Chapter 147 – If More Than 5 Humans Gather…(1)
The hottest story within the coalition that currently holds power in Landfill is, by far, about their leader, ‘Teacher’. From the standpoint of the members who originally believed and followed only the head of the organization to which they belonged, the sudden and unannounced integration of the organization was embarrassing, and the sudden appearance of a ‘teacher’ who claimed to be the general head of the organization to which they belonged made them I couldn’t be happy Even so, the reason why they did not voice their dissatisfaction was purely because of the solid trust and loyalty towards the leader they had followed until now.
However, due to the hostage taking by Karun, who was a member of the Red Lantern Society, at the eastern airship dock of Landfill last time, they learned what kind of existence the ‘teacher’, the leader of the integrated organization to which they belonged, is.
His appearance, his voice, his demeanor…And, the power he possesses.
He is a normal-looking young man who is nothing special on the outside, but he can transform a person into a terrible piece of meat in an instant, and even has a calm attitude that does not blink an eye after committing such a heinous act… Because they had lived in struggle, I was able to instinctively recognize that the cruel attitude he showed at that time without any hesitation in harming the person was not acting.
They are the benefactors who gave them this strong and mysterious power, and at the same time, terrifying monsters who do not know when they will attack them in such a terrible and painful way. That was the perception of ‘teacher’ that is prevalent in Landfill.
As a result, as in the previous precedent, there was no one who would commit an act that was practically synonymous with suicide, such as rebelling against like-minded people, but that did not mean that their dissatisfaction had completely disappeared. No, rather, I couldn’t bear to burst out the unresolved dissatisfaction, and I was piling it up in my heart. Under such circumstances, they naturally tended to rely more on those who were originally the heads of their organizations.
Honestly, it was only natural that the head of an organization that had been trusted and followed all his life would be trusted several times more than a monster that could suddenly appear out of nowhere and deal with strange powers and kill a person horribly in an instant.
“Sir. This is Esque. Is it okay if I come in?”
The leader of the canine group, Esk. The manager of the Western Landfill organization and the captain of the first organization I recruited.
“Okay, come in.”
I’m sorry. It was originally a door that made a lot of noise when it opened and closed, but Esk took the door as carefully as possible and entered as if he thought it was rude. It’s hard to believe that he is the head of an organization, but he has a low profile, but that’s because he was the one who made the relationship between the top and the bottom the most clear among the heads of Landfill. He’s still a tycoon leading an organization, but I treat him as more than that.
“The person I mentioned came from within your organization?”
“Yes, that’s right. Among the guys who just got off their rookie tee, there are some guys who have awakened to their abilities lately, and I confirmed that one of them has awakened one of the abilities you mentioned.”
“What do you think the effect, duration, and potential are?”
“First of all, the effect itself is certain. Last time, I showed you how to completely detoxify poisonous gas right in front of my eyes. This is possible, and it takes about 3 seconds to decrypt, but the ability to maintain the ability at once is only about 15 seconds…”
“I guess I need to polish it more. Just as it happened, I saw that one from the Acid Family and one from the Landfill residents who don’t belong to any organization have awakened to the abilities I need. Have it ready.”
“Yes, I understand!”
“…Esque.”
I tapped the desk with my fingers and paused for a moment. Esk looked visibly nervous, not knowing what I was going to say.
“You must remember the hostage situation that Karun, who was a member of the Red Light Society, staged at the airship dock last time, right?”
“Yes…”
“Of course, among those who committed the incident at that time, there was no one under your management. But that doesn’t mean that there were no dissatisfied with me within the gang.”
Gulp. At Esk, who swallowed dry saliva, I shrugged my shoulders with a light smile.
“Esque, you are the first person to hold my hand. And thanks to your usual attitude, I have a lot of trust in you. I hope that my trust in you will not be eroded by the actions of anyone other than you. Trust is It’s hard to get, but easy to lose.”
“All right.”
“I’ll be doing tricks from the outside soon, so don’t get caught up in it and focus on managing your gang members. This is all about it, so you can leave.”
“Yes! Then…”
Esk backed away slowly and cautiously, paying attention to the noise the door made when he left as he did when he entered. He has already held responsibility for Madame Yang and warned Esk… Now, he should call Myler, the boss of the U.F., Do Seong-wun, the head of Dogye, and the next head of the Acid Family to talk separately. Prepare for the imminent invisible attack from the outside, and put an end to internal chaos so that no other traitors emerge from within the organization.
The Karune hostage crisis is just the beginning. The power of the people I created is more than enough to be coveted by the outside world, and in order to acquire that ability, I can secretly approach people on this side and persuade them to betray me. Otherwise, there might be some crazy guys who want to kidnap and dissect it at will to analyze its power. In the first place, Landfill is a lawless zone. There is no one to judge any dirty deed here.
Since there are no laws to abide by in this city, I can act freely without being bound by the restrictions imposed by the representatives of the seven cities. So, I was thinking of leaving the internal problems to the leaders of the organization who were handling landfills from the beginning, and dealing with attacks from the outside by forming a friendly relationship with Magistos. It’s hard to find time for this one.
