#65
65. Value and worthlessness (3)
After a while, Amkena’s manipulation was over.
A system message popped up.
[Adjustment is complete.]
[Applying the changed settings. please wait for a moment.]
Issel snapped his fingers.
[Where to look!]
A thick ledger grew out of thin air.
Issel opened the ledger and began to skim the contents.
[There are 35 people in the current waiting room… … The Master’s instructions are… … .]
Isel muttered as she looked at the ledger.
Jenna approached and whispered to me.
“Brother, what happened? It’s a little strange.”
“I think it’s normal.”
“Is it really necessary to divide the first and second floors like this? It’s like…”
“Aristocrats and commoners. If the Master wants to deal with us as he intended, it’s a natural measure. I didn’t like it, but it turned out well.”
Iolka interrupted.
She was flapping a fine fan she had received as a gift.
“Nobles and commoners.”
Jenna sticks out her mouth.
I lightly put my hand on Jenna’s head.
“You get up early in the morning and go to the training center. At the training center, you roll hard until the evening. Then you hunt in the dungeon every day. More than half of the meat we eat is from you. You are active enough in the mission.”
I looked at the people gathered on one side of the plaza on the second floor and buzzing.
There was a deep worry on their faces.
“How are they?”
“You don’t do anything. You’re stupidly nice too. If it were me, I’d have been annoyed before.”
Iolka covered her mouth with a fan.
Edith, who was listening, sighed.
“Instead of not synthesizing, it means creating a class.”
“okay.”
All the heroes in the waiting room have shared a similar life.
They slept in the same bed, ate the same meals, and wore the same clothes. Efforts and achievements were different for each individual, but the rewards were not different.
It doesn’t matter if you run the waiting room mainly for synthesis with a small number of people.
However, in order to raise the current waiting room, which has remained at a primitive level, to the next level, measures to overcome it were absolutely necessary. That was the principle of separation.
Facility customization.
This feature was used only to decorate the waiting room in the early days of the game. The Masters did not accept that the hero possessed intelligence nearly human. It was treated as a piece of data with fixed abilities and grades.
But I was different.
I was quick to admit this, and found another use for what seemed decorative.
What Amkena built now is the A3 model I used in the very early days of Niflheim. Although there are not a few disadvantages, it was the simplest way to reduce the rate of synthesis. A cross-section of the model was drawn in the play log.
Issel closed the ledger.
Then, sprinkled with star dust, they circumnavigated the plaza once.
[Attention everyone! They will tell you the room assignment. I’ll only say it once, so listen up. It’s the master’s strict order, so if you dare to rebel, you’ll get scolded.]
Issel cleared his throat and put on a solemn expression.
[First of all, 1 party total, 4 people! 1st party is all on the 2nd floor. You can stay in the room you want. Same for the 2nd party. There are many rooms, so pick one anywhere.]
Isel’s instructions continued.
[Chloe, Enoch, Alter, Patrick, and even Amarin. You guys are also on the second floor.]
Relief appeared on the faces of those who were called.
Two cooks, a carpenter, a blacksmith and even a tanner. These were heroes who had been constantly honing their skills since being assigned to the facility. There were other assistant positions, but they lacked skills.
[Everything else is on the first floor.]
“Wait!”
A man from the corner of the square stepped out.
Issel puffed out her cheeks, where the breast meat wasn’t falling out.
[Are you dissatisfied?]
“Aren’t the rooms on the second floor spacious? Everything else is on the first floor. Isn’t this a waste!”
“That’s right! Even if you can’t, 30 people can stay on the second floor! Reassign the room!”
The man’s colleague exclaimed loudly.
Others who could not be called began to express their dissatisfaction with one voice.
“Reassign the room!”
“That’s right. How do you sleep in a room without a bed? It hurts your bones!”
[There is no end to these things.]
Issel smiled sweetly and clenched her fists.
Then, it spins around and soars into the air, then strikes the floor as it descends.
bang!
The entire waiting room shook violently with the sound of a bomb exploding.
Several people close to Isel got their ass kicked. The square suddenly became quiet. Issel folded his wings and climbed atop the shattered bench.
[Are you very full? Just a month ago, you guys were all synthetic. I know you’re lucky too.]
“but…….”
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[But what? Would you like to taste my nuclear punch?]
Isel raised his guard and stretched out his right hand as if to jab.
The small hand moved at an invisible speed and emitted a blast. At first glance, it seemed like a small and petite fairy, but Isel was a level 257 monster.
The commotion in the square subsided.
Isel nodded her head with a satisfied face.
[No complaints now, right? I’ll move on to the next one. Chloe, come forward.]
Chloe came out in front of Isel with a worried expression.
[Yes, you. you’re the chef the master ordered From now on, you and Amarin will serve as exclusive chefs for the restaurant on the second floor.]
“Are you the private chef?”
[I am in charge of meals for the family on the second floor.]
“Hey, wait!”
[What else?]
“What are we going to do if we take out all the cooks!”
Issel scratched his ears with a sad face.
[You guys do it. Dig up the soil or not. Oh, there’s something I didn’t mention, but from now on, eating meat is prohibited on the first floor. If you look in the cupboard on the first floor, there are potatoes. Bake it and eat it.]
“You can’t… do you mean we only eat potatoes?”
[however?]
“Sibal! Sleeping in dog poop and not cooking?”
A man with a strong build came out with a sigh.
“It’s unfair that I was dragged away by a master or something, but they treat us like this? You think you’re going to stay still!”
[What are you going to do if you don’t stay still?]
“This, this… search for it!”
