Damn Necromancer

Chapter 385: Galaxy (4)

An unpleasant acid rain fell steadily.

A pungent, acrid smell of chemicals and thick smog covered the slum's sky pitch-black.

Above the gloomy back alley where not even light properly entered, only bright red hologram neon signs advertising adult products and illegal artificial organs flashed dizzily.

Kugugugu―!

Cheolgeureok! Cheolgeureok!

In the middle of that slum.

A massive ash-colored factory, soaring hugely as if crushing the surrounding old shacks, continuously spewed pitch-black exhaust fumes and rang out bizarre metallic sounds.

This was exactly the hell that squeezed the lifeblood out of the slum's lower class to mass-produce defective personality chips.

It was the main base of the Scrap Metal Faction gang, the rulers of this district.

Kkiiiiik―!

Along with a chilling siren sound announcing the shift change, the massive iron doors of the factory opened.

And the appearance of those pouring out from within was gruesome beyond measure.

“Cough! Cough!”

“Ah…….”

The lower class suffering from 18 hours of murderous labor a day. They were closer to walking corpses rather than humans.

Unable to consume proper nutrition, their organic faces and bodies were so skin-and-bones they were sunken like skeletons, and their cheap mechanical limbs, lacking lubrication, made terrible rupturing sounds like crying cicadas with every step they took.

Dead pupils that had lost focus.

Having their labor sucked down to the bone, they dragged their feet on the floor and headed toward the distribution center in front of the factory.

“Stand in line straight, you maggot-like bastards!”

“Any bastards waddling around won't get a single drop of soup for distribution!”

Guarding the front of the distribution center were the Scrap Metal Faction gang members, their entire bodies heavily plastered with brutal combat chrome.

In their hands, heavy firearms spewing dark blue plasma and high-frequency vibration swords were held fiercely.

Armed with overwhelming military power, they looked down at the lower class as if looking at bugs and casually tossed the distribution goods onto the floor tuk-tuk.

Chaenggeurang. Tuk.

A day's wages gripped in the trembling hands of the lower class.

A single finger-joint-sized ultra-small cheap mana fuel cell and one defective nutritional tube with a disgusting green light were everything.

A distribution amount strictly calculated to the exact calories needed to just breathe for a day and pull the factory lever again tomorrow.

It was that time.

“E-excuse me! Sir! Please, I beg you!”

A skin-and-bones old man prostrated on the floor and grabbed the hem of a gang member's pants.

“My granddaughter's artificial lung filter is completely broken! With just this one cheap fuel cell, we can't last a day! Please, please, even an advance is fine, just one more……!”

“Ah, seriously, where are you touching me so unluckily!”

Peoeoeok―!

The gang member's ignorant steel military boot mercilessly kicked the old man's face.

“Keuaaaak!”

“An advance? Are you joking? Do you think we're some charity organization? It's none of my business whether your granddaughter's filter stops or not, so if you're that short, extract your remaining kidney and sell it!”

Looking at the old man collapsed on the floor vomiting blood, the gang members giggled and mocked him.

A sight of perfectly extracting the marrow of the weak and trampling them.

It was an all too natural and common everyday life in the slum. It was when no one could step forward to help the old man and kept their heads deeply bowed.

A corner of a dark alleyway.

Being struck by the steadily falling acid rain, there were two shadows silently watching the entire sight.

“……What a disgusting sight.”

Heavenly Demon Yoo Honbi clicked her tongue with eyes full of disgust. Tyranny from the Unorthodox faction or the Demonic Cult existed in the martial arts world as well, but such mechanical wickedness, calculating life force merely into numbers and efficiency and gnawing down to the bone, was enough to induce nausea.

However, the reaction of the man standing next to her, Kim Minwoo, was completely different.

Rather, the corners of his mouth were curling up fiercely, as if he was very satisfied.

“Yeah? I quite like it.”

“……What? You like the behavior of those bug-like bastards?”

“Religion, you see, originally blooms most splendidly in the midst of terrible despair where the leash is tightened right under your chin.”

Kim Minwoo casually rested Hell Rhapsody on his shoulder with a tuk and his eyes flashed chillingly.

“What do you think happens if you feed a warm meal and provide a safe place to sleep to those guys who are squeezed down to the bone and wouldn't be strange to starve to death right now? They'd throw away shallow calculations and instantly turn into blind, earnest, true fanatics.”

“…….”

“Besides, to keep running that chip factory, we need skilled workers anyway, right? All we have to do is slice away all those trash gang bastards and use those lower-class people as factory employees. Faith comes from the tens of thousands of chips piled up in the warehouse, and blind faith pours out from the workers assembling them? This is practically a perfect double faith copying setup.”

To simply leave such excellent faith batteries alone was a dereliction of duty as a stagnant water.

Kim Minwoo lightly flicked his finger.

Paaaat―!

Behind his back, from the shadow of the dark alleyway, a horde of Dragon Tooth Soldiers flashing blue eye glints began to rise endlessly.

“Kill all those tin can bastards.”

It was the moment a true cosmic disaster of a different dimension opened its maw over the vicious predators of the cyberpunk slum.

“Shoot! Shoot them! Turn those guys into honeycombs right now!”

Along with the Scrap Metal Faction boss's spiteful command, the gang members raised their plasma guns and laser rifles in unison. Dark blue light flickered in their mechanical eyes as combat optical sensors and thermal imaging detectors spun wildly.

