How to Play a Villainous Boss 148

Chapter 148 – If More Than 5 Humans Gather…(2)

Humans are stupid, and make the same mistakes over and over again.

Karen’s hostage taking at the airship dock caused her to go through something terrible that she couldn’t bear to say about her, and what happened afterwards is now so famous that everyone in Land Phil doesn’t know about it, but there is no one who is dissatisfied with her It didn’t disappear. There were few open protests in front of them, but they expressed their dissatisfaction out of sight of others.

“Ha, Sippal. What kind of person is that teacher? Really, where did you say he was?”

“Isn’t that Nandle? Clearly, this city we used to live in now truly belongs to him. Ha…”

“Who would have thought that someone would come out to take possession of this gigantic garbage can? Besides, seeing as how easily someone else can give such powerful abilities, it might even be on par with the representatives of the seven cities…”

In response to the absurd remarks made by one, the other pointed out the fact with a laugh as if it were absurd.

“Hey, hey. There are things people can say and things people can’t. Those seven people aren’t people, they’re monsters, monsters. They’re people from a completely different dimension than us.”

“Then do you see Sensei as a person of the same dimension as us?”

“That’s…”

But at the reply, he was at a loss for words. In their eyes, the teacher, like the representatives of the seven cities, is absolutely not a human of the same dimension as they are. The terrifying and cruelty of giving to countless people casually the power equivalent to the authority and divine protection that others could barely obtain by devoting everything for the rest of their lives to one god, and at the same time crushing one person like minced meat in an instant. … I don’t have the courage to openly show hostility in front of me, so I’m just whispering behind my back.

“Fuck, why are you talking so hot? Anyway, no matter what we argue about, nothing changes.”

“Ha… Really, what is this guy’s landfill going to be like?”

“I don’t know. It’s useless to use your brain. Since when did we, lower ones like us, talk about what’s going on above?”

“Ha, I don’t know about anything else… I hope the gentleman named teacher doesn’t suddenly lose his mind and try to kill them all.”

Members belonging to organizations such as Dogye or U.F. Chatted lamentably, then extinguished cigarette butts with their feet and left the back alley. And Aine, who had been listening to the story in the alley right above the alley where they were smoking, shook his head as he clicked his tongue.

“Anyway, I’ve never had a proper conversation with the teacher, but I’m talking nonsense about the stars with just a few glimpses.”

“To the subject of receiving the teacher’s grace, I am ungrateful…”

Aine glared at the gang members who were smoking next to her as if to tear them to death at any moment, but in the end, she couldn’t stand it and grabbed Baine by the back of his neck as he tried to come out himself, scolding him.

“What are you going to do after chasing those guys?”

“I have to take care of it. So that I don’t have such nonsense again.”

“Arthur. Even if you do that, your resentment towards Sensei will only increase, rather than decrease? Especially since we are the strongest among those who have received Sensei’s power, we won’t look so good from their point of view. Under them, Just because a long-awaited idiot goes up on their heads in the morning, looks down at them, and speaks proudly, will they agree and say, ‘Oh, yes, that’s right’, or say, ‘Ah, fuckin’ bastards’ and Mr. Pumpkin from behind. Shall I put the ?”

“…So what are we going to do?”

Hearing the frustrating words from Baine’s mouth, Aine let out a deep sigh and tapped her forehead with her empty hand. Anyway, this kid is usually calmer and calmer than anyone else, and if he only gets involved in things related to the teacher, even the smallest things will turn the corner… Is severe He is overly dependent on his teacher and takes his words as if they were divine revelations. To the point where I wonder if the teacher would immediately say, “That’s right!” When he said, “The world is actually flat.”

In fact, she’s the kind of person who doesn’t care what anyone does, unless it’s hurting her. But in Baine’s case, she couldn’t let it go. Because of the kind of kinship that you feel because you were in a similar situation before and now? Or, was she some kind of recompense for helping her deal with the case? I don’t know exactly, but Aine couldn’t let something happen to this young man with a clear mind, which was frustrating for a landfill.

“I mean, you’re trying to do some kind of likability?”

“Feeling… Small?”

“Think about it carefully. It’s not like the nobles who do politics don’t have much time to do, so why do they visit welfare institutions from time to time?”

“Um… I don’t know.”

“Ugh, this shit… No. To begin with, it’s a kind of image management. It’s about showing others that ‘I’m doing something good somewhere’. No one thinks about it, but at least the person in power can make a better impression than if he stays in an unknown place, then suddenly inflicts terrible punishment on the wrong subordinates, then leaves the affairs to the subordinates and disappears. The original person is himself. Because you believe what you see and think.”

“So… If you do something called ‘image management’ while visiting poor people and helping them, the perception of you will be much better. Is this what you mean?”

“Yes, that’s it. What is it, why are you looking at me like that?”

“No, because I didn’t expect such thoughts to come out of your mouth.”

“…Hey, damn it. You mean I usually look ignorant.”

If Baine tends to be overly dependent on his sensei, Aine tends to be intolerant of his own emotions. She has a little bit of her anger control disorder and bipolar disorder, so the perception that she is an ignorant woman who usually runs wild here and there is strong, but she is actually better than Vine in her ability to roll her head. Really, it doesn’t go with what it looks like.

“Anyway, then I’ll have to advise you to manage your image quickly.”

“Anyway, this city already belongs to you, but the hearts of the people here don’t belong to you yet. And for this landfill to function as a normal city, you must quickly gain recognition from the people here.”

