“Ah, what an energetic day!”
Mo lounged comfortably in his new chair, basking in the sunlight as he watched the children playing and the Infected bustling about the camp.
He couldn’t help but let out a satisfied sigh.
Under Roman’s direction, the construction of the camp was progressing in an orderly fashion.
As one of the camp’s original shareholders and the second-in-command of the Infected leadership group, Roman naturally took charge whenever Mo wasn’t personally involved.
This was actually a plan Mo had proposed when the camp was first established.
He wanted to ensure that even in his absence, the camp could continue operating normally.
And at first, everything went exactly as Mo had envisioned.
But as the workload continued to increase, Roman gradually came to a realization—
Wasn’t he just being treated like a beast of burden?
“Oh my god… Can anyone relate?”
Thinking back on his past, Roman couldn’t help but sigh.
Back then, as a boss, he had led a group of subordinates across the world.
Who could have imagined that after spending all those years hunting geese, he would eventually be pecked in the eye by one?
And now, he was actually working himself to death for someone else!
Whenever he thought about it, Roman couldn’t help but glance toward Mo, who was lying nearby and shamelessly slacking off.
Ever since the documents from Ursus had been finalized, Mo had completely stopped interfering in the camp’s affairs.
From the moment the Emperor’s Blade delivered this upgraded luxury lounge chair, Mo had sprawled himself across it like a puddle of mud.
He no longer wandered through the snowfields like he used to.
According to Mo, this was to prevent the camp from becoming overly dependent on him.
He would eventually leave, and he hoped the camp would still be able to move forward after his departure instead of falling into chaos because it had lost its leader.
That was indeed one of the reasons Mo behaved this way.
But Roman suspected that another major reason was simply that Mo was too lazy to manage everything himself.
If the camp hadn’t genuinely needed him in the beginning, Mo probably would have gone somewhere long ago to lie around, eat, and wait for the end of the world.
And, in fact, that was exactly what Mo had been thinking.
In this unfamiliar era, he didn’t know what would happen if he interfered with certain events, nor what consequences his actions might produce.
Acting recklessly could easily lead to outcomes he didn’t want to see.
Mo had always been cautious.
He never acted rashly unless he had a certain degree of confidence.
But if he never acted, then nothing could ever change.
Having traveled through time, Mo naturally wanted to change something.
The establishment and subsequent development of the Infected camp was his first attempt.
Ursus was a nation deeply hostile toward the Infected, and its political system carried an extremely strong militaristic character.
Fundamentally changing the Infected’s situation here was practically impossible.
The conflict between the Infected and ordinary people was also one of the central themes of the early Arknights storyline.
But the current timeline was still far from the beginning of the main story.
The Four-Nation War had not yet erupted.
The Wendigo had not yet joined Ursus, and even the Imperial Guard did not yet possess a true “nation.”
At this point, Ursus had not yet reached the height of its power.
That was precisely why Mo dared to make an attempt.
And his attempt had already achieved preliminary results.
An Infected camp officially recognized by Ursus could ease the conflict between the Infected and ordinary people.
Perhaps, one day in the future, this camp would even become a source of assistance for the coexistence of the Infected and ordinary people, allowing this land to suffer a little less.
As for the camp’s future development, that was Roman’s responsibility.
Mo himself needed to prepare for his next plan.
If he remembered correctly, the Four-Nation War would break out next.
The Four-Nation War was an unprecedented conflict in which Gaul, Leithanien, Ursus, and Victoria would all become involved.
It would have an enormous impact on the history that followed.
It wasn’t merely a confrontation of military strength.
It was also a collision of ideologies, cultures, resources, political interests, and the fundamental right to survive.
Ursus, Victoria, Leithanien, and Gaul each had their own hidden agendas.
There was competition for resources, struggles for power, and countless conflicting interests.
And at the heart of all these contradictions was the issue of the Infected.
The Four-Nation War would become a catastrophe sweeping across Ursus, Victoria, Leithanien, and Gaul.
There would be no glorious heroic epic.
Only endless suffering and reflection.
Amid this magnificent conflict, the wheels of history would continue turning, while the torrent of fate swept away countless lives and dreams.
The Witch King’s arts, Gaul’s Originium technology, the legions of Ursus, and Victoria’s Steam Knights—
The dreams and desires of countless people would become intertwined and vividly manifested upon this battlefield.
When faced with events of such magnitude, one couldn’t always remain a bystander.
As a former Doctor, Mo wanted to witness this war with his own eyes.
From beginning to end.
The greatest victims of war were always the civilians.
They would be displaced from their homes, separated from their loved ones, and forced to struggle for survival amid the flames of war.
During the Four-Nation War, countless civilians would become victims of political maneuvering.
Their suffering would be the most genuine reflection of what war truly meant.
It would be a war without winners.
It would serve as a warning that the price of war was devastating, while the value of peace was beyond measure.
Only by abandoning prejudice and seeking dialogue and cooperation could the same mistakes be avoided and a better future be created.
Mo was just an ordinary person.
He couldn’t simply sit by and watch suffering unfold before his eyes.
Perhaps he couldn’t prevent all suffering.
But on this land filled with misery, there were always things he could do.
There were always things that someone had to do.
Suffering was happening on this land every moment.
But that was precisely why it couldn’t simply be ignored.
Suffering was never something worth glorifying.
The only things worthy of praise were those who bravely resisted it.
There were still more than ten years before the Four-Nation War erupted.
Mo decided that during this period, he would leave Ursus and travel to the other nations, establishing shelters in advance for civilians caught in the coming war.
He would do his best to allow more people to survive the catastrophe.
Perhaps it could simply be considered a good deed.
At least then, he could have a clear conscience.
And so, on a quiet night, Mo picked up his already somewhat dilapidated weapon and silently left the sleeping camp.
He left without disturbing anyone.
He only wished them pleasant dreams.
Everything seemed to have returned to how it had been in the beginning.
A lonely wanderer had once again left everything behind and embarked upon a new journey.
But unlike before, this time there was an additional item in Mo’s luggage—
A detailed map.
Roman hadn’t lied to him.
He genuinely didn’t know how to reach Kazdel.
But not knowing the route and having no way to reach Kazdel were two entirely different things.
He simply didn’t know the route.
That didn’t mean he had no means of getting there.
Heh.
That sly Merchant.
The map Roman had given him contained a feasible plan for finding Kazdel.
But Mo no longer intended to go there.
This time, he was heading toward the battlefield.
He wanted to provide shelter for the people who were about to be devastated by the coming war, just as he had done in Ursus.
A new journey was about to begin.
What would the other nations look like?
Mo was quite curious.