Damn Necromancer

Chapter 415: New Order (5)

Until now, the mothership Mary, as viewed by the vested interests, was merely a slightly oversized and flashy air raid shelter to run away to and avoid the chaos on Earth.

They still could not let go of their lingering attachment to Earth's currency and power.

Because they firmly believed that once the gate incidents or shadow attacks subsided someday, the capitalistic hierarchy they had built up would operate normally again.

However, the Megacorp over-technology shown by Park Jihoon shattered that petty hope to pieces.

Perfect rejuvenation through molecular reassembly.

The pleasure of infinite virtual reality where even death is not feared.

Eternal youth and immortality, which Qin Shi Huang couldn't obtain even after devoting his entire life, and a treasure trove of transcendent civilization touching the realm of gods.

Earth's money or power had no meaning anymore.

The fact that even if you offered your entire fortune by the truckload, you couldn't even buy a single bowl of warm soup in that heaven high up in the sky, was bone-chillingly engraved into the whole world.

Now, beyond a shelter, the mothership had become the ultimate utopia they had to unconditionally enter by any means and methods necessary, even if it meant abandoning everything on Earth.

The aftermath began to appear immediately.

＊ ＊ ＊

Seoul, South Korea. The highest floor of the Ilseong Group headquarters, the Chairman's office.

Ttareureureureung—!

Ttareureureureung—!

Dozens of direct phone lines placed in Chairman Kim Gangcheol's office were screaming.

The secretariat was already paralyzed.

"Chairman! It's a US Senator! He's asking to please spare just one move-in ticket, saying he will hand over his entire Swiss bank secret account!"

"Chairman! This time it's a Middle Eastern oil tycoon! He's asking if there's any way to exchange his oil fields for Faith Points, saying he will transfer all of them to Ilseong Group!"

"Domestic political and business figures have completely set up camp in the 1st-floor lobby and are prostrating! It's a total uproar, they're saying they'll donate their entire fortunes to the Cult if we just let them enter the lottery!"

Even the voice of the chief secretary giving the report was sick of it.

The big shots who had controlled the Earth were now clinging to Ilseong Group's trouser legs, having thrown away all their face and pride.

The reason they were hanging onto Ilseong Group this much was clear.

Currently, on Earth, the official partner most closely connected to the Death Lord Kim Minwoo, and one of the secular representatives of the Death Cult, was exactly Ilseong Group.

A means to contact Kim Minwoo directly, who was holed up in that 150km iron fortress-like mothership high up in the distant sky, did not even exist for Earthlings in the first place.

Even if they miraculously found out the communication network, what audacious bastard would dare make a direct call to the absolute, saying 'I have a lot of money, so spare a room for me'?

If they accidentally rubbed the Death Lord the wrong way, beyond being refused move-in, nine generations of their family might have to run reserve forces training as undead.

Clinging directly to him was far too burdensome.

Therefore, they had no choice but to stick like leeches to Chairman Kim Gangcheol, a fellow Earthling they thought they could somewhat communicate with, and who was like Kim Minwoo's right-hand man.

"Heoheo, my word. Look at them."

Chairman Kim Gangcheol clicked his tongue and looked down out the window.

In reality, the front of the Ilseong Group headquarters was crowded with political and business big shots who had flocked there in foreign cars.

He leisurely took a sip of coffee and turned on the hologram communicator placed on his desk.

Paaaat—.

Along with a blue light, the figure of Mary wearing a purple ribbon popped up.

"Yes, Chairman! Did you call?"

"Oh, is it Mary. You must be busy assisting our son, I'm sorry. It's nothing else, it's just that it's so noisy outside."

Kim Gangcheol pointed out the window with his chin.

"As you can see, the prominent big shots of Earth are clinging to me constantly, asking for move-in tickets or Faith Points. They're throwing fits, saying they'll donate their entire fortunes to the Cult or transfer their shares to Ilseong Group. Did Minwoo perhaps mention if he intends to open a special VIP screening or an admission by donation for those guys in this 2nd round lottery?"

At Kim Gangcheol's question, Mary on the screen firmly shook her head.

"He does not. We cannot allow even a single spot."

"As expected, right?"

"Of course! Chairman. Why do you think we specifically highlighted an ordinary common citizen like Deputy Park Jihoon? The public is sensitive. The moment there is a flaw showing that a ticket to the mothership can be bought with money and power, the blind hope harbored by the 8 billion humans will degenerate into relative deprivation and distrust."

Mary clattered her jawbone and continued.

