Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Well, forget it, no one will understand the rant anyway, Malin began reading the newspaper with a hint of regret.

The first page, the drought in the North worsens as the Chaos Army clashes with the Human Alliance at the Winterhold Great Wall.

Winterhold Great Wall, a medieval place name. In the Middle Ages, humans could only roam south of the North. To the North, there were numerous barbaric tribes controlled by the Evil God. In those times, the god-chosen champions of the barbarians were a severe headache for humans. Every year, there would be battles along the Winterhold Great Wall until the Church of Justice was established, and humans began to venture North. They established Northern countries below the permafrost line. This time, it is these Northern countries that have fallen into disaster. If it weren’t for the Southern countries sending reinforcements, Chaos might have already crossed the Winterhold Great Wall.

Although they have held back the massive armies of Chaos, the daily combat consumes no small amount. The warehouses of the factories had been cleared out a month ago. The shipments of second-tier canned goods and third-tier canned goods now only happen once a week. Shift workers create staggering profits for Malin every day, among which the Turansa Theocracy even invited Malin to build a factory. They have a large number of refugees from the North, more deer and various wild game in the Northern forests, and their sheep farming is the best in the entire Western Human World.

After much consideration, Malin finally sent a young steward from the Faye family to take charge—right, all the supervisors under Malin are subordinates from the Mowish family clans. With the True God, Malin does not have to worry about the Mowish family taking over his establishment, and their close cooperation with Malin ensures they don’t need to fear any ulterior motives from him—if they still worry about Malin having any alternative intentions, the Mowish family would be a laughingstock.

Business seems to be getting better and better, but Malin starts to worry that among those families, someone might act irrationally out of envy and jealousy.

However... after all, he is not a pitiable person incapable of fighting back. With the major Churches behind him, if he still manages to lose, Malin is really ready to flip the table—or become an eternal god-chosen champion, damn it all.

Moreover, this is an impossible world. Malin has lived in this world for so many years, the most he has seen are rational actions. The survival instincts of the Nobles are through the roof. For example, those fellows from the abandoned fortress years ago, they still maintain close contact with Malin, often Logan’s big plans were introduced by them.

It really made Malin feel a little bad—I’m not some tragic being with only a seven-second memory.

As Malin sighed, he turned the page.

The second page, Turansa Theocracy and Carterburg Union’s food processing factory reached a cooperation intent to build a factory in the North.