Chapter 389: Galaxy (8)
The chip production factory that used to be the main base of the Scrap Metal Faction.
Kim Minwoo was smiling very satisfyingly, savoring the divinity endlessly pouring in from the Belt of the Death Lord.
‘As expected, a multi-level structure is the best for explosively increasing and propagating believers.’
To gather believers quickly and efficiently, Kim Minwoo introduced an amazing system that accurately pierced the shallow desires of the slum's lower class.
It was exactly a referral system.
An unconventional multi-level propagation method where if they brought a new believer and gave their own name as a referrer, both the guy who brought them and the newly joined believer would each be given an extra bowl of special stew filled with real meat.
The effect was explosive.
The eyes of the slum residents, who had starved while chewing on trash-like synthetic sludge all their lives, perfectly rolled back completely.
They sold their souls for a piece of meat and grabbed the collars of not only family and friends but also complete stranger vagrants passing by on the street, dragging them over to competitively praise the God of Death and evangelize.
“I, I will believe too! Oh God of Deathhh! Hey, aren't you going to quickly write my name as the referrer?”
“Long live the great Factory Manager Kim Minwoo!”
Outside, the poor went crazy over the meat stew and brought in believers infinitely through the multi-level system, and inside the factory, chips were being copied wildly and pouring into the belt.
The infinite faith motive power was running at full tension.
“……You truly, how could you gather even faith in such a vulgar manner.”
Yoo Honbi, who was watching that chain-biting propagation scene, clicked her tongue and showed a fed-up expression, but Kim Minwoo merely shrugged his shoulders.
“Vulgar. I think it is very realistic and rational.”
“You mean their fake belief of selling their souls for a bowl of meat stew? Do you think such shallow things can become true faith!”
At Yoo Honbi's criticism, Kim Minwoo let out a pishik snort.
“So what if it's fake?”
“……What?”
“Does faith have to be flawlessly clear and pure sincerity right from the start? It doesn't matter at all even if it's a shallow belief started to eat one more piece of meat side dish or to receive better benefits than others. What's important is the fact itself that they started to believe in me.”
Kim Minwoo pointed with his chin at the lower class who were spitting and heating up over evangelizing outside the factory.
“A shallow, false belief started for money and benefits. At first, they will just forcefully bow their heads and pretend to pray. But what do you think will happen if they taste the sweetness of the benefits and later witness the gap with others with their two eyes?”
“…….”
“If they don't want to suffer losses, they are bound to believe tenaciously in the end. To live, and to gain more profits, they will deceive themselves and transform into true believers, won't they? I realized it after evangelizing. That belief is also a habit.”
At that wicked insight of cooking and boiling souls whole by exploiting human's shallow desires and jealousy, Yoo Honbi could not bear to find words to refute and merely bit her lip tightly.
Soon after, Kim Minwoo smacked his lips.
“Everything is good but…… we lack a lot of corpses.”
“……Corpses?”
“Don't you see the speed at which personality chips are coming out?”
Wiiiiing―!
Kwang!
Kwang!
The lower-class workers, their eyes rolled back at the stew containing real meat, were running the factory at 200% full capacity, truly with the momentum to smash the machines.
The cloned personality chips pouring onto the conveyor belt were already piling up like a mountain.
At that ignorant production speed, Yoo Honbi frowned.
“Did he not say that if copies are unreasonably repeated like that, the data will break, and even the remaining memories or ego will fade. Complex thinking abilities will be castrated and they will become simple, ignorant beasts or total idiots.”
“Yeah. Only remnants will be left and they will become stupid idiots. But…… isn't that actually better?”
“……What?”
Kim Minwoo genuinely welcomed it and smiled.
“Do you know who the original data being copied by the hundreds per second over there right now is? It's the personality chips of the gang bastards like the Scrap Metal Faction and Black Dog that we just sliced away.”
“……!”
“It's hundreds of times easier to brainwash and control idiots who became stupid without a single thought, rather than guys who awkwardly retain their egos and harbor dissatisfaction.”
“You truly are…….”
Punishing villains was a natural thing in the martial arts world too, but before this punishment rotten down to the bone, even Heavenly Demon Yoo Honbi could not bear to find words to refute and merely moved her lips.
Paying no mind to Yoo Honbi's fed-up gaze, Kim Minwoo smacked his lips.
Even if he scraped together all the gang bastards that divided the slum into three, it was barely around 10,000.
Their corpses had already all been resurrected as undead and shoved into the subspace a long time ago.
That didn't mean he could shove personality chips into the corpses of mutant rats or wild dogs rolling on the streets. He had to give them at least human-shaped bodies for their faith to well up.
“Is there anywhere I can get corpses in bulk?”
It was exactly the moment Kim Minwoo was scratching his chin and pondering.
Kugugugugung―!
A loud engine sound that seemed to tear the ears echoed above the slum's sky full of pitch-black exhaust fumes.
“Huh?”
In the vision of Kim Minwoo, who looked up at the sky, the sight of dozens of armed hovercrafts wrapped in heavy armor descending into the factory's front yard entered.
Wiiiiing! Cheolkeok!
The hatches of the hovercrafts opened, and those who popped out making heavy metallic sounds were qualitatively different from the crude gang members of the slum.
Elite forces with their entire bodies heavily plastered in expensive matte black combat chrome (mechanical devices) and heavily armed with plasma cannons and high-frequency vibration swords.
