How the Villain Lives

All the epilogues are happy.

People are animals of adaptation.

It meant not only physical concepts such as desolate wastelands, hot deserts with fierce sun, cold land, but also living in desperate situations, which corresponded to people who fell into this world. Rather than targeting the ultimate goal of this world, the successor of God, we began to 'adapt' and live in this world, which we would call the middle process.

I didn't have the heart to go back to Earth, but after more than a few years of living in this world, I began to think in this world that life was much more satisfying than life on Earth. Periodic compulsory missions and inter-city battles had also disappeared, and that idea began to expand in an instant with the encouragement of some.

'Return to Earth and return to your old normal life. Do I really want that?'

When they were on Earth, they had to live breathlessly and compete fiercely. In contrast, life in this world was like a botanical paradise with a little exaggeration. It was hard at first, but now it's not necessarily a dangerous mission. You can earn money by choosing only one mission that is right for you.

It was a lot of money to match high-end items, but if you just restrict it to rituals, there's a huge amount of money that you can play and eat for decades. A world where there is no more risk, no need to compete with someone, and where it is possible to immortalize with superhuman power. It's a much better world than Earth.

"The League of Liberties does not want to oppress or exploit you. I just intend to do a minimum of intervention to maintain balance and maintain order."

Finally, when the Free League also abolished most of the coercive regulations and taxes that the former Alliance maintained, people began to take root in this world and make progress. I started to pursue more than just conscious stocks, not satisfied.

A positive change that develops an empty field and produces a variety of cultural content to make this world a better paradise. Although there were no negative elements, such as criminal organizations or the repudiation of existing vested interests, the League of Liberties succeeded in smoothing all those disputes.

"... this is the result."

An old cafe with slow music.

Collins, sitting in the corner of the cafe, murmured as he drank a hot cup of coffee. Ever since he broke up the Great Alliance and formed the Free League to become the ultimate ruler of Los Angeles, Collins has succeeded in breaking all the vices and ruins Jack created and turning the city into the ideal he thought it would be.

There was an enormous upsurge that began with the ruling class and joined the ruling class, but that was not impossible for Collins, who had the huge power of the Free League on his back.

"Is it okay if I join you when I'm free?"

"What if I say no?"

"I'll sit down, though."

"… Hmph."

"Excuse me for a moment, then."

Less!

"How did you find this place?"

"Collins and I have come to mind! I was walking with my mind open, and I stumbled across it."

A man who suddenly shows up and speaks nonsense with a four-year-old smile. Collins sighs as he looks at Yooseong Hun. I wondered how I could scratch a human nerve like this every time I looked at it.

"Something bothers you? It's dark."

'Uselessly sharp.'

"... I just haven't been feeling well lately. Is this what I really wanted? Actually, I didn't change anything."

"No one knows how much Collins has tried and changed Los Angeles."

It is the ball of Collins that brought back the corrupt cities and people to normal, so that it can be compared to Godom and Somora in the Bible. The evidence shows that the faces of people walking the streets were all smiling and had bright energies all over the city.

Those who remember Los Angeles in the past have become incredibly great cities. But Collins knew better than anyone that it was visible everywhere.

'Certainly the hierarchy and the closure groups dealt with a number of things. But they're still alive in this city, changing their appearance.'

Slaving people is one of the most prohibited practices in Los Angeles. However, it could not be forbidden to call a person in the form of an 'employer' rather than a 'slave', and slavery was still being used only to change its name.

In the name that the ring money business that lured gambling, drugs and favors was done and paid off the debt that had been raised, people who had been forced to do the same thing as slaves in the past. Of course, there were several formulations, but things didn't go as smoothly as I thought.

"I forgot that what Jack changed was not just the system, but the way people think. No matter how much I change the system, the mindset of people who have corrupted once won't change easily. I may have been equal on the outside, but I haven't changed my mind."

"It can't change again in the morning, as it has changed over the years. If you take the time and try it step by step, one day you will certainly be able to make Collins smell more than he thinks."

I couldn't even imagine how much time it would take to bring the rotten and corrupt values back to normal. However, Collins decided to turn the topic around because he was no longer able to show his weakness.