It was to grasp the positions of the enemies hiding in the shadows of the dark alleyway.

However…….

[Warning! The target's body temperature is not detected!]

[Biosignal zero! Error! Error!]

“……Huh? Wh-what is this! Nothing is being picked up on the thermal sensors!”

“Did they equip top-tier invisibility chrome or something?! Damn it, where did they go!”

It was when the gang members were panicked, swinging their muzzles back and forth.

“They call them mechanical eyes. They're no different from blind people.”

A languid yet chilling whisper echoed in the empty air.

Seureureuk―.

A perfect predator of death, with neither a heart nor body temperature, that could never be caught by state-of-the-art sensors.

The Blood Duke Olivia bloomed elegantly from within their shadows.

Her pale nails, harboring the martial art of the Formless Sword, lightly drew across the empty air in an unseen trajectory.

Seogeok―!

“Keuaaaak!”

Three gang members' high-strength alloy necks were sliced away vainly like rotten tofu by the invisible attack.

It was the signal flare of a massacre.

Cheolgeureok! Cheolgeureok!

The bones of the massive Dragon Tooth Soldiers lined up in the darkness twisted bizarrely.

Discarding their heavy armor in an instant and transforming into Dragon Tooth Soldier Advanced Assassins, they poured down like thunderbolts from the blind spots, clutching daggers.

Peobeobeobeok! Kwajik!

“Kkeuaaaak! Keuaaak! I can't see them! I can't see the bastards!”

“Damn it! Why is the alloy armor being pierced by a bone dagger…… Keoheok!”

An assassin legion with neither biosignals nor body temperature.

The sensor technology of state-of-the-art cyberpunk was merely crude and powerless tin cans in front of the undead draped in death.

“Aaaah…… S-save me……!”

In just a little over ten seconds, the slum's back alley, which had arrogantly squeezed the poor, had completely transformed into a perfect slaughterhouse muddy with the blood and machine oil of the Scrap Metal Faction gang members.

The Scrap Metal Faction factory manager, who was watching the gang members being slaughtered through the window of the manager's office.

It was the moment he was about to press the emergency call button under the desk with his trembling hands.

Seureureuk.

Before his finger could even touch the button, Olivia's nails, which silently rose from the shadow behind his back, cleanly slit the factory manager's throat.

Seogeok―.

“……Keok.”

Without even being able to report it, the neck of the fat machine-modified human rolled vainly onto the floor.

Even the gang's upper management had been perfectly taken care of without a single sound.

Meanwhile, the skin-and-bones workers gathered in the plaza were sitting slumped, losing their minds before this overwhelming massacre.

The cruel gang members who had been sucking their marrow had turned into meat paste in just a few minutes.

Was it their turn now?

Kim Minwoo walked out briskly in front of them, who were so terrified they couldn't even breathe properly.

“Now, let's everyone have a meal first.”

Paaaat―!

Kim Minwoo opened his subspace ring.

Wareureureureu!

A mountain of food poured down onto the floor.

Red and deliciously ripe tomatoes, fresh vegetables with the smell of dirt, and large fresh fruits and real meat.

“Wh-what in the world is this……?”

“It's vegetables! Real vegetables! Oh my god, smell it!”

A state-of-the-art machine city where the soil had completely died due to extreme acid rain and exhaust fumes.

Pure organic vegetables and fruits grown by digging real dirt here were ultra-expensive luxury goods that even the top 0.1% of megacorp executives found hard to obtain.

A bewildered worker picked up a tomato with a trembling hand as if possessed and took a big bite.

The moment the bursting sweet and sour real fruit juice filled his mouth, a waterfall of tears burst out from his hollow eyes.

“Heoeoeoeong! D-delicious! It's so delicious!”

Starting from that first bite, the workers lunged like beasts and began to hastily shove the vegetables and fruits into their mouths. To them, who had chewed and swallowed only synthetic sludge like factory wastewater all their lives, this 100% natural taste was truly religious salvation itself.

Kim Minwoo, who was happily watching that blind eating show, smiled beamingly while leaning on Hell Rhapsody like a cane.

“Ah, let's exchange greetings. I'm Kim Minwoo, the new boss who has officially taken over this factory as of today.”

The gazes of the hundreds of workers munching on vegetables simultaneously focused on him.

“I will keep running the factory. Your jobs won't disappear either. Instead, I will take care of your meals amazingly well compared to the predecessor bastards who just died. Stuffed full with the real food you just ate.”

Kim Minwoo asked with a benevolent smile like an angel.

“How is it? Do you all have the intention to keep working with me?”

“Yes! Yessir! We will absolutely do it!!”

“Long live the new boss!! We will bury our bones here!!”

There was not even a single second of hesitation in their answers.

They were exploited down to the bone anyway and had not even a shred of affection for the gang bastards.

To the workers who had inwardly shouted 'Good riddance, ptui!' when those bastards were sliced away, Kim Minwoo, who cleaned out the gang with military power and promised to feed them real food every day, was an absolute god descended and the best employer.

The middle of the blood-stinking slum.

It was the moment a merciless yet merciful new factory manager ascended, perfectly bewitching the souls of the lower class with overwhelming violence and the food that only those at the apex of capitalism could enjoy.

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