Faen's roar didn't just echo in this one abandoned factory, but in every slave labor group that Soona had confirmed as trustworthy.
Through specially set up lines, the same voice spread out through crude megaphones assembled by the workers. Thus, the organization established by Faen finally had its own name. And when the name "Wind of Change" first reached the ears of the Chem-Barons and their running dogs, it was the beginning of the revolution.
Having waited for this day for a long time, Soona ordered her old subordinates and brothers from the past to distribute the weapons prepared during this period and those saved from the past to the worker groups.
And upon discovering that Faen wasn't just talking for fun, but truly intended to give Zaun a completely new look, the people also responded with the purest anger.
"They are no longer ordinary chem-slaves! They are thugs! They are rebels! We must gather immediately and annihilate them! Not a single one left!!"
In the middle level of Zaun, inside the Zaun Council Hall, Spindlaw furiously slapped the table and looked at the surrounding Chem-Barons, saying, "Don't all of you play dumb here! You all heard it! You definitely all heard it! Those guys' goal is to take our lives! Not just my life, but the lives of all Chem-Barons! And now they have already occupied half of the bottom-level Sump. If you still have some brains, figure out a way together with me!!"
"Calm down, Spindlaw." Beside him, Smeech let out a crazy laugh. This white-haired yordle, due to living in Zaun, had also been affected by Zaun's own magical elements, becoming crazy and difficult to approach.
"I know you are heartbroken over your factories, but didn't we lose factories too? Oh, right, your factories are all down below, the bottom-level Sump is your turf. You suffered the biggest loss, no wonder you're so anxious, hahahahaha~~~"
Smeech let out an exaggerated loud laugh. Even the people who were already used to this crazy yordle couldn't help feeling a headache and annoyance at his rambling words.
"Alright, shut up." Located at the very front, Silco injected Shimmer into his eyeball, feeling the wild magical energy acting on his flesh and nerves. If it were in the past, the current Silco would definitely feel radiant and a hundred times more energetic. But now... he could only say it was okay.
When Jinx left earlier, she asked Faen for some joy factor. After returning to Silco, Jinx handed it directly to Silco to make it convenient for him to understand and study it.
And just with a simple try, the current Silco felt somewhat addicted... The reason for the addiction was because Silco knew it was harmless and non-addictive. But precisely because of this, Silco became increasingly addicted. However, he could still control it.
And now, having recovered his spirit through the Shimmer solution, Silco also cast his gaze at the people on both sides of the table. Meeting Silco's gaze, the people looked at each other and then fell into silence one after another.
Although they could use their factories to hollow out Silco's power, preventing Silco from truly mastering the power of the entire Zaun to fight to the death with Piltover, Silco mastered the lifeblood of them all—Shimmer.
Before the core technology of Shimmer's production materials was cracked, no one could truly defy Silco's will.
Which factory owner would want their factory to reduce production?
"Shut up? You tell me to shut up? How do you want me to shut up! Those are my factories! Don't forget there are your shares in there too, Silco!" Spindlaw didn't care about this or that—the fucking Undercity was his turf, and his factories accounted for almost seventy percent there. His status in the Zaun Council also stemmed from his control over the Undercity. Now the Undercity was gone. Although his wealth was still an astronomical figure, without power, who would give a damn about a guy with empty wealth?
"Then who do you plan to send to resist the Azure Demon's vanguard?" Silco said coldly: "If I guessed correctly, the attack at the concert should have been initiated by you. How nice, you gave the Azure Demon... gave that guy named Faen an opportunity to let people know his power. The chem-thugs in the Undercity suffered over half casualties, and now they don't even dare to resist. Otherwise, how could the Undercity be occupied by that guy so quickly?!"
Hearing this, Spindlaw's voice choked. After a moment of silence, he also took a deep breath and said, "Then what are you going to do? Just watch like this? Waiting for that guy named Faen to swallow the Undercity, and then crush you all one by one?"
To this, the many Chem-Barons present also let out brief sounds of discussion. A moment later, everyone cast their gaze toward Silco.
As the nominal King of Zaun, feeling these people's gazes, Silco appeared calm on the surface, but kept sneering in his heart.
How nice, as soon as encountering trouble, they remembered there was still him...
However, Silco didn't express these emotions, but said after a moment of silence, "That organization called Wind of Change must be annihilated! It has to be! They are a threat to the entire Zaun!"
But right after this sentence fell, Silco shifted the topic and said, "But annihilating the Wind of Change, especially when the Wind of Change has such a tricky character like the Azure Demon, will inevitably consume a large number of soldiers and supplies. Who should pay for these supply consumptions?"