Desperado’s guild master is already in a hostile relationship, except for Magistos, who had the potential to develop into a friendly relationship, and the leaders of the other two cities who are in conflict… There are three left.
The King of the Underground City, the Heavenly Demon of Murim, and the Elder of the Illusion Island.
Since the island of fantasy was a very closed place in the first place, it was wrong to seek help, and since the Heavenly Demon did not have a friendly relationship, the only place I could actually reach out to was the underground city. Thinking that I should at least send a letter wishing for friendly relations with the city below, I got up from my chair.
It takes time to get outside help, but the city is facing problems right now. The outsiders who covet my power, the barren environment that made Landfill unable to rely on trade with the outside world, and the hounds who don’t know when they will show their teeth at me again…
Yes, hound troops. Those who serve the Goddess of Justice. A small group of elites who capture sinners wielding powerful authority and protection from her goddess. And they are the first ones I met when I came to this Atipia, and at the same time, those damn things who, without hesitation, caught me and imprisoned me on the lowest floor of Skyron’s cage just because I didn’t do anything wrong.
They only follow the words of Justia, the goddess of justice, and do not belong to any country, so they are not bound by any power. In Atipia, where the influence of the gods is greater and more certain than in any other world, no one can stop those who subdue and imprison criminals at the behest of the goddess in charge of justice.
If they target me again, I have no choice but to deal with them… But because of the restrictions imposed by the representatives of the seven cities, I cannot do harm without the consent of the opponent, so I will not listen to them at all. There were no more tricky guys than those crazy guys who jumped at me with question and answer dance.
The fact that I continue to increase my power in this landfill is actually an act of refining a sword that will cut down my enemies instead of me because there are not many cases where I can use my own hands. Of course, right now, the blade is blunt, so it’s more like a blunt weapon than a blade, but if it’s well-forged enough, it can cut through pretty much any enemy. And, I don’t have time for that right now.
Yeah, in the end, the story goes round and round, and again, this is the problem. I need time to deal with the threats to me, but they are coming at me without giving me the time to do so. And these preparations didn’t end quickly even if they were in a hurry, so it was frustrating for me.
Some may wonder if what I’m doing is worrying too much. Everything I worry about is the worst-case scenario.
There will certainly be invisible raids from the outside, but outsiders who haven’t yet grasped the internal situation of Landfill can’t take active action already, unless they’re crazy people who act before thinking, like the mysterious guardians.
Toxic gas, the biggest stumbling block that prevents Landfill from being self-sustaining, is a problem that the sooner you solve it, the better. It’s a problem that can be easily solved by just waiting until you can.
The Hounds, who only obey the orders of Justia, the goddess of justice, have no common sense, but the ones who freed me are the representatives of the seven cities. He wouldn’t want to waste his hand while colliding head-on with those who are the representative of the group, so there’s no way the Hound troops would rush into this landfill right away.
However, things in the world don’t always flow in the best direction. Sometimes it can flow more smoothly than expected, and other times, there are times when you lose your direction and wander. I’m always assuming the worst, because if I had high expectations, I’d always be disappointed. Even if it was a misfortune that couldn’t happen realistically unless I was really hated by the goddess of luck, there was no guarantee that it wouldn’t actually happen, so I had to prepare for all of those situations.
Assuming the worst situation, so that you can smoothly cope with any situation.
I can’t get the best benefit, but in any worst situation, I can minimize the damage that will come to me.
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[Damn it.]
Justia, goddess of justice, she tapped her palms with her little golden mallet and clicked her tongue as she looked down from between the clouds at the dark green, poisonous gas-covered city. Her nemesis, the chess piece that the ancient foreign press is most interested in, is now in that city. The human that the god of chaos cherishes, and the human with the highest probability of becoming his apostle, is in that filthy city. It would be enough to get rid of that human in that buggy city where all sorts of trash gather, but she didn’t like the situation where she couldn’t do that.
Even for the upcoming ‘hospital’, it was necessary to reduce the means that the foreign press could use before that. Last time, he had suffered a painful loss by recklessly attacking the foreign press without assuming the power of the foreign press, so Justia felt the need to be more thorough. Conserving his own power as much as possible, reducing his opponent’s power by one. To bring down the old god, who cares nothing but to bring about her chaos, and to uphold her own justice forever, she prepares for the repulsion of the lesser gods, and in their world is imbued with divine power. He conscripted humans arbitrarily.
As an arrowhead, to reduce the damage her own main body would inflict on her.
[It seems that the preparations of the lesser gods of this generation are gradually completed…]
Behind Justia, the goddess of justice, a number of amber jewels with translucent interiors were placed in a row. Inside the jewel, which was continuously injected with golden light lumps through several connected hoses, there were clearly human-shaped objects.
In some world, he was a demon king who would cause destruction, he was a genius wizard that no one could follow, and… He was a chosen warrior.
[Be prepared, god of chaos. This time, I will definitely defeat you and realize my justice.}
Justia’s pupils were distorted like the shape of a scale.
