Chapter 135 – 135. Rest for the Unworthy

He restored his magic with the items he had and the potion made by the alchemist, and enslaved all the survivors at Hyo-seon Girls’ High School in half a day.

There were about 300 people in Hyoseon Girls’ High School, and about 50 people died during the battle. To set an example for those who rebel, they cut off the heads of 20 useless non-Awakened people and gave them to Cassinax and Indicron as snacks.

“There are a total of 230 survivors of Hyoseon Girls’ High School…”

“There are about 120 people in the mart, so if we all gather, there will be about 350 people.”

Three hundred and fifty survivors. There are more than two hundred non-Awakened among them. And among the nearly 200 non-awakened, those caught at Hyoseon Girls’ High School had a rather large proportion of the elderly.

It was as if all the elderly and infirm who survived in this neighborhood were accepted here.

‘Looks like they accepted everything without a strainer.’

It is difficult. I mean, it’s really difficult. From handicapped to old and young. None of them are of any use right now. At least the children have the potential to grow… The future of the disabled and the elderly was uncertain.

It’s useless to keep alive, and it’s just a waste of resources. If you want to find something useful… To make an alcid infection or to experiment with a dangerous item?

‘Awakeners are useful, but I don’t know if there’s a need to accept non-Awakeners that way.’

To be honest, if you succeed in cultivating mushroom people within this week, workers of better quality than humans will be born. It can be used as an offering and reproduces quickly, so it seemed unnecessary to have insectivores.

Besides, the Mushroom People need only water and corpses. If left alone in moderation, it will take care of itself.

“There are more non-awakened people than I thought. Do we really need this many people?”

I asked my girls just in case. Then everyone shook their heads in disapproval. After summarizing the opinions of the whole group, Aram answered as the representative.

“Well… It wouldn’t be bad to clean it up in moderation.”

Thanks to the fact that they have survived with me for a long time, they know how to distinguish between public and private affairs. From a public point of view, they are a bundle of baggage that must be thrown away. Sympathy or pity for the elderly or minorities is a very personal feeling, and it is not very helpful for the survival of the group.

Spending food or food uselessly. Only the mouth is stretched out.

Of course, even these private feelings are legitimate feelings for Heeseon noona, who can be said to be the least moderate among the group, or Areum.

Yewon, who only cares about the safety of the party, will not care at all whether others die or not, and Mer, who fully follows my opinion, will respect my decision without any opposition.

Also, A-ram, who considers himself and his younger sister Areum-i the most important, was also not very interested in what other people do.

Because she is cold-blooded enough to take down with that heavy hammer no matter if she is a child or an adult, she is the one who will choke her and her younger sister, Ah-reum. And the same goes for Lee Joo-ha.

She and her sister, Lee Eun-ha, are also not very interested in everyone except their own family. Sometimes, even to me, the owner, these women are indifferent.

In addition, Eunji and Hwayoung try to exclude those who harm us unconditionally or who can harm us, so rather than me, they are the kids who will say let’s get rid of the elderly and weak.

Lastly, it’s Harin. He’s infinitely cold and relentless to those who aren’t considered family, so there’s no need to ask for opinions. Although she isn’t on set right now, it goes without saying that Sora, my harem member, is also a woman who considers herself the most important.

‘At least Heesun noona likes children a little… I’ll classify the elderly and the disabled separately and use them in the right place.’

Because Hee-seon noona gets a little hard to see if I act too ruthlessly. Even for her sake, she intends to keep her children alive. However, all the old people in her party who did not even receive the protection of Heesun noona, who can be evaluated as good, should be used as ingredients to activate her god idol or as an al-cid infected body.

‘At least, the handicapped are made of alcid infection.. Those in their 60s and older, whose basic physical abilities themselves are weak… It’s really useless. Not enough food to feed. Let’s use it as an offering while starving as much as possible.’

Even if you’re old, it’s a good idea to have a player who is blessed with stats. However, old people who have not been awakened to the subject of their age are of no use to anyone.

Even if you are a former doctor or a person with special knowledge, players with related classes have better performance.

No matter how much knowledge you have, non-players who do not have a class will eventually be abandoned. Because the minimum condition to survive on the streets is a world where you have become a level 15 Awakener. This is an era where healers are more in the limelight than doctors.

“Disabled people. Seniors over 60. All sideways.”

“Ah.. No way..!! Please… Seongho..!! No!!!”

“This, my… My body…”

As the disabled man, who seemed to be in his thirties, moved to the side, his mother screamed for help. She is not only her People who were seen as family members of the disabled screamed in lamentation to protect their families. And the elderly, who were half-moving at my command, tried to refuse the order by shouting as if they were embarrassed.

Of course, refusal is impossible. There is no way that non-Awoken people can easily reject a force that is difficult for Awakeners with high willpower to reject.

At that time, one of the Awoken Males gathered up the courage to rebel against my order.

“Now, wait a minute… Why are you classifying the elderly and weak! What are you going to do with those people!”

I think he was one of the PE teachers at Hyoseon Girls’ High School. His class is also a warrior, and he’s an ordinary man… He’s not very memorable. Even if one of them disappears, it will not be noticeable.

“What are you going to do?”

“That, yes… Yo… What are you going to do with them? Why are you taking them out separately!”

