How the Villain Lives

25. Winners and losers.

A man who was asleep on a lavishly decorated bed, Jack, wakes up.

The anger and heavy feeling that had just happened while sleeping remained all over the body. The offensive helplessness has never been felt before. Circulated magical power, but no offense. And as soon as he remembered what had just happened, Jack started laughing like crazy.

"Hahahahaha! I, I, I! I'm dead?"

I did not suppress the soaring anger. Rather, it amplified it further and expressed it externally. A room full of expensive pickups and decorations soon began to turn into a mess. Jack, who had been chaotic for a while with his bloody eyes, quickly opened the door roughly and went out.

A luxurious corridor stretched out, but that was not unusual. Several people beside the hallway curled up, trembling less with frightened eyes.

There were some women and some men, but the peculiarity was that they all wore harsh clothes that could barely cover their teeth or come out of pornography, and had thick chain necklaces around their necks.

"Sin, sorry!"

"Hiik! I'll do as you say! I mean, please! Please forgive me!"

"Argh!"

With a clear disregard for the people who reacted, Jack picked up the whip on the wall and began to tear them apart. Whenever the whip swings once, the flesh scatters and blood splashes.

But Jack didn't stop.

Rather, he began to whip more and more with a brutal smile, and some of them bit the latter and lost consciousness as it was.

Seeing people barely breathing, Jack threw away the whip, and Rachel, Jack's assistant, came out of the room late, leaning over his head.

"You must not have done what you thought."

"You're not doing what you think you're doing? Don't you have eyes? You better think before you talk, bitch!"

Screw you!

Jack's palm smashed his cheek. It was a very insulting act, but Rachel was not angry or protesting. Rather, I was thinking coldly in a corner of my head.

'The power in your palms is weak. Are you dead?'

A resurrected person is penalized for lethargy and stat reduction for one day. Every time Jack gets really angry and makes a wrist sword, his flesh is torn and blood splashes, and his lips end in a slight blackness, you can see that he is definitely weaker than usual.

"Sorry."

"That's it if you're sorry? This is all because you bastards don't do it right!"

Puck! Puck! Puck!

Rather than kicking a soccer ball, Rachel didn't even think of stopping the fallen people as she looked at Jack in the old car. Some of them were leaders that Rachel once followed.

Linda, a human rights activist and an outstanding prosecutor who insisted on believing in each other at this time, was now staring into the air with one dead eye that had no response to external stimuli.

Blood was shedding all over my body and bruising like a cigar, but I did not sympathize. She was a first-class citizen, she was a slave.

"Rachel, did you break the mission?"

"Yes, in this mission, we were able to mobilize the slaves and reduce the damage completely to zero. Everyone is praising Jack."

"... Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Jack, who seemed to have exploded soon, or had already exploded, began to sink a little angry when he heard it.

"You don't think the human rights guys are gonna get in trouble?"

"They also enjoy the privileges of the institution that Jack created, so it won't harm him either way, will it?"

"It's true, but it's not just people pooping in their heads, it's people who have some decent education, and it's noisy to go to monogamy."

Jack smiles at the fools who think they are the smart ones who make up the majority of the city. The outside and inside are always different laws. When human rights prevails, we should moderately improve the treatment of slaves, and when Silipa prevails, we should squeeze that much more.

People believed that citizen opinions, multiple opinions, led to cities, but that was only a formality to some extent, and ultimately beyond that was dominated by Jack or other powers. As a result, the American cities of LA are always perfectly united.

From the outside, LA was an extremely peaceful and vibrant city. However, it was a city where cruelty and disregard for human rights were everywhere that could not be found in the history of mankind.

"Let's be honest. You don't want to die, do you? You want to survive safely? First of all, you have to survive to be able to take care of others."

Americans, among others, divided citizens' grades from grade 1 to grade 3 and accordingly discriminated against them. The scheme has been quite talkative until recently, but has been tackled as it connects with other cities.