The mobile strike force directly under the Under City Integrated Control Bureau.
“Are you the rat bastards here? The bugs who dared to cut off the Control Bureau's supply chain.”
The mobile strike force captain snorted arrogantly, flashing his red optical lenses.
“I will make you regret turning the Control Bureau into an enemy in hell. Shoot and kill all the rat bastards who caused the riot! Melt them all down without leaving a single scrap of metal!”
Wiiiiing―!
Simultaneously with the command, the plasma cannons of the strike force members charged dark blue energy and aimed at Kim Minwoo's group.
The concentrated barrage of state-of-the-art cyberpunk firepower said to turn even high-strength alloy into liquid in an instant.
Kwaaaaaaang―!
“……Kuhahaha! It's warm! Very lukewarm!”
However, Vulcan, who walked out piercing through the thick gunsmoke, smiled as if he had just finished a pleasant sauna.
There was no way the crude firearms of cyberpunk could pierce the physical body of a Demon Realm Grand Lord.
“Were you barking like that trusting merely those crude lumps of iron?”
Yoo Honbi spat out coldly as if she was dumbfounded.
Behind her back, a dark red, blood-like demonic energy exploded like a volcano, causing a storm.
Peoeoeoeoeong―!!!
“Keuaaaak!”
“M-my defensive shield! The plasma isn't working……!”
The combat chrome of the mobile strike force, which prided itself on being the crystallization of cutting-edge technology, melted down like taffy from a single strike of Vulcan's black flame whip.
In the sky, Cedric shot down their hovercrafts like swatting flies with his blood-red spear aura, and Yoo Honbi's Heavenly Demon Divine Arts tore apart their alloy armor like slicing tofu.
Cyberpunk's weapons shattering like toys before the apex of fantasy, it was truly an overwhelming and unilateral massacre.
Just 3 minutes.
The elite mobile strike force that had arrogantly descended claiming they would sweep away the slum became lumps of scrap metal rolling on the floor with their limbs dismantled.
“…….”
Watching that miserable sight, Kim Minwoo's two eyes sparkled greedily.
“Wow, this is a jackpot?”
Kim Minwoo cheered as he tapped the corpses of the strike force members cut in half tuk-tuk with the tip of Hell Rhapsody.
“From their shell hardware, they are qualitatively different from the slum thugs! This is a total premium server rack!”
Elite soldiers possessing highest-grade chrome bodies and durability.
[Using skill, Land of Death (SSS)!]
Udeudeuk!
Deolgeureok!
The corpses of the mobile strike force that Vulcan and Yoo Honbi had finely sliced stood up in unison.
The skeletons roughly shoved the personality chips taken out from the inventory into their mechanical skull slots.
Jiiing―!
The gang chips, illegally cloned into tens of thousands at the factory, booted up inside the elite physical bodies of the mobile strike force.
“Uh……? I, came back to life……?”
As their vision brightened, the first thing that entered their mechanical eye glints was none other than Kim Minwoo's face.
The gang members faintly remembered the fact that the one who killed them was Kim Minwoo.
However, because they were unreasonably copied on the factory line, their egos and memories were already broken here and there and faded like fragments.
Normally it would have been normal to lunge right away or run wild with anger, but in their minds where complex thinking abilities were castrated, resentment and fear entangled bizarrely.
‘Wait. Revenge……? Should I get revenge? No, more than that, how am I moving perfectly fine by myself without being stuck in someone else's head right now?’
The eye glints of the guys looking down at their physical bodies with confused feelings suddenly expanded fully.
‘Th-this is the elite chrome of the Control Bureau's mobile strike force! With built-in plasma and high-strength alloy armor!’
To the gang members who lived with cheap back-alley scrap metal, this Control Bureau's state-of-the-art premium body was truly no different from a dream supercar they wouldn't be able to touch in their entire lives.
Faintly remaining resentment?
Revenge?
Who cares about that!
They were destined to be reduced to data scraps and go slowly crazy stuck in someone else's brain slot anyway.
But that devil, who they didn't know whether he was an enemy or a savior, threw them an elite Control Bureau physical body for free.
The beast-like thought circuits, simplified by chipped memories, reached a very quick and rational conclusion.
“Thank you! Overwhelming thanks! Oh great God of Death! To reincarnate us into such a highest-grade body!”
The complex feelings disappeared like melting snow before the pleasure of gaining a highest-grade lump of iron physical body.
Kim Minwoo, who satisfyingly kicked the premium server racks forcefully into the subspace.
He took out the original chip of the strike force captain he held in his hand as a spoil of war and connected it to a portable terminal.
Ppibik.
The memory data of the strike force captain and a hologram map of the Control Bureau floated in the empty air.
Kim Minwoo's gaze, which was scanning the map, stopped at one spot on the hologram.
[Under City Integrated Control Bureau Headquarters]
[Stationed Troops: Estimated over 30,000]
“……Tens of thousands?”
Tens of thousands of premium server racks.
The multi-level factory was about to stop running due to a lack of corpses, but they had essentially walked in and offered data on a massive supply destination.
‘If they struck first, they must have prepared to be hit, right?’
Kim Minwoo smiled chillingly as he casually rested Hell Rhapsody on his shoulder with a tuk.
“The corner store business ends here.”
It was time to play in bigger waters now.
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