Damn Necromancer

Chapter 414: New Order (4)

Right after Park Jihoon's live broadcast ended, public opinion on Earth was completely overturned as if it had been hit by a nuclear bomb.

It was not that there had been no streamers turning on broadcasts from the mothership until now.

However, they had stopped at the level of boasting about their comfortable survival, cutting up rationed steaks or rolling around in fluffy beds at best.

But Park Jihoon was different.

With a reliable sponsor named Mary at his back, he ruthlessly shoved the super-gap over-technology raw and unfiltered into the entire world.

Molecular-level body remodeling, and even a full dive virtual reality game that directly connected brainwaves.

In the first place, putting forward a person named Park Jihoon as the main model was Mary's perfect calculation.

He was neither the chairman of a large corporation nor a successful high-rank Hunter. He was just a typical eternal deputy who had lived his entire life steeped in instant coffee and overtime.

He was the optimal figure to form the most perfect consensus with the ordinary common citizens who made up the absolute majority of Earth's population.

'If even that Deputy Park prays hard and sucks honey in a paradise like that, why can't I do it?'

The public perfectly projected themselves onto Park Jihoon's dazzling luxury.

Furthermore, unexpectedly, Park Jihoon's own broadcasting talent was also outstanding.

His sticky comments scratching the viewers' itchy spots with his uniquely unhateable brazenness and his unpretentious, vivid reactions relentlessly exploded the viewers' dopamine.

An overwhelming public consensus, perfect broadcasting hosting ability, and the mothership's massive technological prowess backing all of that up.

The synergy created by these three things perfectly meshing together triggered a truly global mega-hit.

—I thought it was a shelter, but that place was Valhalla.

—To think you can enjoy eternal youth and infinite pleasure as long as you have faith. Modern civilization completely declares defeat before the Death Lord's ship.

—After watching Deputy Park's broadcast, earning money on Earth feels completely meaningless……. Even if I empty my entire fortune, I can't ride that capsule for even 1 minute…….

Beyond an air raid shelter, the mothership became an absolute paradise promising eternal youth and entertainment to the haves, and a promised land where the have-nots could achieve an elevation in status solely through faith.

The fear for survival had now evolved into blind greed and desire.

And this bizarre fever was spreading not only to Earthlings but also to unexpected other races.

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Seoul, South Korea.

Blood & Iron Fitness, a training center exclusively for Awakened.

—Chwiik! One more! You weak Earth human! It is shameful to scream after just lifting iron a few times!

"Kkeuaaaaak! Ka, Karak teach! I'm dying! My bones are breaking!"

—If they break, you drink a potion and lift again! Chwiik! The warriors of the Caesar continent swung their swords even when their intestines spilled out! Lift!

Bulging green skin and protruding fangs.

It was a monster orc that had crossed over to Earth from the Caesar continent.

After the gates exploded, some of the orcs who settled on Earth under the control of the Death Lord Kim Minwoo utilized their aptitudes to find employment as PT trainers exclusively for Awakened and were achieving great success.

The reason was simple.

It was because the orc-style ignorant training methods and actual combat sparring were highly effective in raising the stats of the Awakened.

When exhausted from lifting heavy weights, the tough orc trainers would throw punches themselves and engage in actual combat sparring, and thanks to that, among the macho Awakened hungry for power, the orc PT became a super-popular course where one had to line up even with bundles of money.

It was especially so after Earth became dangerous.

—Chwiiiik! That is all for today's training. Good work, human.

"Heok, heok……. Th, thank you, Karak teach……."

Leaving behind the Awakened who collapsed frothing at the mouth, the head trainer, the orc warrior Karak, wiped his sweat satisfyingly and entered the break room.

Inside the break room, several orc instructors were already gathered and eating.

Hurururuk! Jjeop-jjeop!

—As expected, Earth's jjajangmyeon is fantastic, chwiik!

—I admit it. It is on a different level from the tough wild boar meat we ate on the Caesar continent. The magic powder called MSG contained in this black sauce moves the soul of an orc, chwiik!

The orcs greedily gulped down the noodles covered in pitch-black jjajang sauce and spewed happy snorts.

The orcs did not have much interest in the mothership Mary floating in the sky or the 1st round move-in.

Their brain structure was simple.

Fluffy beds? Comfortable room service? Such weak environments were unnecessary for orc warriors.

They could worship the Death Lord on Earth as well, and with the money earned from doing PT, they could buy and eat super-premium feasts like jjajangmyeon and seasoned fried chicken every day, so there was absolutely no reason to go inside that stuffy lump of iron.

It was that time.

—Everyone look at this, chwiik. It is the video the Earth humans were making a fuss about earlier.

One orc skillfully touched the smartphone screen with his blunt and thick fingers.

The orcs, who had taken a crash course on essential common sense and how to use electronic devices to settle on Earth under the Death Lord's rule, had now become splendid modern people who watched YouTube while eating jjajangmyeon every break time.

Over the smartphone hologram screen, Park Jihoon's live capsule game broadcast that had turned the whole world upside down yesterday popped up.

[Hyung-nims! Do you see this? The hit feeling is really crazy!]

