Chapter 799 – 799. Upper Area
Upper area.
It’s a unique place. What should I say? So, I would have to say that it is a place where the common sense I knew in the world I lived in becomes useless.
There is no need to eat here. Since you don’t have to eat it, you don’t have to pack anything.
There is no need to sleep or wash. There is a body, but you can just think of it as not being there.
But the funny thing is, you can eat something. You can sleep or take a shower.
Therefore… That’s it. An action that is felt and actually works, but has no meaning.
Get in the mood. You feel the taste while eating and pretend to recover from fatigue while sleeping.
It’s a place where you don’t get tired in the first place.
In that sense, they say you can have sex too. Of course, it’s not possible to get pregnant.
In the upper area, you receive a manager training course as a prospective manager.
According to what Allen said, there are four potential managers… We all gathered together and laughed and did not receive any training.
No, it is not a general education course in the first place.
It can’t be an education where a professor or instructor comes out and teaches for an hour and then takes a 10-minute break.
Just go into a liquid similar to water and lie down.
Then, as you take on the role of a manager, the necessary knowledge automatically enters your mind.
It’s very comfortable.
If you think about studying while holding paper and pen and taking notes now, it’s terrible.
The period of education varies depending on the person, but it is said to take about 100 years at the most. Fuck.
I know that… It was absurd, but the sense of time here is a little different.
Ah. How should I explain this?
A place where 100 years can feel like 1 second and 1 second can feel like 100 years.
The training period changes depending on how familiar you are with it.
What Allen said is that the time is not uniform. I think that’s the key.
It is said that everyone’s time passes equally in the server, but not here.
That concept. That’s important.
Because time is the standard that distinguishes the 3rd and 4th dimensions.
This is the upper area.
How to handle that time is the minimum condition for adapting here.
So, for example, something like this.
If I, in the Upper Area, manage a server, that is, a world, and double the time there, as if fast-forwarding, the time here and there are calculated differently.
One minute here becomes two minutes on the server.
1 minute and 2 minutes have the same start and end, but 1 minute has passed 1 minute and 2 minutes has passed 2 minutes.
Shit concept. Damn time.
I never expected that I would be troubled by something like this after living for over a thousand years.
Although I was trying to understand with my own examples, Allen continued to give me advice by her side.
If you understand it that way, you will be caught up in stereotypes later and will not be able to properly understand the essential meaning of time.
It is said that there will be limitations in application and that it will not be utilized properly.
What do you know? Fuck. It’s already so difficult that I’m dying.
First, I need to understand it on my own first.
Anyway, that’s how I’m being educated.
Manager. The process of becoming the people I cursed at so much.
The world I lived in. In other words, server.
Even administrators cannot directly intervene there.
You can only change the server’s policy through a ‘program’.
And even the program is difficult to apply carelessly.
The program is delicate and sensitive, so if applied incorrectly, the server will explode in an instant.
Okay. Program. That damn program.
Funny enough, the program that was applied to my world was a beta program.
A team managed by Allen as a senior manager.
And there are about 600,000 servers managed there.
The program that was run after receiving instructions from the top to reduce servers was a beta version.
That was the reason why there was no description of the skill, combination method or detailed explanation.
Bastards. Using people as lab rats?
Still, Allen laughed and said that the data came out pretty well because of me. That bastard.
If possible, I’d like to stick a machete to the back of his neck… That means nothing.
Because managers never die. There is no body to die in the first place.
The reason these guys run the server like this… It’s even more absurd.
No, rather than being absurd, I feel like it’s a bit difficult to understand what’s going on.
Although it is described as a server… The humans living within it have souls.
A single entity, not a piece of data. Energy that cannot be quantified.
Soul. The number of souls is constant.
Aside from the 600,000 servers managed by Allen, there are so many servers in this upper area that it is hard to know how many there are.
Each server is full of soul. Such souls carry out production activities within the server.
The thing called ‘N’.
Allen said that if he understood entropy, she could understand it to some extent… Fuck. I was a chemistry major.
Something like entropy only has a name.
Even when she studied space engineering for 200 years, she honestly didn’t understand it.
I couldn’t help it. It’s going to hurt my head. I hate things that are that difficult.
Anyway, countless servers produce yen with countless souls.
N. It is also the origin of the word we commonly call energy.
The end of entropy is also the end. Anyway, since they say they are producing, they are producing.
However, no one knows where and how the yen produced in this way is used.
The same goes for managers.
Allen, the senior manager, seemed to know something, but she didn’t tell me anything about it.
All I’m saying is that all you have to do is somehow destroy the server to produce as much yen as possible.
Fuck you bastard. Why does this guy have so many secrets?
Anyway, that’s it. The goal is simple.
Generating a lot of yen. Running the server to generate as much yen as possible.
The number of souls is constant.
And in order to achieve maximum efficiency with that certain number, constant whipping is necessary.
The world I lived in. That’s why the server became a mess because the program was applied.
Bottom 20% of yen generation rate.
The task of periodically checking and then resetting the server.
At the same time, we are increasing the number of managers through the recycling program.
The souls collected in this way are either added to servers with a high yen generation rate or gathered together and used to create a new server.
Anyway, that’s it. Life here in the Upper Area is simple.
How to crash a server. How to whip something efficiently. How to create a program for that.
