Slime Textile Industry Launches, Aningsbe's Employment Rate Reaches 100%!

So-called artificial moral codes had existed since the birth of human religion.

Slave societies, centralized societies, capitalist societies, feudal societies, communist societies—the morals they possessed were all different.

To unite people, two things were needed: shared interests and an enemy.

Lynn had already begun mobilizing propaganda to stir hatred against the Orcs.

At the same time, Lynn blurred the criteria for what defined humanity, emphasizing the Aningsbe people rather than race.

Having won a battle, the army's morale had stabilized as well.

By the time Lynn returned, the battlefield had already been cleaned up.

The Orcs' destructive power truly was formidable. Baron Kage had not fled without reason.

Baron Kage had no advanced political system. At most, he could draw one Knight from each nearby village, and then the Knights would bring along conscripts.

Ten Knights meant barely over a hundred men. Against several hundred Orcs, they simply could not hold the line.

A village could produce at most one Knight, and the Knight even had to provide his own weapons. What could such a system possibly accomplish?

Fortunately, Lynn had possessed the foresight to take the path of numbers.

His ten Knights had no villages, nor had he sent anyone to build villages. Instead, he had directly adopted the production team model, carrying out a militarized production team system.

From the initial production teams to the later training, the people had constantly been trained in obedience, division of labor, and cooperation.

Imagine yourself as a Carbon-based life form facing a dense formation of long spears. What would you think?

As long as spears and Javelins could pierce the enemy's flesh, it made little difference whether they were wielded by well-trained soldiers or an Old farmer—the killing power was roughly the same.

Battle Qi was not some cultivation-like power. It could indeed strengthen the body, but it could not change the nature of a Carbon-based life form.

Wild boars could withstand 9mm bullets, yet they could still be killed.

These several hundred Orcs had not all been killed; they had been routed.

Most wars in history were about defeating the enemy, not wiping them out completely. Lynn's pursuit had only eliminated their commanding general.

Some Orcs had scattered in all directions and fled.

The blood of several hundred Orcs stained the city walls and the snow crimson.

The stench of blood was heavy.

"Welcome back, Grand Commander Lynn."

The moment he returned to the city, Lilim handed Lynn a notebook.

"These are the casualty records. Some Orcs passed out from pain, then got back up and hurt people afterward, so the casualties increased."

"Any prisoners?"

"A few. The rest of the Orcs attacked people as soon as they got up. The soldiers were afraid, so now they stab the Orcs several more times before daring to move the bodies."

"Several dozen dead and over a hundred wounded?" Lynn was still deeply dissatisfied when he saw the actual figures, but there was nothing he could do.

Lilim nodded. "Even after being pierced by more than a dozen Javelins and spears, they could still move. In the end, they only died from blood loss."

Lilim pointed to a pile of broken Wooden sticks. "A lot of soldiers said the Orcs were terrifying. With one casual smack, they snapped the spears."

Without a technological advantage, they could only Make up for it with an advanced system, Faith, and tactics.

But the enemy was a group of Orcs, and this was a western fantasy world. Even an excellent system could hardly make up for the gap in raw strength.

"Master, we won. Why aren't you happy?" Lilim could tell that Lynn was in a poor mood.

The Orcs truly were powerful. Achieving this Battle Damage Ratio already counted as outstanding.

Several hundred Orcs had been nearly wiped out, while their own casualties were so low. It had been a defensive City battle, yes, but their opponents had been Orcs, while their side consisted only of ordinary soldiers, not even professional combatants.

Such a record would be considered excellent even among the world's generals. Lilim thought so, and she truly could not understand why Lynn was unhappy.

But Lynn saw it differently. His side was too poor; they could not afford such losses. Handling Wounded soldiers was also a troublesome matter.

Especially those unfortunate people left disabled.

Coming to Aningsbe as its lord had been a dignified way to die—or rather, a dignified exile.

This was the place farthest from the fortress, and it still needed to be developed.

Sometimes, it was not that Paradox Game War Criminals truly wanted to be war criminals; they simply had no choice.

So Lynn silently reminded himself: don't treat others as people for now. You're playing a game.

After adjusting his mood, Lynn reminded himself once more that this was for efficiency, for development.

Lynn touched Lilim's Cat ears. "Lilim, what do you think of the saying, 'The guilt belongs to this generation, but the merit will endure for a thousand autumns'?"

Lynn looked around. There was no one else nearby, and he gestured for Lilim to come closer.

Lilim thought for a moment. "What do you mean?"

Lynn began to explain. "Sometimes, in order to accomplish a great undertaking, many cruel things inevitably happen. When they fall upon ordinary people, they can ruin their entire lives."

"You may not understand. Let me put it another way: I can let everyone live a life in the future where they have enough to eat and warm clothes to wear. I can fulfill the enlightenment spoken of by the saints and bring about the great unity of Various Races across the world."