to wake up to find the person next to them turned into a zombie, biting through their throat in one bite.

"This is a natural disaster, we can only wait for it to recede on its own."

The old King of Red Sand Nation said.

The myth with the headscarf hesitated, then said, "I’ve heard that Torch Academy is now actively eradicating disasters everywhere."

"Yes ..." The old King paused, "The actions of Torch Academy are foolish, yet admirable. But, they are too idealistic. They indeed are powerful, but even with over ten myths in their ranks, they are just as insignificant in the face of this natural disaster."

"They are a group of respectable, but not worth emulating, idealists."

"Idealists ... are actually not bad, but how long can they maintain that? The original purpose of the Human Alliance was to resist the disasters brought by the Evil Gods and build a thriving human homeland. At that time, human powers did just that. However, now, seats in the Alliance have become symbols of status and power."

"... Of course, we are among those who pursue status and power."

The old King shook his head.

When he was young, he too was full of passion and aspired to reform the entire society. But it wasn’t until he grew up that he realized the world was full of helplessness and that ideals were just ideals, after all.

As one ages, faces setbacks several times, and loses a few friends, even the warmest blood will cool down, won’t it?

...

In front of the Memorial Stele at Torch Academy.

"You should understand that the path ahead entails not only strength but also a heavy responsibility."

In front, stood four students who had passed the selection and were qualified to join the Academy.

Two of them held special identities.

Prince Atula of Red Sand Nation!

Princess Mia of Yun Tu Nation!

Atula certainly had his hesitations; he was well aware that as a prince of the Red Sand Nation, having enjoyed many resources from the royal family, he was obliged to give back.

But the scenes he saw while rescuing people these days were unforgettable.

At night, he tossed and turned, those dreadful images haunting his mind.

Buildings in ruins, human bodies dismembered.

There were mothers buried under rubble clutching their children; there were Awakeners bathed in blood who held onto zombies in front of them until death; there were comrades who fought thousands of miles alone, there were instructors who split the sky with one sword and destroyed all enemies.

But there were also evildoers who, taking advantage of the chaos, went on rampages of arson, murder, and looting; there were aristocrats who only cared about their own enjoyment, utterly indifferent to the life and death of common people.

Indifference, neglect, evasion, and infighting.

Atula had seen too much in this period.

He was supposed to remain silent.

But he found he did not want to be silent; silence was suffocating, so much it ached in his chest.

He looked towards a figure not far away.

"Principal, I understand what I am doing. If Red Sand Nation is in trouble, I will perform my duty as a prince. But beyond that, I also wish to fulfill the duty of a powerful human being."

"I want to become stronger."

"I want to have the power to fight against disasters."

"I ..."

Perhaps he will face many setbacks in the future, and the road ahead is dark and full of calamities.

One day he may also regret, grieve, but ...

The fire of the Academy is burning brightly, like the sun.

Standing under the sun, even if his blood is not hot enough, it shouldn’t cool down, should it?

Right, it won’t.