Damn Necromancer

Chapter 384: Galaxy (3)

A beaming smile spread across Kim Minwoo's face.

To evangelize a person, one had to feed them, house them, and soothe all sorts of complaints.

But what about these chips?

The maintenance cost was entirely just a rat-tail-sized mana supply to maintain activation.

Compared to the food and maintenance costs of feeding and housing tens of thousands of humans, it was literally at the level of being virtually free.

It was a great discovery that truly overturned the paradigm.

Kim Minwoo lightly kicked the thug captain trembling at his feet.

"Hey."

"Y-yessir! Savior!"

"The personality contained in this cheap chip. Exactly what is it like?"

"Ah, that's…… because it's truly a trash-like remnant fragment, things like emotions are almost castrated! If it collides when synchronizing with the original body's owner, they go crazy, so complex thoughts or egos are all blown away, leaving only a very simple and ignorant instinct shallowly……."

'Aha. So it's that kind of structure.'

Kim Minwoo nodded his head.

With complex emotions castrated, there was a high probability that growth would stop at a shallow belief forcibly squeezed out just to live.

'But what if I think about it the other way around.'

Originally, blind fanaticism was something that mindless, simple, and ignorant guys fell into more easily than complex guys who weighed this and that.

If so, couldn't these simple tin-can chips with castrated emotions eventually break through their limits and evolve into true fanatics later on?

'Well, I can slowly experiment with that later.'

Just discovering the possibility of infinite faith copying was already enough to make his belly burst.

If the quality was lacking, he could just make up for it with an overwhelming quantity. If he robbed a factory and secured tens of thousands of chips, even that shallow faith would form a massive ocean.

Kim Minwoo patted the thug captain's shoulder very affectionately tuk-tuk.

"Are there many factories that pile up and sell these cheap chips?"

"Yes? L-lower-class cheap chip factories are scattered everywhere if you go to the back-alley scavenger district, but……."

Kim Minwoo turned his head toward Yoo Honbi, looking at the Galaxy Alliance's slums spreading endlessly behind his back with enraptured eyes.

"It's a truly wonderful place. Isn't it?"

"……."

Yoo Honbi frowned deeply instead of answering.

'What is this guy plotting again?'

She inwardly clicked her tongue.

It had only been a little over a week since she accompanied him, crossing the line of death from the terrible Outer God's territory to this bizarre world of metal.

However, she, who was nominally the apex of the Demonic Cult, had more than enough grasp of what kind of person Kim Minwoo was during that short time.

That every time that guy smiled so brightly, a terrible rampage transcending imagination would occur.

'Just which pitiful bastards is he planning to strip down to their souls this time to smile like that.'

Behind that brutal smile, it was obvious a wicked plan to turn this machine city completely upside down was coiled up.

Yoo Honbi tapped the hilt of her demonic sword tuk-tuk as if deliberately tired and snapped at him.

"Every time you smile like that, the surroundings always turn into a sea of blood. What are you planning to do this time?"

"I'm merely trying to conduct very wholesome and peaceful religious activities."

Yoo Honbi's brow furrowed deeply.

"……Religious activities? You mean what you do in the Heavenly City?"

"Yeah. Very wonderfully, this chip also offered a prayer, you see?"

Her blood-red pupils scanned the defective chips rolling on the floor. Recalling that bizarre phenomenon Kim Minwoo had shown while experimenting a moment ago, she swallowed a gasp.

"So your faith can be…… even with things like that……."

"Yeah. It means it gets copied."

Kim Minwoo nodded with a beaming smile.

At that nonchalant affirmation, Yoo Honbi's mind became complicated.

'If what he says is true…….'

Faith is immediately divinity. If chip fragments that didn't need to be fed and housed poured out infinite faith, just how far was the end of the strength this man would reach.

It was obvious what Kim Minwoo was going to do.

He would try to gather those chips in massive quantities to supply faith.

While Yoo Honbi had a troubled expression, Kim Minwoo cheekily struck up a conversation.

"So about that, I'd like you to help me a bit."

"……Help you? Why should I?"

Yoo Honbi snorted.

At that, Kim Minwoo retorted with a very nonchalant face.

"Why are you being so cheap. I saved all the residents of your planet, didn't I?"

"……."

At those words, Yoo Honbi couldn't bring herself to deny it and closed her mouth. Of course, they had cooperated with each other for survival on that terrible destroyed planet, but with Kim Minwoo's abilities, he could easily have traveled comfortably alone without necessarily taking in the refugees.

But he saved them. He generously emptied the supplies and capital in his subspace to feed and save her people.

Yoo Honbi snapped sharply.

"……Wasn't that just an act to increase your believers?"

"So, was it wrong to save them?"

"……That's not it, but."

Yoo Honbi bit her lower lip.

