How the Villain Lives

31. Don't you remember yet?

Not in the dark conference room.

The coalition was once called the Shinxi's most powerful force and was a group that anyone wanted to join, but now it has lost considerable reputation in the past. A cowardly group that only promoted safety in advance of the imminent danger, a guild that had violently suppressed people's protests and caused massive casualties, of course, was wrong, but very few knew the truth.

After all, the forces under the mountain were scattered and fell to the level of a quarter of a heyday, if only on a small scale. Fortunately, there were still four top rankers, Yu Baek Woo, Choi Yoo Jae, Choi Choi Choi, and the main power. Anyway, the people in this conference room were all single people.

Guild Leader of Large Guild.

A two-digit senior ranker.

A person with high personal connections.

And top-rankers.

Those here were those who knew the truth, or who, though they did not know the truth, were firmly united in their hearts.

'Can I trust you?'

I thought about it for a while, but I let it out. People with heads often ruin their work because of their excellence. You can't do that. You have to trust others. I need to know how to take care of my work and break my nerves. If you doubt once, you will end up doubting endlessly.

'Let's trust the people here. If you don't believe me, I can't go ahead with my work.'

"Thank you all for being so busy."

When the milkwheat bends its waist lightly, those who sat there salute. Yu Baek Woo was not kneeling before them with skill or status. Some looked at the complexion of the white cow and curled their heads.

'I heard that since the last catastrophe, it's been shut down and stuck.'

'It seems to have improved somewhat, but that doesn't mean I'm either wasted or shocked enough.'

Yu White Woo, who lost weight and felt slightly sharper than before, opened his mouth as he touched the jaw with a gritty beard.

"I'll start the meeting from now on. The topic we're going to cover today is, you know, survival. We would appreciate it if you could just forget about the interests and damages of individuals or groups for a moment."

"……."

"I think everyone understands. So let's get straight to the point. This more missionary world is a place where the right objectives, the right conditions, the right timeframe are not defined. There is only one ambiguous condition of becoming the heir of God, and we don't know what to do to become the heir of God. The number of people who survive to the end will be very small."

"How did you come up with so few?"

"It's a gift."

No.

Yu Baek Woo, who tapped the table lightly with his fingers, looked at the faces of the people who were here once.

"When the ranking system was first introduced, it came to be a gift from God with a reward for ranking."

"What? A gift from God?"

"Did you have something like that? I didn't get that."

"Khh, knhh!"

"No wonder some of you don't know. I've only received very few gifts so far, and I know that no one else has, and in some cases I've received gifts from Odin and the Taekwondo Army."

Apart from Yoo Baek Woo, Toprankers were silent because they knew it and did not react much and some people received gifts. When almost half of the people remained silent, the first people who did not know about it soon began to read the atmosphere and shut up slowly.

"It's impossible to figure out the perfect number, but the number of gods we know now is roughly twenty. No matter how many people you're hiding, or if you're considering the possibility of being chosen by people in cities other than ours, you barely have to hang on to three digits."

"Three digits. Enemies."

"Yes, write it down. In addition, when you consider people from other cities, it's even smaller. Anyway, to guess the probability of that, I think it's one of the conditions for maximizing an individual's abilities. Those who received the gift of God were top-rankers, or rather high-ranking rankers, who were capable. First of all, the gods up there are paying attention."

"Hoo, it wasn't easy coming up here, but you have to be stronger?"

"if you need to. The important thing here is that very few people are chosen. What happens to those who are not chosen?"

I knew it all without saying it.

Death. If you die, you'll open your eyes on Earth again, claiming that this is all a fantasy. People who are mentally weak enough to kill themselves are long gone. The living were strong but at the same time fearful of death.

"I won't hesitate to tell you. They're all going to die, and there's a problem here. Those who are here today can easily be called elites. They're more likely to be chosen by the gods than the people who make a day on the street and survive a day or two. Why, then, should we condemn those who are most likely to be victors to the slander of the reserved losers?"

"Wait, I think it's too radical."

Park Jinsoo, who was the president of a small business when he was on Earth, but is now a strong man with three fingers, was modestly formulated among the spirits. If this remark spread around, I could be sure that a second uprising would take place at the beginning of the day. But there was a man who cut off his words.

Kwajik!

I just bounced my finger lightly, but a table made of solid wood began to snap like clay.

