Merlin looked up and gazed at the three magical airships parked in the sky. Whenever he looked at them, he was always shocked. These airships are the products of magic alchemy "technology" from another world. Each one is like a giant creature, with streamlined hulls shining with metallic luster in the sun, and the surface is covered with complex magic arrays, emitting a faint blue light. Each airship is equipped with a huge thruster at the bottom, which rotates slowly as if preparing for the upcoming action.

At this time, a dozen teachers walked up to Merlin with flattering smiles on their faces. One of the earth magicians from the secret academy excitedly shook Merlin's hand, his tone full of expectation: "President Merlin, I'll trouble you to cooperate this time."

Merlin smiled and replied, "Of course." He knew that these teachers came to the construction site in the lower city specifically to conduct an audit, and the content of the audit was exactly the new major he proposed to establish in the Arcane Academy - civil engineering.

The purpose of establishing this major is to teach students how to correctly use earth magic to build houses. At the same time, a design major will also be opened to teach related content such as house and building layout, fire safety, water conservancy engineering, and even "advanced" techniques such as puttying and plastering.

Garant walked forward and asked Merlin, "Boss, where are you going to make the transformation?"

Electrolux pointed to a row of buildings across from the central square and said calmly, "This row of buildings has been bought by the Merlin Chamber of Commerce. You will start construction here next."

The row of buildings looked dilapidated, with mottled walls and broken windows, exuding a slum atmosphere, as if telling the hardships and helplessness of the residents here.

Garant took out the design drawings that he had prepared long ago, checked them carefully, patted his chest, and said confidently: "Leave it to us!" He then directed the students behind him to start work quickly.

The students put on their safety helmets in unison, took out the building materials from their space rings, and began to pile them up in the square. As the orders were given, various magic spells began to be performed. Earth magic flew in the students' hands, and the dilapidated building materials turned into dust in the air and were quickly cleaned up. Wood, bricks and stones were rearranged in an instant, as if performing a gorgeous dance. The wind magic quickly transports the cleared garbage away, and the ground becomes clean and tidy in an instant.

Teachers watched from the sidelines, taking notes and assessing the feasibility of setting up this separate subject. They were focused and rigorous, secretly thinking about the future curriculum and teaching plans.

Residents of the lower town watched curiously, looking out, confused as to what exactly was going on.

Merlin looked at this scene, feeling a lot of emotions in his heart. Freshmen are easy to be deceived. As long as he tells them that they can get credits by helping out at the construction site, they will rush over. He doesn't need to call them together in person, and he doesn't even have to pay them. They even have to buy their own lunch and dinner.

Look at these freshmen, those orcs who are as strong as bulls, easily carrying heavy construction materials; and look at those members of the sea tribe, who can cast water magic at any time. It is really convenient. The dwarves are born to be builders, with strong hands-on skills, almost like civil engineering saints.

Merlin was secretly pleased, thinking that with the joint efforts of these students and after a month of hard work, the commercial street in the central square of the downtown area would be completely transformed.

Night falls in the lower city of the Arcane City, and darkness shrouds this forgotten corner. In stark contrast to the prosperity of Midtown and Uptown, this is a shabby and lifeless place. In the dark alley, the figures of several beggars and homeless people can be vaguely seen. They huddled in the corner, shivering, as if they dared not even to dream.

The doors and windows of every household were closed, as if to resist the intrusion of the outside world. Only the faint light of the dilapidated taverns could be seen, and noisy sounds, vulgar laughter and quarrels were intertwined, harsh and ruthless.

At the entrance of the tavern, you can see several revealingly dressed cat-eared girls and rabbit-eared girls. They are heavily made-up, with a look of helplessness and expectation in their eyes. They seem ready to receive customers at any time, but their smiles cannot conceal the hardships of their lives. This scene is in sharp contrast to the prosperity of Midtown and Uptown. The latter's bright lights and nightlife are intertwined with the former's darkness and desolation, as if telling the two sides of this city.

Late at night, no one dared to approach the darker the alley, but Bolt was different. He walked through the alley full of garbage and sewage, frowning slightly. This isn't really a slum, it's just labeled that way because orcs gather here. Despite the depressed and dilapidated environment and the degenerate people everywhere, Bolt was once a part of it.

Unlike most orcs, he had a mother who loved him and taught him the virtues of gold. Although my father was a member of a gang, he never bullied the weak. The so-called gang was actually just a mutual aid association composed of a group of orcs who couldn't survive.

But I don’t know when this mutual aid association began to change. Bolt vaguely remembered that before his death, his father hoped that he could lead the orcs to fight for a dignified future, which was also the goal his father pursued all his life.

However, Bolt knew that he did not have that ability. Even though he became the gang leader and had a great reputation, he still failed to realize his father's wish. Instead, for the survival of his gang members, he acquiesced to the so-called "Orc way of survival" and became a "thug" for the rich for money.

This is not what Bolt desires. He didn't want to see the Orcs reduced to thieves and thugs. In this environment full of gangs and lacking discipline and leadership, family ties become the only bond and the only teacher who teaches survival skills.

However, in such an environment, the children of thieves are destined to become thieves, the children of thugs will eventually embark on the path of fighting and killing, the children of prostitutes will only become prostitutes, and the fate of orcs often ends in tragedy.

Bolt realized that his gang was on the wrong track, so he resolutely resigned from his position as leader and left the "home" he had built with his own hands, determined to open up a new path for the orcs, a path full of dignity. He wanted to save his race and stop them from sinking into darkness and despair.

He looked at the only pub with lights on at the end of the alley, and a determined look appeared on his face. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, he will move forward bravely, for himself and for those forgotten compatriots. An indomitable fire ignited in his heart, illuminating the journey he was about to embark on.