I Conquer Hell and Heaven With 666 Trillion Coins

Dean was to spend that night at the villa he had just rented.

When Sabre left Dean’s side after a short while, the young man was left alone in the villa.

Of course, the company had provided him with servants, and bodyguards had been stationed outside the villa 24/7 to take him to work every day.

After a good night’s sleep, Dean was woken up by a ghost servant at around five in the morning.

The start time was much earlier than expected, but starting work early might actually be better for Dean.

He wouldn’t be able to leave the dungeon until the job was finished. Although, as he was one of the ’permanent players’, he could spend one week working in the Nether-Realm and the next in the Earth-Realm, the young man’s own preference was to work straight away.

He had three heavy tasks.

Tasks he thought he could complete with Percival.

His job would be to carry a great deal of timber and turn it into planks, but he hadn’t even managed to see the plank factory, that central facility, yet.

That area was on the outskirts of the city, right inside the shipyard, in the westernmost part.

It was right next to the area where small and large ships were built.

At least the route to the area where he would be carrying the timber was short.

Of course, this job was going to be MUCH harder than he’d imagined.

Due to the absence of industrial equipment and technology within the Nether-Realm, even the task of transporting timber had to be carried out using large horse-drawn carts and large handcarts.

The young man had got up from where he was lying, had a quick shower and got dressed in no time.

Without even thinking of eating anything, he left the villa straight away and, travelling in a horse-drawn cart used by the guards, made his way directly to the westernmost part of the shipyard.

The journey... although not on foot, had taken quite a long time.

After a journey of nearly an hour, Dean reached the work site at ten past six in the morning.

When he stepped down from the horse-drawn carriage, he could, of course, sense that many eyes were watching him.

The fact that the mist obscured his face caused everyone to pay even more attention to him.

Mind you, Dean couldn’t have cared less about any of that.

The young man had headed straight into the timber mill.

"Ah! At last, the head office has sent someone..." said one of the ghostly workers, and upon seeing Dean, he paused and shouted, "AH! A HUMAN?"

Before Dean could even work out what was going on, the man calmed down upon seeing the security guards standing right behind him.

"Sorry, lad, humans... you know... aren’t exactly built like tanks. At least not compared to us, ghosts. That’s why it’s mostly dwarf ghosts working here. My anger isn’t directed at you, but at those who didn’t explain this to you."

Even though the ghost couldn’t see him, Dean was grinning from ear to ear as the ghost explained himself.

He might not be VERY powerful, but he still had mana energy he could use, and Percival, who was physically incredibly strong, at his command.

"Percival," Dean said suddenly.

The ghosts around them were taken aback.

Well, that was only to be expected.

Of all the people who had come here, perhaps five of them had managed to form a contract with a ghost.

What’s more, each of them could understand what sort of ghost Percival was.

He bore no trace of the Nether-Realm’s energy.

Percival must have been a ghost from the Aether himself.

This had caused the other ghosts to envy him, yet at the same time, to respect him.

Ultimately, the fact that a ghost had gone to the Aether was down to the fact that he had led an INCREDIBLY pure and benevolent life.

The ghost they saw must have been an angel of goodness.

And so it was.

The number of people Percival had helped was beyond imagination.

This man, who was merely an ordinary hunter, had once, albeit unwittingly and without realising it, rescued a princess and had managed to completely prevent a situation that might have plunged his world into war.

Even this act, carried out unconsciously, was enough to secure him a place in heaven, yet Percival did not stop there.

He had dedicated the hunter’s money he had earned to children who, like him, had been left orphaned, and even in the very last second of his life, he had tried to save someone.

Percival himself was truly a ghost whom everyone who looked upon him ought to respect.

But how on earth could a ghost like that be under someone’s command?

When the ghosts around him turned their eyes back to Dean, they were at a loss for words.

"My butler, Percival, and I have come to help out with the work here. I might not be much use with physical labour, but I’m sure I’ll be good at supervision. I worked in supervision for a full three years in the Earth-Realm, in a factory just like this one."

At Dean’s sudden words, the ghost speaking to him chose to believe him.

It seemed as though Percival’s presence had prompted him to do so.

Moreover, Dean had wanted to take on the easier part of the job.

There were no specific instructions in the job description stating that he had to carry the logs and turn them into planks.

His job was to ensure the planks were transported to their destination and to report on this.

So, as long as he found an opportunity, he could even lie around doing nothing.

Admittedly, he wasn’t going to laze about, but it would certainly be part of his job.

"Could you show us what we need to carry?" Dean had asked.

As he spoke, the workers around him smiled, and some could be seen wiping their own sweat with the towels around their necks.

"I’ll register you straight away... sir?" the ghost had said.

"Decanus," Dean had replied.

And so the registration process was completed swiftly, and work began.

Although Dean was struggling, he was actually managing to load the planks onto a large handcart quite quickly.

The planks were being taken to the other end of the factory to be turned into timbers, whilst Dean, on each return journey, took as many planks with him as he knew he wouldn’t be pressed to carry.

The way people looked at him had changed completely in a short space of time.

Whilst Percival was taking over fifty timbers with him to the other workshop, Dean was dealing with the rest.

Even so, the work was, of course, progressing very slowly.

That was why Dean had sought out the ghost, the one currently in charge of the factory, whom he’d spoken to previously.

It didn’t take long for him to make an offer once he’d found the ghost.

Dean had offered to give the workers a full thousand Nether and Aether coins once each section of work here was completed.

When the Ghost heard this, he realised that if the money were divided amongst everyone, each person would receive less than a thousand.

Dean corrected him immediately.

When he said he would give each person a thousand Nether and Aether coins, everything changed completely.

The Ghost’s expression changed instantly; it was now possible to see the coin symbols surrounding his pupils.

"Does this... apply to me as well, sir?" Ghost couldn’t help but ask.

Dean burst out laughing at that moment and then gave a positive reply.

Within a minute, all the work had started up again, and the tasks began to progress very quickly in an organised manner.

Everything was going very well; tasks that would normally take three days were being completed in a matter of hours.

It was an incredible sight.

Neither the manager nor the staff seemed to realise they were capable of working like this.

After all, everything in the Nether-Realm usually moved at a snail’s pace. No one could die again, unless there was a battle, of course.

Perhaps that was why they’d never tried working at full capacity.

Still, one way or another, the work was getting done quickly.

Of course, they still had to work for hours on end.

Dean had changed his clothes again, putting on the work uniform he’d been given, which meant he’d been fully accepted at the workplace.

Within a matter of hours, all sixteen work shifts had completed their tasks; whilst Dean was carrying the planks, he’d also managed to carry out the checks using the schedules.

At the end of the shift, after eight hours had passed, he’d received his first payment.

He’d been given just fifty Nether and Aether coins.

The economic reality was bitter.

Still, this was the first time he’d earned Nether and Aether coins with his own hands.

A strange sense of pride washed over him, and the young man felt happy.

Perhaps it was because he possessed mana and holy power, but his body... didn’t feel tired at all.

It was as if he could work non-stop for twenty hours.

Still, everything was done for the day.

When the young man left work, hundreds of workers had come to see him off, as he was due to work at the other factory the following day.

It was a slightly comical scene. It was as if they were seeing off a hero being sent off to war.

There were even some among them who were weeping their eyes out.

Dean looked at them and, even though they couldn’t see him, smiled and let out a little chuckle:

"Haha!"

Now he could wander around the city, especially within the shipyard.

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