Chapter 5: Zimourman Axel Robin

Charlot Mecklenburg never imagined that he would be assigned to work at Kilmainham Prison, gain the appreciation of Miss Menielman, his senior, and even receive an unexpected promotion with a raise.
However, no matter how perfect the start, it could not alleviate the pressure deep within his heart.

The room gradually darkened. Charlot didn’t turn on any lights—there were no lights to turn on. Outside the window, the street was pitch-black with no streetlamps, a stark contrast to the world he had come from.

In that other world, every city had streetlights, illuminating the night brighter than the stars in the sky. But such a world was now a thing of the past.

After a long pause, Charlot clenched his fist gently, gave a small wave, and muttered under his breath, “Huang Haisheng, you did well today. Keep up the good work tomorrow. You’ve got this.”

He gave himself a word of encouragement, pulled out his kerosene lighter, flicked the gear, struck the flint, and lit an oil lamp in the room.

No lights to turn on, but a light to ignite.

Though dim and faint, an oil lamp was still a source of light.

Charlot observed his room for a while. The Savings Union apartments were exclusively provided for single young people, so all the units had one-bedroom layouts.

It had a private bathroom, a sign of this era’s advances in sewage systems, but no separate kitchen. Meals had to be simple—coffee brewed on a kerosene stove, some soup, or basic porridge.

The room’s layout combined a bedroom and study. There was a desk, not too large but sufficient for writing, a wardrobe for clothing, and a single armchair.

When Charlot saw the kerosene stove, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of hunger—he hadn’t eaten all day.

Miss Menielman had apparently forgotten this, as she hadn’t eaten anything herself, nor had she prepared food for Charlot.

Charlot got up, lit the kerosene stove under the faint glow of the oil lamp, and found a few potatoes, some vegetables resembling peas, a bottle of what looked and smelled like curry seasoning, and half a loaf of hard, black bread.

This era lacked electricity, but the apartment had running water. Charlot filled half a pot with clean water, peeled and chopped the potatoes, tossed in a handful of peas, and added two spoonfuls of curry seasoning. Once the water boiled, he broke the black bread into pieces and threw it in.

A few minutes later, Charlot served the meal onto a plate.

To be honest, it tasted terrible.

But after a day without food, Charlot didn’t care about the flavor. He quickly finished the pot of food and boiled half a pot of water to brew some black tea.

The tea, part of his rations, had a strong and peculiar flavor. Unlike Earth’s black tea, it tasted like a mix of chili and Sichuan peppercorn water—strange but invigorating.

Charlot frowned as he sipped the tea, sat back in his wicker chair, and pulled out his Diary. He hesitated for a moment but did not open it.

When he returned from Cynes, Charlot had entrusted his luggage to the Imperial Postal Service for shipping, carrying only this Diary with him. He had discovered it just before leaving and had only skimmed the last few pages, which confirmed that its previous owner had died while summoning an evil god. He had yet to examine the full contents.

The faint light of the oil lamp strained his eyes, discouraging him from reading.

What worried him even more was that the Diary carried traces of the evil god’s aura. Its former owner had perished due to summoning the god, and Charlot feared seeing something "unclean."

Taking small sips of tea, Charlot idly reflected on the documents he had read earlier in the day, trying to pass the time.

To be honest, he hadn’t expected to uncover so many shocking secrets.

Most of the files revolved around one man.

Zimourman Axel Robin!

This man came from a noble lineage. His original name: Zimourman Robin.

Five epochs ago, Saroses Robin had helped King Axel rise from commoner to the throne, securing the kingship with loyalty, valor, iron will, and great achievements. He became the eternal inheritor of the Fars Empire’s highest title.

Even before Saroses Robin’s meteoric rise, the Robin family had already been one of the oldest noble houses in the Ingrima Empire. The family had produced countless scholars, military strategists, adventurers, unparalleled warriors, and swordmasters who roamed freely, defying all constraints.

In the newly formed Fars Empire, the Robin family’s power, prestige, and status surpassed even their standing during the Ingrima Empire era.

From an early age, Zimourman exhibited extraordinary talent. At the age of six, he was admitted to Habosk Public Academy and graduated first in his class three years later, earning admission to the First National Institute.

All public academies in the empire followed a credit-based system, with the average time to complete all coursework being six and a half years.

Habosk Public Academy, the empire’s top-ranked academy, was notorious for its rigorous curriculum. It wasn’t uncommon for students to take more than eight years to graduate, and even ten-year veterans were not rare.

That Zimourman completed his studies in just three years, graduating first in his class, made him a figure of unparalleled brilliance among his peers. To call him the empire’s future star was no exaggeration.

Charlot, by comparison, had graduated in five years, ranking 89th in his class from the much less prestigious Leman Public Academy, a second-tier school.

But Zimourman Robin’s accomplishments didn’t end there. At thirteen, he completed his studies at the First National Institute with ease, earning admission to Royal Hogwich University. There, he was hailed as a once-in-a-century prodigy, finishing his studies before the age of twenty.

After graduation, he declined numerous lucrative job offers, choosing instead to join the Imperial Navy. Within a year, he rose from the captain of a third-class ship to the commander of a five-ship naval fleet. Under his leadership, the fleet crushed eight pirate groups in succession and subdued the Dongli Kingdom, turning it into an imperial overseas territory.

He should have naturally become the governor of the Dongli Kingdom, but this man refused the appointment and... revolted!

He joined the largest pirate group.

This prodigy of the heavens immediately became the most wanted criminal on the Imperial Bounty List, with a staggering bounty of 500,000 gold écus—an unprecedented sum!

Before his infamy, the highest bounty for a pirate king was just 116,000 gold écus, and the combined bounty of the top ten pirates totaled only 486,000 gold écus.

The empire was gripped by a frenzy of speculation. No one could fathom why he would abandon such a promising future to plunge into depravity.

The king was furious, publicly humiliating the Robin family patriarch multiple times.

In response, the enraged patriarch disowned Zimourman, announcing in a public declaration: “The Robin family will never accept a traitor to the empire.”

No one could have foreseen what this audacious man would do next. Zimourman Robin joined the pirate king’s fleet, and within half a year, he challenged the pirate king head-on.

In a carefully orchestrated public showdown, he killed the pirate king—a legend who had ruled the seven seas for over fifty years and had even rivaled the Imperial Navy.

In the next three years, Zimourman Robin united the sixteen pirate fleets of the seven seas, earning unrivaled prestige as the new pirate king.

Then, Zimourman Robin made a decision that shocked the world. He led the united pirate fleet back to the empire...

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