"Mr. Park. Shut up."

"Mm-hmm."

He was a little younger than himself, but he was forced to shut up quietly, despite the organization's supreme decision-maker and personal force.

"From now on, his story has already been settled with me, so I would appreciate it if you would pay attention to it all. If you have any questions, not protests, you can ask."

"Thank you, Mr. Courageous. So let's keep going. As I said, we need a strong minority now rather than a small majority."

"Hey.."

"Yes, tell me."

A young girl with a slightly raised hand speaks in a small voice.

"But if there's a rumor that you're quitting or no longer managing the protection you've been doing, there's going to be a pretty big upsurge in people."

"That's right. You can't ignore the power of numbers. And if you're going to fight other cities, you need a way to somehow use this power as a free material. But can most people now call themselves our allies? Rather, it would be okay to consider it a potential enemy."

If the city had only been here, there could have been a situation where we would have died and killed each other like Battle Royal. However, the existence of other cities was a problem. At first glance, it seemed like they were just tied together in a city, but if you dig a little deeper, it could be called the Devil's Trap, which has a structure that has no choice but to bite each other.

It is only a few strong men who are chosen. This may not leave a large number of weaknesses behind. It was too easy to defeat them in the battle to be fought. In other words, we have to take them with us. It wasn't like I didn't have a chance to say they were weak. It was also possible to use the power of numbers to intimidate the strong.

"And people don't follow our orders properly. When fighting Japan, there are extra lives and a lot of ethnic build-up, so it's relatively easy to go to war, but it's not easy in future battles."

"I'm going to die."

"Yes, not to mention those at the forefront of the battle, those in the centre or in the rear may die. Is there anyone who would be willing to go out in combat where he might die?"

"Isn't that too speculative? So what are the warriors going to war for?"

"At least they have a mission to protect their country, their village, their family. Ultimately, the reason for the battle is to live, but instead, you have to go to a war where a spear hits, and hand over the death crisis? I assure you, if someone turns around and runs away, people will run away without even looking back."

Several people revealed a slightly unpleasant color in the words of the white sheep who looked at people so negatively. It is the same Korean people. I was forced to feel bad even though it wasn't the sound I was making towards myself.

In fact, Yu White Woo had not only negative thoughts. But when I saw those who had been swept away by incitement and caused great tragedy, I realized the reality.

'Individuals may be shrewd, but the more they get together as a group, the more dull they become. Or someone who planned for this to happen. Or him or both.'

Yu White Woo thought about it and chose to breathe for a while.

"So I have a plan. The name of the plan…."

"Noah's Ark. Put it straight in everyone's head."

Coercive looked at Yu White Woo for a moment.

If Yu White Woo had planned this a long time ago, he would have started by punching him in the face. However, the idea of coercion has changed slightly since we went through a major incident once. At least I didn't become just a character hoist like I used to be.

"If this plan were to spread, you wouldn't have to talk about its repercussions. Please familiarize yourself with everything in your head and pay particular attention to your actions."

The lights in the conference room didn't go out until late that night.

Raise your sword lightly with your finger and swing it toward the path carved out of your body. I wanted to see if something was sparkling in a moment, and the candle in front of me was shaking. Of course, the black sword was still in the black house and the hand that was brought to the handle did not show any slight movement. It was a quick valedictorian, but the man who wielded the sword immediately shook his head.

"This... is not enough."

I don't know how many times I've wielded a sword already.

From morning till late in the evening, he wielded his sword and repeated his harvest to make his hands burst. But all the swords he wielded were so vain in the presence of a woman. A man who thought of monsters that lightly stopped the valedictorian with all his might. Ryoske took the water bottle out of the inventory and lightly choked it.

It was once called the Japanese First Sword, but now it is also an old saying. In the aftermath of the fighting with Korea, Kamikaze was scattered with almost no bones left. There were angry Japanese people who were asking how they could lose to Korea, not the problem of rising taxes.

Do you think Jin Kamikaze is worth continuing to live for? '

"Even Ryosuke, who boasted he was the best Japanese sword, lost to her! Not even a man! '

'You must know how to surrender cleanly to victory and defeat! We must stop our hostility towards Korea for no reason!'

'Is that what you're going to say as a Japanese?!'

The appearance of Tokyo, from a polar chair to a close friend and simply a power greedy force, has changed so much that it is said to be a Chunchuan national era.