Hearing this, everyone who was originally silent once again cast their gaze toward Spindlaw. It was just that unlike the previous coldness, this time their gazes were full of eagerness. They were truly supporting Silco's proposal from the bottom of their hearts—worthy of being the King of Zaun, hitting the key point of the problem right away!!
"Yeah, the Undercity is full of your factories. We help you take it back... we can't get nothing, right?" Chem-Baroness Renni said enthusiastically: "How should the factory's profits be divided?"
"You, you people!!" Gritting his teeth and looking at everyone in front of him, Spindlaw's face was full of anger, but he was powerless to refute. It was foreseeable that he was bound to bleed heavily. But he had no choice, because if no one was willing to contribute money and manpower, he wouldn't just be bleeding, but losing everything.
As the Chem-Barons enthusiastically divided Spindlaw's factory profits, plans to suppress the Undercity riot were also put on the agenda.
And just as the Chem-Barons' suppression operation had barely drafted a plan...
"Here, this is their draft plan."
Barging in from outside, Jinx, who was familiar with every corner of Zaun, could always appear in front of Faen in unexpected ways and directions. Then, she slapped a stack of rough paper directly onto the desk in front of Faen, while saying boredly:
"Take a quick look. If there's anywhere you need help, let me know. When the time comes, I'll have Silco exert some effort when formulating the plan, pushing it a bit in the direction you envision."
"Oh? Then I must take a good look."
Hearing Jinx's words, Faen also took the plan Jinx brought over with a playful face. Looking at the draft plan the Chem-Barons had just formulated, just a brief review, and a look of understanding appeared in Faen's eyes.
While Faen used his fingertips to flip through those somewhat rough pages of draft paper, he naturally pulled Zeri into his embrace. Hidden under that oversized jacket, the young girl's delicate body, which was burning hot from inhaling an excessive amount of "joy factor" during the mass gathering just now, writhed restlessly on his lap. Zeri was currently wearing nothing underneath. Inside her still red and swollen flower house, the thick milk poured into her that morning squeezed out from her crevice with a "squelch" at her movements, flowing greasily down the roots of her thighs.
"Ngh... Faen... don't... Jinx is watching..." Zeri suppressed her panting, her hands desperately gripping Faen's hard pectoral muscles. The fine electric arcs crackling amidst her hair highlighted her extremely unstable emotional state at this moment.
Faen, however, paid no mind. His rough large hand reached directly under the hem of her jacket and into that muddy wetness. The moment his fingertips parted the dripping crevice, a gush of scalding hot love juices sprayed onto his fingers like a fountain. He maliciously thrust two fingers into that tight, hot, and wet vaginal canal, mimicking the rhythm of his frantic pounding from the morning, ruthlessly pressing against her already ruined cervix.
"Ah... hng! It's too deep... I'm going to break... haah..." Zeri threw her snow-white neck back, her eyes instantly losing focus into dazed heart shapes. That extreme sense of shame of being desecrated in front of Jinx was magnified by the joy factor into the most violent ecstasy.
Without lifting his head from the plan, Faen used his middle finger to accurately hook and stroke the most sensitive bump on her inner wall. Zeri's body convulsed violently, her pair of plump breasts heavily squeezing and rubbing against Faen's chest with her body's spasms. Accompanied by a sweet, almost depraved wail, the girl's lower abdomen suddenly tightened, and a scalding hot stream of squirting fluids sprayed onto Faen's wrist like a water cannon, splashing lewd wet marks onto the draft paper on the desk.
It wasn't until Zeri collapsed limply in his arms, her eyes unfocused, that Faen unhurriedly withdrew his hand covered in white strands and continued speaking calmly:
"These Chem-Barons, compared to helping their compatriots, unsurprisingly still hope more to seize this opportunity to expand their own spheres of influence." While speaking, Faen also considered the current organizational scale of the Wind of Change.
Although it was just a night's time, after this period of development, and with Faen's powerful strength as backing, on the very first night the Wind of Change was truly established, it had already successfully occupied half of the bottom-level Sump.
Especially with Soona's help, although there were still conflicts and frictions at the edges of this half of the bottom-level Sump, facing off against the Chem-Barons' troops, they had already lost their confidence. In at most three days, the bottom-level Sump would completely fall into the hands of the Wind of Change.
Thinking this, Faen also said, "Think of a way to make them deepen their connection with Piltover, best to dispatch some elite Enforcer troops."
