Ursus is a semi-feudal country that extremely rejects infected people, mixed-race people, and ethnic minorities.
However, natural disasters and origin stone diseases will not favor him or avoid him because of this.
On the contrary, due to pure contempt and rejection, and the lack of proper isolation methods for infected people, the prevalence rate of infected people in Ursus is even higher than the average level in the Terran world.
However, the infected people who can survive a year in Ursus are only a minority among the minority.
The main cause of death for these infected people is not disease and cold, but the simplest... hunger.
The world of Terra is a world with extremely limited resources.
More than 90% of the land has been turned into wasteland due to the ultra-high source of Originium energy. Soilless cultivation and high-density planting are the mainstream food sources in the Terra world. Most cities have been destroyed due to changes in temperature and technological level.
The problem is that we need to purchase large amounts of food from the outside world.
However, since the number of people in Terra World is also relatively sparse, there is no shortage of food rations, and there is even a wealth. There are various snack bars and dessert shops in many cities. At most, they are based on the food transportation of food-producing cities.
The distance causes food prices to fluctuate slightly.
But Ursus is a special case among special cases.
The Ursus Empire, located in the northern region, is the farthest country from most grain-producing cities.
In addition, the temperature in the north is extremely low. As a semi-feudal country, Ursus is not very technologically advanced and its planting technology is very poor. However, out of greed, the city governors and royal nobles are unwilling to give up the extremely rich underground crops in the north.
mineral.
As a result, the Ursans could only buy food from other cities at high prices.
Chernobog is one of the few cities in Ursus that can produce grain independently, but it also costs a lot of gantry coins to purchase grain.
When food was relatively scarce, the first thing the Ussans thought of was not how to increase food production, but to eliminate a part of the population who also needed to eat.
For example, infected people.
Under the control of vested interests, the Ursus media began to exaggerate the harm of infected people to the entire country. It turns out that 50 to 60 percent of the food purchased by the governors from outside at high prices were infected in a certain place.
Stolen in the dark night.
However, due to the shortage of food, the hard-working people of Ursus were forced to use most of their salary to maintain their family's food rations.
It's so pitiful.
Of course no one believed this kind of media report that sounded like fart.
But, do people need to believe the ‘truth’?
Could a native of Ursus not know the truth?
Don't they know that they are doing this because the governors and nobles are unwilling to drive the mobile city to the warm south and give up the stupid strategy of bringing a large amount of Longmen coins to the nobles but not giving them a dime to the common people?
Does it cause them to buy food at high prices?
Of course they know!
Not only do they know, they can also talk about various national policy news clearly during the lunch chat. After a little analysis, they can even roughly figure out how much money a noble has made in which business.
But so what?
They just need an excuse.
The consuls and nobles held an army of professionals hired with high salaries, and civilians like them could not defeat them even if they were a hundred times more numerous.
But the infection is different.
With their thin bodies and dirty clothes, they could lie on the ground for a long time with just a kick.
When all grain store owners see such beggars, they will kick them mercilessly and kick them far away so that they will not hinder their ability to attract customers.
Such people are suitable for civilians like them to oppress!
As for throwing heads, spilling blood, getting rid of the nobles, overthrowing the decadent feudal system, letting the people of Ursus take charge of their own affairs, and solve the problem of Ursus from the root?
Hey, who cares?
Bullying an infected person is just because you feel unhappy. It's like spanking a child on a rainy day. It's not for education, but for your own comfort.
Against the noble consul?
That's really something that would kill your brain, and only a fool would do it!
They really have an army of professionals!
You see, weak people are always unreasonable.
"This is why infected people are bullied wantonly."
Tallulah stood on a temporary wooden platform. Standing in front of her were densely packed Ursus infected people who were also dressed in rags.
Most of them held a bowl of steaming porridge in their hands, and wore a new thick cotton coat under their dirty clothes.
It was precisely because of these two things that they reluctantly sat here in the cold weather and listened to the nonsense of this unknown woman.
But as I listened, I couldn't help but become fascinated.
"In their eyes, we are weak and can be bullied at will."
"In their eyes, we are abominations, sarkaz (demons) who bring disease and pain."
"In their eyes, we should be thrown into a bonfire and burned alive the moment we are born."
"We are disgusting garbage."
"We are the sinners who stand in the way of their better lives."
"All of us, good or bad, good or evil, deserve to die."
"You said, is that so?"
Tallulah's voice was calm, and her expression was equally calm. She didn't seem to show any emotion, just like she was chatting with a friend.
But with her words, the numb expressions of the Ursus-infected people in front of them seemed to have their heartstrings tugged, recalling the painful memories hidden deep in their hearts in the past.
Numbness is not ignorance, but a kind of self-protection out of helplessness and losing the last hope.
People always use numbness to face the fragility deep in their hearts that they really cannot face.
