Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 888 - 117

For Marsel's current situation, Perfikot, although somewhat dissatisfied, does not intend to make any major changes.

Indeed, Marsel's social structure has many issues, and the lives of the lower citizens are indeed difficult. However, in the current extreme environment, the priority of these issues has clearly been greatly reduced.

If it were a normal environment, Perfikot might make some changes to Marsel's social structure.

She might implement new policies, adjust the local power structure, weaken the privileges of those big capitalists and citizen classes who hold vast resources, and instead allocate more resources to the lower classes.

She might expand the number of energy towers and underground shelters to ensure that more ordinary workers and the poor can find shelter and survival opportunities in the doomsday winter.

After all, she knows deeply that the stability and prosperity of a society depend on the basic survival security of the lower classes.

However, reality is harsh.

Now, it's not only the doomsday winter but also under the backdrop of the God War.

Perfikot's primary goal is to acquire enough resources to build more Floating Cities and Godslaying Armors, thereby winning the God War crucial to human survival.

Her gaze is fixed firmly on those resources that can support the war—minerals, fuel, food, labor, even the sweat and blood of the oppressed lower classes.

Though Marsel's current state leaves her dissatisfied, she does not have the time or energy to change it.

She clearly understands that any adjustment to the existing social structure could lead to unnecessary turmoil and a waste of resources.

And in this God War, any waste of resources could lead to fatal consequences.

As for the suffering of the lower classes, Perfikot sees it but does not have much sympathy.

In her view, these sufferings are the necessary price for a greater goal.

Therefore, despite the hardships faced by Marsel's lower classes in the cold wind, Perfikot has no intention of providing them with more shelter or improving their living conditions.

Perhaps saying this is cruel, and some may say that the purpose of the God War is to protect the continuity of humanity. Aren't the lower people considered human?

Indeed, the ultimate goal of the God War is to protect human continuity, but in the course of the war, especially in the face of such a large-scale global catastrophe, the distribution of resources and the setting of priorities often seem extremely cruel.

Of course, the lower classes are human, and their suffering and sacrifice are also worthy of attention, but under the logic of war, the limited nature and urgency of resources mean some sacrifices are unavoidable.

For a war, it takes sacrifices from everyone to achieve victory.

Warriors pay their lives on the battlefield, while the people at the rear need to provide logistical support for the war; no one can stay out of it.

War is never won by only relying on the bravery of the frontline; it requires the joint efforts of the entire society.

Whether it is the soldiers at the frontline or the workers, farmers, and miners at the rear, everyone is contributing their strength, even their lives, for the victory of the war.

In Marsel, the suffering of the lower classes is obvious.

They dig minerals in the severe cold, cut down timber, risk their lives venturing into the wilderness, just to obtain those resources that can keep the city running.

Their labor results are mercilessly exploited, exchanging for scant survival supplies.

However, the flow of these resources is the key to supporting the construction of Floating Cities and Godslaying Armors.

Without their contributions, the machine of war cannot run.

Perfikot knows this well.

She understands that the sacrifices of the lower classes are for the greater goal—winning the God War, ensuring the survival of humanity.

Although this sacrifice is heartbreaking, in the current extreme environment, she has no choice.

She cannot slow down the pace of war out of sympathy, nor can she divert limited resources out of pity.

The victory of the war requires the efforts of everyone, and the suffering of the lower classes is an unavoidable part of this war.

Perhaps some may question, thinking that such sacrifices are not worth it and even considering Perfikot cold and ruthless.

But the cruelty of war lies in that it does not allow anyone to stay out of it.

Whether it is the warriors at the frontline or the people at the rear, everyone plays an indispensable role in this war.

And what Perfikot is doing is merely making the choice she believes is most beneficial for human survival in this harsh war.

So after resting for a night, Perfikot summoned Marsel's military and political leaders—Governor of Marsel and the stationed Commander—to convey her will to both of them.

When the two walked into Perfikot's temporary residence, although their faces bore a respectful look, there was a hint of reluctance and scheming hidden in their eyes.

They were already accustomed to fattening themselves under Marsel's rule, enjoying the privileged life in the doomsday winter. Now, Perfikot's arrival undoubtedly threatened their vested interests.

"I need Marsel to fully provide me with various resources in the upcoming period, including but not limited to various mineral resources and alchemy materials," Perfikot said straightforwardly, with a cold and direct tone.

Her gaze swept over the two like a blade, as if she had already seen through their thoughts.

The Governor of Marsel immediately plastered a fake smile on his face, with a hint of flattery in his tone: "Regent, we will certainly do our best to meet your requirements.

However, you also know that Marsel's resources are already limited, coupled with the impact of the doomsday winter, workers' efficiency is not what it used to be.

If we further increase extraction efforts, it might provoke the dissatisfaction of the people, or even cause riots.

By then, the situation might get out of control, affecting your plans..."

The stationed Commander quickly chimed in, with a hint of fake concern in his tone: "Yes, Regent! Our troops have always been maintaining order, but recently the workers' emotions have been very unstable.

If we further intensify the exploitation, it might arouse public grievances, and by then, we might have difficulty controlling the situation. After all, the people's patience has its limits..."

Perfikot coldly watched the two, not interrupting them, but quietly listening until they finished.

"I don't care how you exploit the people of France, nor do I care how much you embezzled in the process," Perfikot's voice suddenly turned cold, her gaze piercing the two like ice: "I only want you to be able to provide the resources that meet my requirements! As for the people's dissatisfaction and riots, that's your problem, not mine."

The Governor's face slightly changed, but soon returned to that fake smile, with a hint of probing in his tone: "Regent, you are right, we will certainly do our best to meet your requirements!

However, you also know that Marsel's resources are indeed limited. If we further increase extraction efforts, it might cause greater social unrest. By then, it might affect the stability of resource supply..."

Perfikot gave him a cold look, with a hint of disdain in her tone: "Enough, I don't want to hear your excuses! You have only two choices: either meet my requirements, and I can give you the opportunity to live in the Northern Territory.

Or, I don't mind cutting off both of your heads to calm the opposition among the people of France, and then supporting someone new who can meet my demands."

The Governor and Commander exchanged a glance, filled with fear and unwillingness.

They knew Perfikot was not simply bluffing.

Every word she spoke carried a sense of threat, and any resistance would lead to catastrophic disaster.

Despite their deep reluctance to part with their interests, they had no choice in the face of the threat of death.

After a brief silence, the Governor finally lowered his head, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Regent, we...we will certainly do our best to meet your requirements. Please rest assured, Marsel will certainly not disappoint you."

The stationed Commander also quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes, Regent. We will immediately mobilize all forces to ensure the supply of resources. Please give us some time, we will definitely complete the task."