"Hm?" Hearing this, a flash of surprise passed through Jinx's eyes, then she said straightforwardly, "Aren't you taking too big a step? Is it not good to provoke Piltover right now?"
"Strike one punch to avoid a hundred punches," Faen said. "Since we have to fight sooner or later, it's better to strike proactively. Besides, having some Piltovians in hand will also be more convenient for our subsequent plans... By the way, the day after tomorrow, have Silco find a way to come see me. You, and any other trustworthy guys, come along too."
"...What are you going to do?" Jinx tilted her head suspiciously.
"To prevent Zaun from turning back into that shitty state after I leave, I'm designing a special insurance." As Faen spoke, he reached into his pocket, and then held out his hand in front of Jinx.
Seeing this, Jinx reached out and caught it. Looking down, it was a Bluebird amulet.
This caught Jinx's attention.
Compared to girls like Zeri and Seraphine who knew nothing about Zaun's past stories, although Jinx's experiences were unspeakable, relatively speaking, they were at least happy—as a father, Vander undoubtedly fulfilled his responsibilities, allowing Powder and Vi to both have a relatively beautiful childhood. And in that era when Zaun was relatively peaceful and not yet exploited by the Chem-Barons as it is today, the legends about Janna were also more widespread than they are now.
Almost every child had heard legends and stories related to her from their parents' mouths. It was just that later, with Silco's rise to power, many children lost their parents. And even if they didn't lose their parents, with the Chem-Barons' exploitation worsening, working sixteen hours a day, they didn't have the spare time and energy to tell stories to their children...
If it were in the past, Jinx wouldn't take this kind of thing to heart. But now, she already knew Faen's story about the Joy Demon. Although she wasn't very clear about these mystical things, with Faen as a precedent, there were some things Jinx couldn't help but believe. Like now, hesitating for a moment, Jinx couldn't help asking, "The legends are true?"
"It's true, she never left." Faen nodded, then added: "Just incredibly weak."
Hearing this, Jinx nodded as if realizing something. Then she stood there motionless.
Seeing this, Faen also put down what he was doing and cast his gaze toward Jinx, saying, "What's wrong? Do you still have something you want to ask?"
Although it was an interrogative sentence, there wasn't any questioning intent in Faen's voice. It felt more like giving Jinx an out, allowing Jinx to smoothly and frankly say those words she didn't know how to speak.
"...I'm fine."
Facing Faen's concern, Jinx frowned slightly. She could feel Faen was doing this for her own good, but she was instinctively rejecting these good intentions released by others for her... But Faen knew this wasn't because Jinx was hard to approach, but because she was afraid of suffering betrayal again because of this, and getting hurt as a result. She was just instinctively protecting herself.
So Faen wasn't anxious either, just saying peacefully, "Is it about Vi?"
"...Mmhmm." Silenced for a moment, Jinx simply nodded. Although she seemed to admit her inner thoughts, her body involuntarily crossed her arms, leaning slightly backward against the wall, her face lowered.
Even without the perception of the joy factor, Faen could tell Jinx's inner resistance and opposition through these subconscious movements and micro-expression changes.
"Although she doesn't say it, she still worries about you in her heart." Faen didn't let Jinx beat around the bush, but said directly:
"Although my communication with Vi wasn't very deep, I can feel she still holds apologies in her heart towards you. At the same time, she holds hostility towards your choice of joining the faction of Silco, your father's murderer. This love for her family and sister, and hatred for the enemy's subordinate, makes her heart intertwined in pain. So now she wants to use her identity as an Enforcer to make you leave Zaun, even if it means putting you in Stillwater Hold."
Hearing this, the corners of Jinx's mouth twitched a few times, and a large number of complex emotions and thoughts surfaced in her eyes. Watching silently from the side, Zeri might not be very clear, but Seraphine, who could hear the song of all things, was already shocked—how could a person's mental melody be complicated to this extent?
Mental illness is like this. Constant inner tug-of-war and self-contradiction, to the point where even Jinx herself didn't know what state her mind had swelled into amidst this constant internal friction. Put into a mind-cleansing context, her personality could probably excrete for a day and a night and still remain conscious.
"Tch." Even though she thought a bunch of words in her heart, in the end, Jinx just let out a feigned indifferent "tch", giving people the feeling as if she didn't care at all.
But just in the next moment, as Jinx just raised her head, she saw Faen extending a finger, on which rested a drop of pale yellow blood plasma.
"Want some joy factor?" Faen proposed.