However, when this last layer of self-deception is torn open and the tip of the knife is mercilessly thrust into their wounds, the pain will be awakened again.
yes.
They just contracted a disease that no one could do anything about for some irresistible reason.
Just because of this, do they deserve to die?
Is this kind of thing really reasonable?
They were hungry, cold, and bullied.
Is it just because of other people's cowardice when facing superiors?
They are confused.
Some people may have thought about these issues, or they may be too lazy to think about them because of the pain caused by hunger. However, once the truth is stripped open by someone and exposed in front of most people.
The kind of anger that doubles when a group gathers together is enough to burn everyone from head to toe.
When he stands in the crowd, no one can be a coward.
Then someone spoke.
"Then... what should we do? Do we... do we really have to face the nobles, consuls and their professional armies?"
"Can we do this?"
The infected person who raised his hand to speak stood up from the squatting crowd with a habitual hunched back. He looked like a middle-aged man, but his face was dirty and his hair was tangled.
entwined together.
Judging from his thick but tattered mink clothes with no discernible material, he was probably a middle-class man with a wealthy family before he was infected with Originium Disease.
He might be a small entrepreneur, he might be a lawyer, he might be a doctor, and he probably once had a happy family.
But Originium Disease changed everything for him.
Tallulah glanced at him, with a relieved smile on her face. People who can think are always welcome, and the same is true for infected people.
She spoke sincerely and looked at the middle-aged man with her unwavering eyes:
"It works."
Tallulah looked at him, raised her head again, scanned everyone in front of her, and held her chest.
"As long as you, you, all of us, want to live, live in society like a normal person, have something to eat when you are hungry, water to drink when you are thirsty, hospital treatment when you are sick, and you can go back when the weather is cold.
A warm home..."
"Then we can do anything!"
"Here, let me introduce myself again."
"My name is Tallulah, six-star potential, professional guard, and currently the leader of the integrated movement organization."
"I am an infected person."
"The Integration Movement is an organization composed of infected people."
"We are working hard for the happiness and survival of all infected people."
As soon as she finished speaking, an incomparably powerful source of energy roared out of her body like a wave, sweeping away all the infected people around her.
Everyone standing around her felt confused, and their bodies stiffened involuntarily under the impact of this pressure, unable to move even a finger.
Fortunately, this pressure went away just as quickly as it came.
However, under this wave of coercion, no one dared to underestimate this woman.
Tallulah continued to talk to those around her as if nothing had happened:
"Everyone thinks that Originium Disease is a disease and that we are a group of weaklings! But I want to tell you that while Originium Disease brings pain, it also brings you power equal to the pain."
"According to the institute's data, the adaptability of the Origin Stone skills of infected people is at least one level higher than that of non-infected people. In other words, every infected person has the potential to become a strong person!"
"The reason why we seem weak is just because we don't know how to use this power."
At this point, Tallulah suddenly stopped.
She stood on the high platform and looked down at the dense crowd in front of her. There were tens of thousands of infected people brought from all over Chernobog.
The infected also raised their heads to look at her.
It's like a soul sinking in the abyss, looking up at the goddess who brings salvation.
It's so quiet you can hear a pin drop.
Tallulah was silent, looking at everyone, her eyes scanning around and around calmly, everyone felt that she was looking at them.
I don't know who led them, but people suddenly stood up one by one.
There seemed to be something new on the originally numb face.
It seems like nothing has changed.
After a long silence, Tallulah spoke.
"If...I can bring you strength, then are you willing to follow my flag?"
"I do!"
"willing!"
"Me too!"
The voice was murmuring, and only a few people responded. The answers were mixed and messy.
Tallulah raised her voice a little more.
"If I can bring you a better life! Are you willing to follow me through blood and fire, and experience war and death?"
"I do!"
"We do!"
"Me too!"
The responses from the crowd became louder and louder. The people who stood up seemed to have straightened their habitual hunched backs. The voices were dense and everyone was shouting.
"If I can fulfill my promise, are you willing to follow me across mountains of corpses and seas of blood, break through the cages set for us by others under my flag, and pursue freedom and a better life with me?"
"I do!!"
"I do!"
"I do!"
The infected shouted excitedly, roared, cried loudly, and roared out their last breath.
The sounds converged into a torrent, like a landslide and tsunami.
Every infected person who was once humble has once again straightened his or her bent back that seemed to be broken in this voice of willingness.
If someone can lead them towards hope, even if there is a bottomless abyss in front of them, they will be happy to step down.
For these people who don’t even have the qualifications to survive...
You just need a simple reason to work hard.
They want to live.
Therefore, they are willing to pay death.
Tallulah stood on the high platform, her face extremely serious.
"Then go ahead."
"Follow me, follow the brothers and sisters of the integration movement into the city, let those who once oppressed you feel the pain you have experienced, and seize all key facilities in this city and occupy this city."
"Make Chernobog the first large mobile city to be infected."