"By the way, I'd like to ask you one question. Have you heard of any strange emerging religions, since they don't matter to you or any other city?"

"Emerging religions? It's not as difficult to grow as religion in the system right now."

"I know that. Recently, we have received information that religion is growing to a large extent in the phonemes."

"Collins knows best about what happened in Los Angeles, doesn't he?"

"That's a little vague. I'm organizing and researching, but when I dig in, no one falls for that religion. To be precise, no one fell in love with that religion, but disappeared."

If you investigate something that is too hard to ignore, there is no reality, so ghosts are meant to weep. Sung-hoon, who had scratched his head for a while, immediately said in an unconvinced voice.

"At least I'm guessing there's only one cult master named Kim Lee Hyun. But it's probably not him."

"Why?"

"Once you're caught up in a war with the Alliance, you're unlikely to be alive. Even if he's still alive, he'll never show up and do anything to catch his cock."

It is Sung-hoon who knows Kim Lee Hyun as well as I look at his palm.

'Kim Lee Hyun is a waste of time and is not a target to deal with. Even if I live and live quietly in the middle of my life like a dead rat, I have no intention of catching it, and Kim Lee Hyun also assumes that I am thinking like this.'

Even if you don't abandon the ambition of being the successor of God, it is Kim Lee Hyun who will contact you and ask you if you will not be able to accept him as a colleague rather than raise a power in the Negro and fight against a great power called the Free League.

"Well, then what the hell is he doing? I will send you data on the missing persons later, so I want you to let me know if there is anything I can tell you right away."

"I'll do whatever it takes to help. Oh, and I have a question for you. who are dissatisfied with this world.."

"If that's the case, I've already sent the data officially. Not a small number, either."

No matter how good the world was, there was definitely someone who could not give up returning to Earth, or who was looking to become the successor of God. Compared to the people who decided to live in this world, it was a small number, but if you add up all the numbers of disadvantaged people in each city, that number becomes negligible.

"What are they going to do? Are you thinking of doing this?"

Looking at Collins, who sliced his neck slightly with his hands, Sung-hoon shook his head with a bitter smile.

"What do you see me as?"

"Psychopath to hear other people's pain and screams?"

"Who would love peace like me?"... I heard you asked me to laugh. I'm not going to kill you, I'm going to use it. "

"Use?"

"Yes, roughly to categorize inadvertents, we can categorize them into three categories: those who want to go back to Earth but want to avoid risk, those who are prepared to bear the risk, and those who are after their successors. I'll have to sort it out in more detail, but anyway, depending on the classification, I'm going to bait out those wishes, and I'm going to raise taxes on them, and I'm going to pay a certain amount of money."

"Like I said..."

Collins succeeded in suppressing it with superhuman patience, although his position as successor to God was limited and he did not know how to return to Earth. I didn't have to hear the story, but I guessed what Sung-hoon was thinking.

"Are you kidding me again?"

"I'm going to convince people with the obvious facts, not the jokes. If there are 100 successor seats, 99 will be decided, and the rest will remain, or if they become successors, they will use their absolute power to send the people here to Earth, or they will create more paradise than this. Isn't that possible enough?"

"That's definitely plausible. Instead, it would take a while to get enough power to hit the final stage."

The gaps between top-rankers and top-rankers are not that easy to fill. Getting the incompetent to reach the realm of the talented. It will take a considerable amount of time to infinitely put goods out of every city, but it will take quite a long time to do that with the taxes paid by the inadvertents, according to Sung-hoon. However, Sung-hoon said with a relaxed expression.

"Time is no longer a problem, is it?"

"... That's right."

"Then I'll get up. I have something to see."

"Do you want to watch? Oh, so it was execution today?"

"Yes. Don't you want to see Collins with you?"

"……."

Collins, who had now handed over a cup of coffee that had become aesthetically pleasing, wanted to be there for a while, but he shook his head excitedly.

"You don't give a shit."

"Wasn't that the enemy of your whole life?"

"That's why I'm not going. I don't want to see his face."

"Then I guess I'll just have to go. We'll be in touch later."

Intercept.

Looking at the back of Sung-hoon who left without even looking back, Collins completely emptied his cup of coffee and muttered.

"Another drink!"

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