The man drew a dagger and charged Isel.
Issel rolled up his sleeves. The moment I had a hunch that I was going to clean up a corpse,
The black light flashed.
The arm holding the dagger shot up in the air, spurting blood. The man stared blankly at his severed right arm and started screaming madly.
“Aaaaaagh!”
The young man moistened his lips with his tongue and swung his sword.
Drops of blood were scattered in all directions.
It was Belquist.
[What are you doing?]
“Isn’t it okay if I don’t kill you?”
Belquist looked down at the man lying on the floor covered in blood.
“Splice the arms together on their own. If you press it against the cross section, it will attach itself. Oh, don’t you know because I’ve never had it cut?”
The square froze in an instant.
Blood flowed from the sword in Belquist’s right hand.
“I came back after a bout and something interesting happened. I really like it.
“You bastard!”
shouted someone hiding in the crowd.
“I think it’s better than pigs and dogs. Isn’t that right, senpai?”
Belquist looked at me and grinned.
I frowned.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m sorry. It was so disgusting that I lost my hand without realizing it.”
Belquist shook off the blood and stored the sword in the scabbard.
Then I went to the wall at the corner of the plaza and leaned my back against it.
‘That guy is lucky.’
The man was crawling towards his severed arm.
If Belquist hadn’t stepped in, Isel’s head would have been smashed.
Isel flew up into the air and turned his gaze to the 3rd party who had joined the god square.
[Did you hear about it?]
“You mean that the 1st and 2nd floors are divided? The 1st floor is wallowing in the poop, and the 2nd floor is being treated.”
[In a word, yes. And you guys are on the 1st floor too.]
“Don’t worry. I’ll be right up there.”
Belquist touched.
Beside her, Nerissa was silent, her eyes closed.
[I’ll reorganize it for the idiot who didn’t understand. Of the 35 members, 13 belong to the second floor. The other 22 are on the first floor. Second floor kids are free. You can use all facilities in the waiting room. 1st floor kids are not allowed. If you go up to the second floor and get caught, you will die!]
Isel clenched his fist as if threatening.
[If you want to go up to the second floor, improve your skills. Take a good look everyone. Because here’s the perfect sample!]
Issel pointed at me and raised the bridge of her nose.
[The super ace who can do everything, imitate Han! Did you see what they do on the 15th floor? Did you see it! you guys can’t even imagine What a genius tactic… … Ughyagaga!]
I pulled Isel’s cheek.
However, the eyes around me were focused on me.
‘Did I take on a tired role again?’
I’ve said something like this before.
I sighed deeply and opened my mouth.
“If you want to live like a human, show off your abilities. Whether it’s in battle or whatever. The Master is watching you. If he decides it’s enough, even if you don’t like it, he’ll send you up to the second floor.”
“No matter how much it is, it’s not too much. We were brought here without knowing anything. To think we were forced to live like this.”
The man wept.
Belquist lifted his back from the wall. His right hand was touching the scabbard.
I said in a cool voice.
“Don’t touch me.”
Belquist returned to his place in silence.
I spoke.
“We are just like you.
“Hmm, that’s true. There was nothing to eat. If it twisted a little, it was synthetic.”
“Did you think we trained all day because we’re Hogu? Everything comes back.”
“Does that mean… that we should fight together with you?”
“I guess so.”
Auxiliary or gathering jobs are not yet needed.
Most of them will be combat positions, and among them, a handful of people with talent will be able to come up to the second floor. The man bowed his head.
‘The one who accepts is half. The one who can’t accept is half.’
I saw a few people in deep thought.
Some people went down to the first floor as if resigned.
However, there were also those who were clearly dissatisfied.
It was a simple psychological logic.
Because it was given and taken away. In an instant, everything I had enjoyed was taken away. The antipathy was bound to be strong. This part was Amkena’s mistake.
In order to facilitate the system transition, the timing of the free draw should have been delayed or stepped up gradually. If the nature is hardened and the system is in place, if it is changed in a hurry, a backlash will occur.
“dog sound!”
Like this.
The plump middle-aged man said, wiping the sweat from his brow.
“We won’t accept it. To go out and fight while being treated like garbage? Where is this unreasonable!”
“Bastards who didn’t go out even when they were well fed.”
Belquist laughed.
The man cried out without hesitation.
“Isn’t that so, comrades?”
“Yes. We will reclaim our rightful rights!”
Nearly 10 people instantly united.
The fat man smiled condescendingly.
“Did you think we wouldn’t know the secret you’ve been hiding?”
“secret?”
“The way to change the master’s will. You know that monster can’t lay a hand on us! I tried to hide it, but everything got caught. What? If you want to live like a human, fight monsters at the risk of your life? Isn’t that crazy! “
“That’s right!”
“We will declare our refusal to participate from now on!”
People gathered around the fat man and raised their fists.
A system message was updated along with a sound effect.
[‘Sitan(★)’ refused to participate!]
[‘Party 4’ has become inoperable.]
[‘Party 5’ has become inoperable.]
[Mass strike situation!]
[Heroes are rioting!]
I chuckled.
“You’re messing around without understanding the subject.”
I took the sword from my belt and set it down.
As I pushed with my foot, the sword spun on the plaza floor and slid down on them.
“Cut off each arm with that knife. Just like that guy. Then I’ll save you.”
I point to the man who is desperately trying to put his severed arm on.
The fat man said as if he was looking at a madman.
“Did you go back?”
“I can’t help it if I don’t listen. It’s cheap education.”
[Master, start compositing!]
rattle.
The door to the synthesis was opened.