He probably saved them thoroughly for his own purpose and benefit. But whatever the reason, the result itself that her people survived the terrible destruction thanks to the hand he extended was an undeniable truth.

If a debt of gratitude is owed, paying it back is the duty of a martial artist and the pride of the Heavenly Demon.

After a moment of silence, Yoo Honbi re-gripped the hilt of her demonic sword and spat out a reply with a tuk.

"……Fine. I'll consider the debt of saving my people paid with this."

"An excellent choice."

As if dropping into a cyberpunk worldview wasn't enough, he had obtained a super-powerhouse of the Heavenly Demon class, who used to command the world, as his vanguard action captain.

It was the moment his infinite faith copying plan fully raised its curtain. But before robbing factories in earnest, there was one thing to check.

'Let's check if the route home is intact first.'

Kim Minwoo pulled out the brilliantly shining special item, Heavenly City Free Entry Pass, from his inventory.

An invincible free pass obtained by ascending to the position of a divine entity in District 1, allowing him to freely travel between the Heavenly City and Earth.

It was the moment he was about to inject mana and open a portal.

Jijik! Jijijijik―!

A pitch-black noise arose on the surface of the entry pass that always shone brilliantly, and a red warning window filled his vision.

[Warning! The dimension currently located in is the outskirts of an area where the system's interference is extremely faint!]

[Due to the previous out-of-standard dimensional explosion, the return coordinates to the Heavenly City have been severely damaged!]

[The distance is too far. Re-exploring return coordinates and forcefully restoring the dimensional network.]

[Estimated time required: Unknown.]

"……Huh?"

Kim Minwoo blinked his eyes.

Noticing the change in his expression, Yoo Honbi approached with a frown.

"Is there a problem?"

"Says it's a backwater where the system reception is bad."

At those words, Yoo Honbi's brow deeply furrowed as she briefly checked the connection with the Heavenly City.

"……So does that mean we're helplessly trapped in this disgusting world of metal until the coordinates are found again."

Yoo Honbi's face hardened coldly with displeasure.

The stinging exhaust fumes from all directions, artificial organs, and even the disgusting cyborgs mimicking martial arts relying on metal. From her perspective as the Heavenly Demon, this place, Galaxy, was a nauseating world she wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"Trapped? That's a disrespectful word to bring up in a heaven-like place like this. Now, Mr. Guide. Lead the way."

"Y-yessir! Oh great savior! Where shall I escort you!"

The thug captain crawled on the floor and flattered him like a tail-wagging dog.

Kim Minwoo casually rested Hell Rhapsody with a tuk and pointed beyond the slum where bright red neon signs flashed.

"That cheap chip factory you mentioned earlier. That will be our first sanctuary."

"Aha! B-but savior! That factory is tightly held by a terrifying gang called the Scrap Metal Faction that rules this slum, so their numbers will be quite substantial……."

The thug cautiously expressed his worry, but Kim Minwoo merely snorted.

"They have large numbers?"

Paaaat―!

As Kim Minwoo flicked his finger, pitch-black skeletons flashing blue eye glints and a brutal horde of Dragon Tooth Soldiers began to pour out endlessly from the shadows of the dark alleyway.

"Are they more than me?"

"……Hi, hiiiiik!"

Facing the suddenly appearing army of death, the thug freaked out and planted his nose on the floor.

"Guide the way. Because as of today, I'm the boss of that factory."

In fact, there was a certain calculation behind Kim Minwoo robbing the factories in the lower-class district first, rather than charging right into the main base of the Galaxy Alliance and causing a rampage.

The Heavenly City where refugees from numerous dimensions gathered.

Kim Minwoo had met all sorts of species there, but he had rarely seen refugees from this state-of-the-art machine civilization, Galaxy.

That meant that even in the current situation where Outer Gods were stirring up all dimensions and pronouncing destruction, these people possessed an overwhelming military power sufficient to firmly protect their own world.

Perhaps the top-tier powerhouses of Galaxy might never fall behind the Seven Lords of the Heavenly City.

On the other hand, what was his current condition?

He had dragged out and used all his core cards, including the Guidance of Destiny which had a whopping two-month cooldown, to fight a life-or-death battle with Mutakta, the apostle of the Outer God.

Because he was swept up in the aftermath of the out-of-standard dimensional explosion, his physical condition was also not completely intact.

'Rather than exhausting strength right away, recovering my body and inflating my strength is the priority.'

So, the primary plan he established.

To rob all those scattered cheap chip factories and construct a base camp for infinite faith copying.

It wouldn't be too late to overturn the board after sucking honey like that, recovering his combat power, and pumping his divinity to the limit with the copied faith.

An isolated cyberpunk world where communication was cut off and the retreat path was blocked.

However, far from despairing, the ruthless factory robbing of an out-of-standard monster, stepping out for frontier farming while humming a tune, was beginning in earnest.

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