Buy the Land And Cultivate in Different World

Nowadays, the no-life king, called the president, was a living person.

He was summoned from another world about half a century ago, just when Japan was booming in what was called a period of high economic growth.

At that time, people said that it was working without a single eye.

The economy itself was growing rapidly, so the more you work, the clearer the results will appear.

It's a pleasure to be clear and responsive, so it seems that working in those days was also quite a pleasure.

Born and raised in such an era, the president (human time) was a businessman who ran around in the front line.

All of a sudden I was summoned by the otherworld, but my roots remained the same, and I continued to work vigorously with my business card in my hands.

To work.

That was the significance of his existence and his life work.

Even if I die and become a zombie, it doesn't change my essence.

He will continue to work. His peculiar way of being as an immortal came from his name "president".

But what's still frightening about the president...!?

Well then, where should we work!? What should we work for?? I want to work every minute! I want to work breathlessly soon!! "

What a willingness to work.

Yes, that's what made him into a songwriter no-life king who could stand alongside us. Saints, why do you think people work in the first place? ”

In response to the teacher's question, I silently think of an answer.

"After all... isn't that to make money?"

We need money to live as human beings. The labor to make that money... it's a cinnabar.

In other words, working is living.

There, I felt uncomfortable when I said, "Haha?"

"Yes, we, the No-Life King, are the undead..." In other words, he is already dead. You don't have to live because you're dead. That's why we can't work to live our lives. ”

Things that have been freed from the effort to live, that is the immortal.

However, there is a No-Life King who is still trapped in what he was supposed to be when he died.

That's the president.

A white bone no-life king in a wide backdrop.

"I've been surprised by this immortal body. First of all, the immortal will not die! You're already dead, of course! What do you think will happen then!?"

"Hah...?"

That's a tension undead.

You don't have to eat first! And you don't have to sleep! They're all life-sustaining, so it doesn't matter to me if I'm already dead! What happens then? In light of my work!

What's going to happen?

You don't have to rest! You don't need a holiday! You don't have to leave! I can work 24 hours!

……

Wait a minute?

Does that seem like a strange assumption?

If you want to say more, you don't need a salary! The Undead are dead, so we don't have to eat them! And even if you get the money, you won't be able to use it! You can work indefinitely without pay or rest! Isn't there something so wonderful about it? No, I don't!

I almost nodded unexpectedly because I was telling too much... "

It's not, is it?

That's a mistake, isn't it?

This feeling that there is a hanging difference from the most fundamental part.

You don't have to work if you're already dead.

This is the end of it.

However, the president who distracts himself from that conviction and moves forward only by working is indeed terrifying.

The degree of unidentified horror may indeed be comparable to that of Sanxian...!?

I have a dream.

You didn't even ask. Did you tell him?

To work, you need to have a job goal. I'm going to unite with these big, like-minded folks and start my own company, the Undead! Don't you think it's amazing? An at-home workplace where all employees do not need a holiday, salary, or benefits!! "

It's a home away from home.

So, while listening to the story, the "horror of the president" that Belfegamilia said.

Zombies don't have to work hard to survive.

What happens then is that working zombies do not incur labor costs.

Moving people around the world costs the most money.

You don't need money to survive, you don't need to spend money on the Undead.

And you don't need to rest, you don't need to rest, you don't need to take a holiday.

I can make you work thousands of hours.

There's no way a normal human could beat such zombie productivity.

More than a slave.

What if the president pulls such a zombie company and enters the human market?

Cut the highest labour costs by 100 percent.

And it can be operated without rest for twenty-four hours.

Existing businesses will be wiped out by competition.

Every industrial industry by humans is decayed, and only humans can ride in a world where zombies keep spinning.

Still, it was fine at first.

Work is nothing but a hassle for the dead, and the living can spend as much time as they want.

But can the human spirit endure every day without any goals or tensions?

The spirit that stopped the flow slowly decayed.

Eventually, the body will be old and decayed, and on a clear and perished dawn, it will be undead and engaged in eternal labor...

"Isn't that the dystopian!?"

Horrible! What a horrible future!?

Is this the true nature of the horror of the president of No-Life King, which is comparable to that of Sanhui!?

“In a way, the president may be the no-life king who tries to have the most impact on human society. Labor also has a service aspect."

Furthermore, there is only good intentions underlying the actions. For him, labor is a good deed, and basically objectively so we can't stop it. "

It would be easier to stop it if there was obvious malice like the emperor.

That's a merciless heavenly act.

Hey.

The teacher and Belfegamilia talk to each other.

The president of No-Life King is the most horrible immortal who spreads the good intentions of labor around the world and eventually invites it to a stagnant dystopia.

The crisis of the world there now...!?

"But why has such a dangerous existence ever let go of the wild? Given his willingness to work, wouldn't it have been good if the president's share had already reached 100 percent of the world?"

That's the work of the young monk there.

That's why the teacher points to Ms. Belfegamilia.

He scratched the head of his nose like it was shining...

"I ran into the president while wandering." Just a few conversations and I can see how bad it is. That's how trembling it is. That's why I made up my mind and offered him a "never-ending job". "

A job that never ends...!?

"There is a vast dune at the northern end of the Demon Kingdom." That's how the whole realm fits in. So I went to the president. "

-- "Wow, I wish you could count all the grains of sand in this dune. You really want to save me?

― ― Is there anyone who can take this job?

and.

"The president who loves to work is caught by the neck, and until today, the president has been counting the sand for decades in the magical dunes where people are not nearby."

It's a great idea for a young monk. The wind blows in the dunes, and if new sand flows in, the old sand may be blown away. If that happens, it won't end forever. "

Those who only think about work should leave a job that is neither poison nor medicine empty for cheering.

You've made this world as peaceful as it is today.

"Well, it's only because you're lazy, like me, that you can see the danger immediately." I also trained under a master. If an unfamiliar person suddenly saw a no-life king, he would have fled in a fright first.... "

In that sense, Belfegamilia was lucky to have found the president.

Exactly what you do is the Savior.

But now that the boss has thrown out his sand counting job, he's right in front of us.

... is it my fault?

I talked about labor with ease, and the president came to me with that sign.

In this way, the president who removed the yoke of sand grain work will collapse the human society.

This is my fault...!

I have to stop the boss somehow!