Within the Palatine District, those plotting to incite a riot were gathering.
They all held homemade weapons: clubs wrapped in sharp sheet metal, rusted steel forks, even crude patched-together firearms.
With inspections growing stricter by the day in the Palatine District, obtaining such things was already no easy feat.
Inside a dark shack in the shantytown.
A masked Homan House spy activated a sheet-metal machine caked in thick bloodstains, grinding up a pile of unidentified meat.
He then mixed in Corpse Starch Bars, creating a large bucket of sticky meat paste.
Human bones could faintly be seen in the corner.
The rioters crowded together, greedily staring at the bucket of meat and unable to stop themselves from swallowing.
The spy handed out the meat paste, stirring up their emotions.
As though all they had to do was rush out, burn, kill, and loot, and they would have endless food!
Before long, the people with their mouths stuffed full of meat paste had bloodshot eyes, their violent emotions nearly beyond control.
The spy watched with satisfaction.
Similar scenes could be seen in dark corners throughout the territory.
The people's anger had already been building up.
Once the time came, the Palatine District would burn brightly!
But just as the spy was feeling smug, an alarm sounded from the flying communicators outside.
After their alarms went off, the flying communicators flashing red and bearing skull insignias repeatedly broadcast a message:
The great and benevolent Governor, following the guidance of His Majesty the God-Emperor, has found food in the God-Blessed Land!
Starting tomorrow, all food supplies in the Palatine District will be restored!
He will fulfill his promise and ensure that no citizens loyal to the Palatine District go hungry.
After the broadcast ended, the Governor's cold voice rang out:
"I am Ron