Study of soul placement and under what circumstances the soul generates as much yen as possible.
That is the role of the manager.
I finally understand what Allen said about ‘only 100 million people’.
It varies from server to server, but the soul contained in it is basically a few billion.
What that means is that taking down one server is no different from killing billions of people.
It means that if you just lift a finger, that many people will die.
Fuck. I’m proud. Are you so proud of killing so many people?
To be honest… I don’t like this manager.
The reason is simple. By my standards, I am a villain.
Of course, that’s just a category of law and morality that only applies in the world I lived in… From my point of view, the server hasn’t yet been fully drained.
A happy ending doesn’t suit a villain, right?
Picaresque should be like that. The story of a wicked person. The wicked should not win.
You have to regret, repent and shed tears. And you have to die miserably.
But no. These managers are producing evil people.
Of course… Their logic is simple. What was done like that was not an evil act.
It was simply a process of selecting the most capable talent for efficiency.
Of course, I know. I can understand.
A good person cannot become a manager and eliminate billions of souls with a click of the hand.
There is no need for managers to shed tears and hesitate while sympathizing with the hurt and pain that the soul will experience.
A being that can destroy the lives of souls without hesitation for better treatment.
A wicked person like that is not suitable for a manager.
If you think like that… The recycling program for selecting managers is a very well-designed program.
It lets you research ways to kill people more effectively, right? It’s about testing the capabilities and qualifications in advance.
No one knows how long these guys have done this.
From the moment the existence of time is not uniform, a period is meaningless.
Just that I am doing this and will continue to do so.
That’s the only thing that matters.
A place where the wicked are treated. That is the upper area.
“It’s because your way of thinking is not as enlightened. Don’t worry about it, it will soon become nothing.”
Allen. Even though he is a senior manager, he always uses polite language towards me.
“No matter how we wrap it up, it doesn’t change the fact that ultimately what managers do is eliminate countless human lives, right?”
“Well, such trivial things are also included.”
“It’s not trivial.”
“Okay. Let’s say it’s not trivial. Death and life are inseparable. Destruction and creation are also the same. If you think about it that way, it’s true that it’s not trivial. Uhm. But are you listening to the curriculum carefully? I even covered things like this. “I don’t want to explain it to you, do I?”
“I never asked for it.”
“Sigh. I’m frustrated. Hey, Seongcheol Kwon? I’m hoping to quickly add one more manager under my command. How long are you going to delay?”
“Don’t fuss. I’ll take care of that. Explain why the manager is not a villain.”
“Do you have the confidence to explain why humans build houses and live in them to a dog sleeping on its stomach anywhere? How? Can Seongcheol Kwon do that?”
“Am I a dog?”
“In my view, you are not much different from a dog. You are now entering into the dog’s activity area and hierarchical relationship, and it is the same as saying something to a human if it does not meet your standards.”
“Ah. I feel bad. Get out of here. I don’t want to see you.”
“I’m glad that I’m not a formal administrator yet. If I become a formal manager, I won’t be like a dog.
Conversations with Allen were always like this.
Fuck. You damn bastard.
When I look at that guy, Seo Min-jun comes to mind.
If Seo Min-jun lived for about 10,000 years, would he look like that? Poor bastard. I still remember it.
Anyway… I don’t like being a manager.
I don’t like it in many ways.
Of course, I have no intention of punishing myself and committing suicide by repenting that I killed a lot of people.
But I was prepared to some extent. I thought there would be a price for what I did.
But there isn’t. Rather, it’s like giving a reward for killing well.
I wonder if this is okay. I wonder if this is right.
But I can’t help it.
You must become an administrator to receive your soul beads back.
A server that has already left no trace. The world I lived in.
If I hadn’t made them out of beads, they would have been torn apart along with the server.
It’s been a long time, but I still remember it. People of the Ark. The people I saved.
Souls who saw the end of their bodies in that damn world and naturally left the server.
Those souls will be living another life on another server by now.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I can have any memories of the world I lived in.
The soul that leaves the server is left with nothing but its purity, so there are no stains left inside the server.
What a fucking stain. These are precious memories.
I think I’m getting more and more strange as I take this damn administrator training course.
When you take the training course, you go into something like water… I don’t like that.
I feel like my soul is being washed away.
The stain on the soul these guys talk about. It seems like it’s washing it away.
But that can’t happen. Memories and memories are all mine.
I can’t let it get taken away by these guys. I don’t want to be deleted either.
I will not simply become the manager these guys want.
No. You have to become a manager. Because I don’t have the strength right now.
Besides, you don’t have any soul beads, right? First, securing my women comes first.
And I’m going to eat it. This upper area. All these administrators.
These guys won’t be boring guys like Samryong or Horizon.
Because it’s on a completely different level from those guys.
But it doesn’t matter. When did I have an advantage?
Of course they didn’t know I existed. So I was able to do it somehow. And I won.
But not these guys. People who know everything about me.
So, I will completely hide myself and eat you from the inside. Metallurgy. Slowly.
I don’t know how long it will take or if it’s really possible.
But… Does not matter. Because waiting is what I do best.
Furthermore… It doesn’t matter if he’s a villain? Okay. I like that too.
Since you said it doesn’t matter, you can be as evil as you want. If you want that.
Because I am confident in this too. Thank goodness. Because I was able to do something with confidence.