However, the words returned to the two henchmen who visited her teacher with such loyalty.

“Huh? I’m not going to do that?”

“Why?”

“Why?!”

It was an expression of the teacher’s firm refusal to calmly give up managing her own image, as if it were all too natural.

*

Bain and Aine’s thoughts were understandable. It’s certainly not a bad suggestion to instill in people the perception of being that kind of person by periodically showing others that you’re good, but I’m not going to follow that suggestion.

At the point of calmly showing the process of making a person into a terrible state comparable to processed meat in an instant from the beginning and then returning it back, no action can change the perception at that time. I don’t think so. What is important to me right now is not image management, but proof of legitimacy.

Landfill was originally a small industrial town managed by Magistos. Until toxic fumes engulf the city after it is brought down by an earthquake. Restoring Landfill to normal again required too many resources, budgets, and sacrifices, and at the same time, there was no benefit to return even if normalization was successful, so all cities withdrew their hands from Landfill, and Landfill became an abandoned city. . Since then, as prisoners expelled from countries and cities, prisoners on death row who have escaped, or homeless orphans without parents flock to this abandoned land, Landfill has become a large city with more people staying than it used to be an industrial city.

Of course, the environment and awareness were below a fairly small rural village.

People here are not just weaklings. In order to survive, they had to take away things from others, and without the time to learn from someone the goodness of giving, those who have learned how to fill themselves by taking things from others live. It is natural to be taken away by those stronger than oneself, and at the same time, it is also natural to be taken away from those weaker than oneself. This landfill, the abandoned city, is such a place. A world without law, a lawless zone where there is no one to judge for any wrongdoing.

The only rule here is that power is law. And the five most powerful gangs still ruled Landfill, and now I take control of them and rule this Landfill. After all, nothing has changed in this city. It’s just that the person at the top has changed, and from the point of view of those at the bottom, nothing has changed from yesterday and tomorrow has nothing to do with helplessness and resignation.

Even if you try to build a good image with good behavior in front of such people, you will only shake your head, saying that it is nothing more than disgusting hypocrisy or doubt that that crazy bastard monster is trying to build up to do something crazy this time.

“When I made the leaders of the organization that ruled Landfill my subordinates, I asked them to help me change this city.”

I will change this city

The constraints placed on me by the representatives of the seven cities, and the goddess who guards me and her and her followers. Because of them, I cannot live a proper life in this world. Laws exist to keep people safe and ensure their lives, but rather, I can live freely only where there are no laws. So, I decided to change this small city, the only one allowed to me, to my liking.

Of course, in the first place, I came over because of the promise I made with the god of chaos, and to do that, I had to bring chaos to the world, but there is a degree to that chaos. At first, my plan was a small conflict between the old and new generations due to the introduction of new products, a small chaos that could end with a good result in the end. Speaking of chaos, I meant to end it with a small trouble that could develop further as a result, without much damage and just a little staggering.

One goddess’ overreaching behavior and the attitude of the seven powerful people who condoned it disappointed me, and I decided to overturn the whole world. And this is the process of spreading roots on the ground for that purpose.

The story has gone a long way, but anyway…

This city is virtually the only base where I can operate, so I had to prove to the people here that I am qualified to rule it. But that qualification is not simply because of strength. All the organizations that have ruled this city have had some level of power, but that is only a minimum requirement.

Her trust in her started from the goodwill of Madame Yang, the Red Lantern Society.

Loyalty with Esk, the leader of the canine faction.

Slaughtering is the promotion of armed forces, U.F is economic gain, etc.

This is a city where power is the law, but just as the original city does not go back to one law, this city cannot control everything with one power.

Even if I suddenly said that I would change the city, the people here would not lend their strength to me. For those who have already been abandoned and failed, give up and get wrapped up in lethargy, and can’t die, plundering other people’s belongings and barely continuing their miserable lives, what I’m about to do is just futile and looks like a story from a distant world that has nothing to do with them. .

So I’ll let you know.

I am qualified to rule this city where you guys live.

And a person who is no different from you, and at the same time a completely different person.

“Esk, what happened to the talented people you mentioned before?”

“Yes. It’s still not at a level that can be used in actual combat, but it’s improved quite a bit compared to before.”

“Do Seongwoon. Are you satisfied with the power I gave you?”

“…I can’t deny it.”

“Mayer. We’re giving a speech in the plaza, so get ready.”

“Speech, are you talking?”

“Yes. I felt the need to let the people of this city know about me.”

The organizations I’ve recruited are strong, but this city isn’t complete just by owning a few gangs. In order to make this place completely my own base, in order for me to be safe and live while there is no law that entangles me and takes away my freedom…

I decided to change this city and make the people here completely mine.

About a week later, I began speaking in front of the residents of Landfill.

[Perhaps there is no one among them who does not know who I am. But in case you don’t know, let me introduce myself.]

Big. Clearing my throat for a while…

[Nice to meet you, abandoned ones. My name is Ragna Armageddon. As soon as he crossed over from the other world, he was rejected, locked in the lowest level of Skyron’s cage, and conditionally released as a model prisoner after a month. In a shorter amount of time than anyone else, life went headlong into the abyss. The representatives of the seven cities will lock me back in the cage if I break any law, and the fanatics of Justice want my head more than anyone else. If you don’t agree well, I hope you understand this way. I was rejected by this world when you were abandoned in at most one city or kingdom.]

It’s time to come out.