On the screen, Park Jihoon was smashing a zombie's head with a shotgun.

—Chwiik? Is that illusion magic? Or is he really fighting?

—The humans call it a full dive capsule. They say if you go inside the machine, it connects your brain so you can fight like it is real in a fake world, chwiik.

—Fake world? Tsk, weak humans. Only by shedding real blood is one a warrior. If you go outside, there are plenty of gates and demonic beasts, so why fight with fakes.

It was when the head trainer Karak snorted and gulped down jjamppong broth hururuk.

A decisive line flowed out of Park Jihoon's mouth on the screen.

[Ah, pain synchronization is set to a default of 10% so it is bearable! Since I revive right away even if I die, it triggered my stubbornness and I can shoot all night long! They say if you raise the pain to 100%, you can feel real pain like in reality too. Of course, you can't just raise it, they say. Because it is dangerous.]

[Are you asking if there's no way at all? It's not that…… they say they check your mental strength. If you possess strong mental strength that won't result in death by shock from the pain, they say it is also possible to set the pain identical to reality. I can't do it, though.]

—……Uh?

Listening to the story, the chopsticks dropped with a ttuk from Karak's hand.

The red pupils of the orc warriors gathered in the break room simultaneously focused on the mothership's broadcast screen.

Orcs were not stupid. It was just that their mindset was so straightforward that it focused solely on struggle.

And when it came to battle and training, their brain structure worked more brilliantly than anyone else's.

They revive right away even if they die?

They can even set the pain to 100% and completely feel the pain of truly dying and the sense of actual combat, yet their physical body in reality is safe?

—Chwi, chwiiiik……!!

Karak's nostrils began to flare wildly.

Orcs considered it the highest honor to burn all their passion on the battlefield and die a grand death to leave their name. But conversely, they extremely despised a futile, dog-like death.

Dying absurdly in a shoddy fight, or dying namelessly without knowing the pattern of an unfamiliar demonic beast was a warrior's shame.

But if they go inside that magic box called a capsule? They could engage in life-or-death battles exactly like actual combat infinitely!

That was close to an ultimate infinite training ground for warriors.

—Th, that box…… where on earth is that glorious cradle of struggle!

—The Death Lord's mothership floating in the sky! They say you can use it if you pay something called Faith Points, chwiik! They say you can also return freely to Earth!

—Then pack your bags right now!

Kwang! Karak smashed the break room table and jumped up. The orcs' eyes became bloodshot.

—Chwiik! Starting today, we will execute 30,000 bows instead of squats! We will finish our extreme training on the mothership and return to the battlefield on Earth!

—Great Death Lord! Put me on the ark and insert me into the infinite arena, chwiik!

Urureukwangkwang!

Along with a vibration as if the fitness center would collapse, the Hulk-like muscular orc warriors all prostrated themselves in front of Kim Minwoo's hologram portrait and began bowing.

The overwhelming benefits spewed by the mothership Mary completely broke down even the boundaries of other races, and were sucking in global blind faith like a massive black hole.

A massive mega-hit beyond imagination.

And when this bizarre madness reached its peak.

Finally, the notice for the 2nd round move-in began to ring out over the skies of the entire world.

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"Fufufu. All of this is for the great Death Lord."

The captain's seat at the top floor of the mothership.

Mary looked at the tens of thousands of hologram monitors floated in the empty air and pleasantly clattered her jawbone.

In the center of the monitors, Park Jihoon's broadcast where he cheered while smashing zombie heads, and the graph of Earthlings' faith energy exploding in real-time were popping up.

[Currently, faith energy conversion rate across Earth is surging!]

[The average faith wave density of the waiting list for the 2nd round move-in is breaking through the limit!]

The system notification sound rang out endlessly.

Putting Park Jihoon at the forefront was a stroke of genius.

If a vested interest like a large corporation chairman had enjoyed that capsule, the public would have only felt relative deprivation.

But showing the most ordinary and insignificant unawakened person playing intoxicated by such dazzling benefits planted a terrifying certainty in the minds of the 8 billion Earthlings that they could do it too.

Mary's red eye glints flashed thickly with fanatical fever.

For the Death Cult including Mary, the paper scraps of money that Earthlings risked their lives to gather were trash that couldn't even be used as kindling.

The only meaningful value to them was 100% pure blind belief welling up from the bottom of the soul.

That is, only 'faith'.

So they created a new absolute currency called Faith Points.

The reason for generously shoving sweet fantasies and pleasures like capsules and rejuvenation into the mouths of Earthlings by mobilizing the mothership's overwhelming over-technology.

The purpose was only one.

It was to make a perfect and absolute religion that revered the Death Lord as the sole god take root deep in the bones across the entire planet of Earth, the great Master's home planet.

"Now, since we have shaken top-grade steaks enough in front of the hungry beasts' eyes……."

Mary hummed a tune and elegantly touched the system control panel.

"Now we should stop letting them drool and securely put the leashes on them."

Over the skies of the entire Earth, the notice for the 2nd round move-in lottery issued by the capitalistic Necromancer became a massive blood-red hologram and began to ring out.

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