After winning the war, he took most of the people in his city as the lowest ranked slaves and solved the labor supply problem. As slaves are supplied, society begins to roll properly.

There are three representative institutions that cannot be found elsewhere in LA today.

Differences in the ranks enjoyed, of course. Heavenly cities where the notion of human rights does not exist are treated virtually like livestock and where no acts of violence, torture or even murder, enslavement, and finally gambling, liquor, women, etc., are offered all kinds of enjoyment.

There were many people who were reluctant at first, but now everyone enjoyed these things as naturally as they did.

'After all, when you peel it off, it's all about people.'

In that sense, Jack really liked the world. I couldn't imagine doing this when I was on Earth. But what about it? Here he was now called the leader and great prophet who led the Americans.

But Jack, who had always sought victory, was now feeling defeated for the first time.

"Rachel."

"Yes."

"Grab more slaves. We need to implement the expansion and power plan now."

"But if that's the case, there's something wrong with the current operating system."

"I don't care. Get all the people in the prison."

"... a conference room?"

Jack's legitimate contractual skills played a major role when people from other countries fell into slavery. Jack enslaved tens of thousands of people, raising stats, and citizens gained slaves who listened well.

The Dialogue Room was a building that confined people who did not accept the contents of the contract and literally translated them in all sorts of ways. You use the people there?

"I can't stand the cost of running things like that anymore. Force them out and use them wherever you want! It doesn't matter if you stand in front of a dungeon and use it for appetizers or skill skills!"

"Yes, old school!"

When Rachel stepped back, Jack remembered the fight with the ghost. Even though he did something stupid, he didn't know he was going to die. If you think of the overwhelming differences between each other, you should not lose for any reason.

'Was the language clearly Korean? All right, ghosts, pray to God. I hope you don't run into us for as long as you can.'

"Fuck!"

Kwajik!

Sung-hoon, who was so impressed, spit out insults and make the atmosphere worse. Other people in the Guild building were silent or trying to stay out of sight of the Holy Spirit as much as possible, whether they noticed an unusual atmosphere.

"Why do you do that?"

"What? Miriam, are you dead, too?"

"No, I survived to the end."

When you think of the time you died, there should have been a few days of difference, but actually there was not a slight difference in time. That's the point. I convinced God I'd do it somehow.

"Did Sung-hoon die before that?"

"Huh?"

The fact that he is dead cannot be concealed.

However, in front of Miri, it was the Holy Spirit who always had to remain strong, even if it was just a bluff. Sung-hoon, who rotated his head as quickly as possible in a short period of time, was able to come up with a convincing answer to the truth.

"Hah, I got a joint..."

"I got a joint, but I got over it."

"It's not just a joint! The top-rankers gathered in each city fought in a building with almost a hundred people."

Mirina also fought under stats restrictions, so it was great. However, Miri nodded and convinced him, just as he did in the words of the Holy Hun.

"Maybe so. If I were to be joined by a hundred strong people within the top 100 ranks, I wouldn't be able to stand it."

"That's it."

"I can't imagine how violent the battle is because of Sung-hoon."

Dealing with Myrina is still tricky, but fortunately, once you tricked her, she couldn't rot her head any more because she was able to convince herself. In a sense, he was the easiest to use opponent.

Sung-hoon, who groped to see what items had been taken, realized that he had not lost a single item. The hero's set, rune blades, and accessories were all in place.

[Hypocrite's Mask Break]

[Fireworks Collapse]

Even the broken items were asleep in the Goi inventory. It will cost quite a bit, but it works a lot cheaper than getting a new one.

"That's a relief. It must have been a suicide in the aftermath of Hell Fire. Jack must be dead before that."

Normally, it was natural to think he was dead, but I couldn't be sure. I couldn't imagine him dying because of his horrible abilities.

'I can't. There's a limit to working on phonograms. I don't need to see what happens when I see him again!'

Jack Apron, who couldn't express himself properly because of the water level when he was free.

Jack is a great specimen of the bad guys that can be written in textbooks if they're like the bad guys who are running like water, according to the situation.