Assassin Seven, starting in Shennong Kingdom!

Chapter 251 Three Great Laws

"The lighthouse hasn't rescued any survivors in over twenty years. The chances of humans surviving on the ground are now almost zero. There's no way there could still be any humans on the ground."

“After the disaster, we never land on the ground except to collect supplies. We’ve only been on this continent for a few months. We lack comprehensive scanning and searching. Maybe there are still people here.”

"Captain Mark, look at those piles of corpses. With the Mana ecosystem continuing to spread and the Devouring Beasts running rampant, there's no one left alive."

"But we saw it."

"Ran Bing".

Ran Bing wanted to refute, but Mark stopped her. Mark then said, "I hope the city lord can send hunters to investigate."

“Heh…” Upon hearing this, Charles launched another attack, saying, “Investigate to the bottom of things? We have to go through all this trouble to investigate such a baseless matter. According to you, there are not only living people on the ground, but also people standing on the Devouring Beast. Unless he can control the Devouring Beast, do you believe that yourself? Ridiculous.”

"All right."

Morgan stopped Charles, saying, "Mark has been fighting for many years, so it's not surprising that he's a little tired and occasionally has some delusions. But it's because he fought so hard to secure resources for us that the Lighthouse is what it is today."

Charles said, "Lord of the City, it is only natural that Mark dedicates himself to the lighthouse; it is all arranged by the Lord of Light and Shadow."

"That's right, Mark always manages to win; he's definitely blessed..."

Morgan sighed, rose from his seat, and continued, "My health is not what it used to be... but the lighthouse's course is still long, and it's time to hand it over to a younger person. This person needs to have noble character and unwavering will, so I've decided... the position of city lord will be held by..."

His gaze swept over the crowd, and everyone knew perfectly well that Mark was the most likely candidate to become the city lord. Silence fell over the crowd.

Only Charles smiled, believing himself to be the most qualified person to succeed as the city's lord.

However, Morgan's next words froze his expression on his face.

"Mark succeeds him."

"What!?"

Most of the people did not show much surprise, but instead cast their gazes at Mark, or more precisely, the future city lord.

"Why!?"

Everyone else had no objections, and even unanimously supported him. Only Charles's face darkened, and he immediately retorted, "He's just a brute who knows how to fight and kill. What makes him the last guardian of humanity?"

Morgan's gaze remained calm as he said, "Isn't Mark's dedication to the Lighthouse an arrangement by the Lord of Light and Shadow?"

Charles, “This…”

As the most devout follower of the Lord of Light and Shadow, Charles was at a loss for words to refute him, but he could never admit that Mark was more suitable than himself to be the helmsman of the lighthouse.

Morgan looked at the crowd and continued, "If there are no objections, the ceremony will be held in seven days."

Clearly, he was preparing to hand over the position of city lord directly to Mark, without any intention of consulting with others. This caused Charles to completely lose control, blurting out, "Father!"

quiet……

Charles froze as soon as he uttered those two words.

The others also showed strange expressions, but the scene was deathly silent, eerily quiet.

As the person who personally promulgated the Three Laws, Morgan has always maintained a resolute attitude, even going so far as to use the Church of Light and Shadow to restrain and manage the people on the Lighthouse, thereby achieving stability.

One of the three laws is to abolish the old world's family relationships.

In short, there are no blood-related kinship ties on the lighthouse, not even between husband and wife, and even father and son would not recognize each other.

Their names or code names are determined by the lighthouse at the moment of their birth.

Their entire lives thereafter were arranged by the Lighthouse, with clear division of labor based on talent and performance.

Morgan had devoted his entire life to the implementation of the Three Laws, and now Charles was calling him "father" in public. If this got out, it would be a catastrophic blow to the Three Laws he had promulgated!

Realizing this, Charles felt a pang of fear and hurriedly corrected himself, "Lord, Lord, I... I misspoke."

Morgan didn't say much. Everyone here was a senior executive of Lighthouse. Having been in business for many years, he knew each of them and knew they wouldn't talk about it. He said, "You can all leave now. Mark and I have something to say."

Everyone else left one after another, but Mark stayed behind.

Night falls.

Only Mark and Morgan remained in the command room.

"Lord City Lord..."

Morgan raised his hand to stop Mark, saying, "I didn't intend to discuss this with you. I know what you're thinking. Look at the suspended buildings outside, and those people doing their jobs diligently. We are the last humans, Mark."

Morgan turned and walked to Mark's side, saying, "You are an excellent soldier, Mark, but you can't just be a soldier. I'm getting old, and I hope you will take over from me and take good care of the lighthouse so that it doesn't fall."

He patted Mark on the shoulder and walked past.

Mark said, "I'm afraid I can't handle such an important mission."

"What mission or what mission? Stop trying to make yourself look good. I just want you to move your butt a little and keep this iron lump that's been hanging in the sky for decades, so that this old bone of mine can have a few days of peace before I die."

"Lord City Lord."

Mark followed Morgan's footsteps and said, "You had someone more suitable for this position."

Morgan sighed and continued, "Yes, Red Hair was my best student and the most outstanding Hunter Commander to date. If she were still alive, she might be the most suitable person."

"She respects you more than anyone else, but when she needed you most, you didn't give her a single chance..."

Taking a deep breath, Morgan turned to Mark and said in a low voice, "Are you still holding a grudge about what happened fifteen years ago?"

Mark, "She's my sister..."

"Those are all family relationships from the old world!"

Morgan suddenly interrupted Mark with a deep, angry shout, turning around and continuing, "You know, the Lighthouse is our last refuge. The harsh post-disaster environment forced us to change our way of life. Whether it's class division, genetic optimization, abolishing family relationships, or even traveling far away, it's all to maximize our chances of survival."

“Each of us must be a part of the lighthouse, but she openly defied the three fundamental laws of survival for her own sake! She disregarded the very survival of the lighthouse!”

Mark knew all this, but regarding the current situation at the Lighthouse, he could also feel how suffocating the Three Laws were to humanity. He said, "Don't we have any other choice? I've experienced so many battles on the ground; I know better than anyone how dangerous they are. We always thought it was impossible to survive on the ground, but now I've seen humans on the ground. Maybe, maybe the Lighthouse has other options..."

Morgan's face darkened, and he interrupted Mark again, saying in a deep voice, "We have no other choice! And it's impossible for us to go back to living on the surface. You have no idea how dangerous they are."

"what?"

Mark was startled by this last sentence; he had a feeling that the "they" Morgan was referring to were not the Devouring Beasts.

But Morgan didn't want to continue, so he turned around and said, "The ceremony will be held in seven days. After you've handed over your responsibilities, I will tell you everything on the day you take over."

"Lord City Lord..."

"Go down."

Mark was unwilling, but he could only turn around and leave.

As he was leaving, Morgan suddenly said, "You said you saw a woman on the ground."

"Yes."

Morgan sighed and said, "Sometimes, people are blinded by their own eyes. Forget about it and don't mention it again."

Mark was still unwilling, but he could only bow slightly and turn to leave.