Blackstone Code-Chapter 513: A Bright Future

Nagaryll’s sanitation issues have long hindered certain industries, such as tourism.
Don’t underestimate tourism; in underdeveloped regions, it often contributes far more to the economy than nearly non-existent industrial sectors. In many similar countries, tourism forms the backbone of the economy.
Building an industry chain suited to the local environment around tourism is much simpler than developing industry.
Nagaryll has abundant tourist resources—beyond its long, high-quality coastline and countless beaches, the inland offers vast grasslands and dense primeval forests, all excellent landscapes.
Add activities like hunting, and these generate substantial profits annually.
So why has Nagaryll’s tourism developed so slowly?
Simply put: it’s too dirty.
Tourists enjoy pristine natural environments, but living in a filthy area is torturous. Though they may seem similar, the feelings they evoke are completely different.
Piles of garbage in the city urgently need removal. Driven by Lynch and other Federation businessmen, the city hall held its first-ever meeting not serving the ruling class—in name, it aimed to clean the city and maintain hygiene for the citizens.
The invitees were mostly respected local figures, giving the meeting a unique atmosphere.
Nagaryll is governed by different clans. Each clan leader serves as the governor of a province, while various relatives hold local government posts.
This creates
clan
structures in society; people living in the same village or street form a public clan, where respected elders hold decisive influence.
“The sanitation problems make our people more susceptible to illness. I have a here—from the start of this year until now, over…” The mayor glanced at the and paused.
“…24,000 people have died from diseases caused by poor sanitation!”
He was shocked, as were some ers. This seemed almost unbelievable—24,000 deaths a year averages about 2,000 per month, or at least 60-70 per day.
Yet they didn’t notice ongoing deaths or any daily fatalities.
This is a classic example of survivor bias, even a kind of cognitive blindness.
Not knowing doesn’t mean it’s not happening. Many die in poorly equipped hospitals, but not everyone watches over them daily.
Some die at home. To avoid stigma—in Nagaryll’s culture, the sick are often seen as morally bad or punished for past lives—families secretly bury their dead.
Actual death tolls are higher; slums on the city outskirts more deaths each year, but no one bothers to them.
When fatal contagious diseases appear in slums, city hall sends people to disperse the residents, driving them into the wilderness, which is more dangerous. Deaths in slums are quietly burned or buried without public notice.
This survivor bias makes locals accept these tragedies as normal world order, causing shock when faced with the truth.
Looking at the ordinary people attending, the mayor suddenly felt Lynch’s push for this proposal might be genuine. His expression grew more serious.
“Many die yearly due to sanitation problems—deaths that shouldn’t happen. We living here cause these issues. From today, I need you to care for your personal hygiene and your surroundings.”
The attendees discussed the issue without much concern. After brief shock, they accepted it, believing in local terms that these deaths were atonement for past sins, so the victims wouldn’t live long this life.
If it’s divine punishment, then it’s not their problem. Everyone thought that even if they weren’t good in past lives, they were ordinary, so at least they’d live safely now.
This attitude is a major cause of Nagaryll’s filth and disorder. People feel most problems don’t involve them, so why make changes?
Whether for the country or themselves.
The mayor frowned, tugged his shirt, and adjusted his waist—a habit from his police chief days showing anger or discomfort.
He had learned to
show my best side
as
stay composed even when angry
, a personal growth over a month.
“This is not a request, but a demand!” His face grew cold, his smile forced. “This city belongs to all of us, not any one individual.”
“Starting January 1, patrols will find and punish those responsible for unsanitary streets or uncollected trash. You will be expelled from this city and Mong Wu Province!”
This shocked everyone. Being expelled for poor sanitation? Some shouted this was tyranny.
Others said they couldn’t possibly control who dumped trash where. If neighbors littered on their streets, is that their fault?
Nagaryll’s frequent street fights worry many; without better plans, harsh rules risk sparking ongoing violence, which no one wants.
The mayor shouted for order, but voices drowned him out. Finally, he grabbed a police baton from a guard and slammed it on the table, silencing the crowd.
He glared, placed the baton down, straightened his clothes and collar.
“I invited you as a courtesy. If you continue like this, next time I won’t even bother notifying you—even if I have to bring a dog!”
His eyes scanned the crowd as if memorizing faces.
“Mayor, this is unfair. Your demands are impossible,” someone interrupted; others murmured agreement.
The mayor frowned slightly. “I haven’t finished.”
He paused. “Lynch and some Federation businessmen investing locally heard about my plan to improve city sanitation. They also noted the city’s power shortage, so they combined both issues.”
“They will buy the city’s burnable dry waste at one Valier per pound. Dry waste means trash that won’t drip water when lifted by net bags. This waste will be used for power generation…”
Lynch showed no smile at the restless crowd. In his view, this method had nothing praiseworthy—just a simple incentive to steer people along his plan.
Electricity is scarce here. On city outskirts and common residential areas, power cuts happen daily. Factories face cuts when idle.
Future development needs ample power; advanced Federation equipment requires electricity. New power plants are part of Lynch’s plan.
Geography makes hydropower unlikely—flat plains lack sufficient elevation drop and fast-flowing rivers. So thermal power is the focus.
This also solves the city’s garbage problem, as burning trash provides cheap fuel.But if Lynch hired people to do this work, it would clearly be unprofitable.
He had already noticed the deep-rooted flaws in Nagaryll’s people. Without supervision, those tasked with collecting trash would likely waste the whole day sunbathing, then casually pick a few pieces at night to meet quotas and collect their pay.
Low efficiency plus wage costs was not Lynch’s preferred approach, so he slightly changed the strategy.
Now, offering one Valier per pound (circa 0.5 kg) of dry waste fully motivates people—not just adult men, but women and children also join in.
Together, working for a better future for Nagaryll!