When I took a step forward and met his eyes, he shrank sharply. It’s a very frightened expression.

I have no intention of killing anyone for being against my opinion.

No matter how much you are a slave, you can only give an opinion. I am more generous than I thought. So I kindly explained to him.

“I will pay tribute. Some.”

“Go, offering…”

“Okay. The Lord who watches over me is always hungry.”

“Th-what the heck is that… What kind of story is that… Sacrificing people for your own strange god that doesn’t even exist right now…”

A strange god that doesn’t even exist? It’s an undeniable fact that he’s a strange newcomer, but it’s a little bit disparaging that he doesn’t exist…

At his remarks, the spirits of Indicron and Karshinax slightly increased. They weren’t angry, but the teacher’s words seemed quite funny in their situation.

‘Crazy…Don’t laugh at others in your head..Please..Because your head feels like it’s going to explode…’

I drove out the evil spirits that burst into madness. However, Bota Milli, which has been showing its presence for a long time, was a problem. She seemed a bit angry.

[It’s probably because most of the status of a god has been taken away.]

[I don’t feel very well.]

Botamilli, who was confined to the underworld and barely existed as a god, seemed uncomfortable. She just suffered a so-called fact assault.

‘I don’t know what you are talking about. Don’t be too offended. You are a god You can’t pay attention to every single remark of a minor creature.’

[Surely. So is he.]

When I barely calmed down and calmed him down, Botamilli stepped back again. Maybe it’s because he’s been observing me all day, so he’s become very human compared to the beginning. It gave me a little goosebumps because it seemed like they were imitating humans.

‘Rather than that… Those who don’t have a class directly related to God, like me and the servants of the good god, may not know the existence of God. You may not know, but… I can’t talk casually.’

You shouldn’t say that you don’t know. I especially didn’t like the fact that the slave dared to make a fuss.

‘But if I dare to open up chaos or an abyss to prove God to these guys… I’ll be mentally broken. It’s just a pity that there’s no way to prove it properly.’

I must give you a word of warning though.

“Hey, sir. God exists. So, it would be good for you to watch your mouth. They were quite offended by your remarks. Got it?”

-Gulp…

At the warning of my day, the teacher swallowed dryly and nodded her head.

“Okay then, let’s continue what we are doing. Move quickly!”

Soon, all the elderly and weak from Hyoseon Girls’ High School were sent to the auditorium. Their future is decided there. Will it become Alcid’s host? Or will it be a meal for the evil spirits?

In the meantime, the members of Woori Mart, led by Ha Jin-seong, came to school with a full load of luggage.

I sent Harin back to the mart after the battle situation was over a while ago. Dyurahan riding a skeleton horse didn’t communicate well, so Harin, who could ride a wolf and run, was perfect as a messenger.

“Older brother!! We are here!”

“Oh, yes. Move all the supplies from the mart to the school. First of all, move all non-awakened people in the mart to here.”

“Yes, I understand. Ah, what should I do with the corpse planted with the parasitic spores?”

“Load it on the cart and move it carefully. If damaged, you die.”

“Yes! I will be careful!”

Ha Jin-seong ordered his men to move food and other items from the mart to the school, while Joo In-hye, a plant farmer, revived the smashed trees with Hee-seon noona, and engineer Jeong Ji-yeon repaired the broken turrets.

With this, the occupation of Hyoseon Girls’ High School was completely over. The rest of the work will be taken care of by Ha Jin-seong and the executive staff. I moved to do what I could.

“See…”

I entered the basement storage of the main building of Hyoseon Girls’ High School.

The warehouse, with old desks and chairs and all sorts of miscellaneous items scattered around, looked as if it hadn’t been maintained for years. Everyone in the school seemed to have forgotten about the basement storage.

I stretched out my tentacles and pushed all the trifles against the walls of the warehouse, placing the god’s idol in the middle.

It was an item that I had toil through, but I thought that it would be better to store it in a place that is airtight and less likely to be found than to put it in a place like a rooftop or a playground that is exposed to the world.

“Inspiration. Come quickly!”

“Sigh… Now, wait… What the heck is that…”

“What? It is a noble that will protect us from now on.”

“Ah.. That, that’s right… But… Young man… Why am I alone in a place like this…”

Inspiration that shows off that he doesn’t want to come.

He is a 67-year-old old man with gout and a little inconvenient to move.

“Nothing. I just need a soul of inspiration.”

I stabbed the old man’s neck with the sword I was holding. The old man with the knife stuck in his throat looked at me as if he was embarrassed, as if he hadn’t thought I would kill him without hesitation. I met his eyes and drew the knife. Then a stream of blood spurted out of him, and blood splattered in all directions.

“Kuhhhhh”

-Dump. Iron pike…

The old man struggled on the floor, clutching his bloody neck.

His old, worn blood splashed on the god’s idol.

“Eat. Eat and exercise your strength.”

I put my palms together in front of the god’s idol. Trigger conditions are met.

Soon the idol of the god who greedily sucked the old man’s blood was shining brightly.

For a month now, this place will be protected by all sorts of evil spirits, and the gates will not open around here. Also, zombies won’t come close anyway.

Yes, God’s idol is like a mosquito net for Apocalypse.