"The great Master must become the savior of the general public and an absolutely fair god. We must thoroughly engrave that even if they bring 100 trillion won of Earth's money, it is less valuable than a single sincere prayer from a cog in an ordinary SME. Perfect fairness. It is the most powerful weapon we have to control humanity. We must not give them any room for doubt."

Before faith, billionaires and beggars from the slums are perfectly equal.

This bizarre yet perfect fairness was exactly the core of the religion that drove Earthlings crazy.

At Mary's clear-cut answer, Chairman Kim Gangcheol smiled and nodded his head.

"I understand. I just asked to confirm since they were whining so annoyingly outside. I, too, had absolutely no intention of opening the back door for those arrogant vested interests."

Of course, the direct members of the Ilseong Group were an exception.

Because they had already received perfect move-in tickets.

They just weren't using them right now.

Thick arrogance flashed in Kim Gangcheol's eyes.

In the past, Ilseong Group was the greatest conglomerate in South Korea, but ultimately, they were merely a company that had to walk on eggshells around the nation.

However, now with the Death Lord Kim Minwoo as a solid backer, Ilseong Group was on a different level.

A unique, supranational, transcendent corporation on Earth transcending borders and ideologies.

From the perspective of Kim Gangcheol, who had already grasped global hegemony, the sight of the existing vested interests clinging to a rotten rope and whining was merely a funny comedy.

"Then, I'll chase away the guys outside as usual. It'll actually be a good picture for the public. A very excellent propaganda effect showing that even a chaebol head cannot step over the threshold of the mothership and gets chased out of Ilseong Group if they lack faith."

"A perfect judgment, Chairman. Then I will proceed with the preparations for the 2nd round lottery notice."

As the communication cut off, Kim Gangcheol called the chief secretary and flicked his finger.

"Tell the guys setting up camp outside. The Death Lord's grace cannot be bought with Earth's rotten money. Tell them if they want to board the ark, they should go back right now, get on their knees, and pray."

＊ ＊ ＊

"No! You cannot buy move-in tickets with money!"

Ilseong Group's official announcement was transmitted all over the world.

No admission by donation, no special VIP screening.

Only a soul wave inspection through a faith orb.

An iron mace fell, stating that thoroughly sincere faith and prayer were the only criteria for the 2nd round move-in lottery.

Upon hearing that news, the vested interests fell into perfect despair.

"D-damn it! You mean the trillions of won sitting in my bank account have really become scraps of toilet paper!"

For the desperate, only one option remained.

If they couldn't buy benefits with money and power, they would remodel their own brains, even if they had to pour out all their remaining money and power.

This crazed era soon birthed an unprecedented and bizarre trend right in the middle of Daechi-dong, Gangnam.

"Now, everyone close your eyes! Inhale! Look at the pendulum! Red Sun—!"

A top-grade building in Daechi-dong that used to house a Seoul National University medical school prep class.

Now, it hung a bizarre sign reading [Death Cult F-Rank Free Pass Specialty! Top-Grade Cranial Nerve Brainwashing Class!].

"CEO! The mid-sized company you built up your whole life? That's all an empty shell! Your multi-billion won small building in Gangnam? It's worth less than toilet paper in the mothership's bathroom! Only! The Death Lord is your only savior! How is it! Doesn't your heart swell as if it's going to tear apart?"

"Eu, eueueuk…….! My company……. My money……. No, I can't…….! Lord……! Looord!!"

Gangnam's rich people and upper-class figures lying on top-grade hypnosis chairs muttered nonsense while sweating profusely.

Next to them, the best psychiatrists and top-tier hypnotists in the country were sticking close and manipulating their brainwaves.

"You just calculated your building's monthly rent in your head again, didn't you? Can't you see the faith orb getting cloudy? You must strip away that dirt of filthy capitalism yourself! He is not the Awakened Kim Minwoo, he is a great god! I'm doubling the hypnosis concentration until tears stream down looking at the Lord's hologram portrait!"

"Aaaaaak! Lord! Save me! My petty pride is all trash! Long live the Death Lord!"

The upper-class elites who had trampled on others their entire lives and calculated the world solely through numbers and profit.

Wanting to get a taste of the over-technology inside a 150km ship, they were voluntarily bringing huge sums of money and crushing their own pride and reason.

"Yes! The orb is starting to shine! Director, that emotion right now! Maintain that blind awe! You have finally passed F-rank!"

"Uwaaaaaah! I did it! I gained the Lord!"

A bizarre and comical skit where prominent wealthy people and vested interests in Gangnam hugged each other, wailed, and rejoiced.

It was a new order crafted by Kim Minwoo, who stood at the apex of capitalism, where the existing power and capital were perfectly castrated.

Earth's paradigm was going crazy at an unstoppable speed under the Death Lord's feet like this.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!