Chapter 590 – 590. The Passage of Time in the Black Market

After snooping around here and there, unable to resist and pouring out a lot of advice, I felt a little at ease.

I must say that I felt very uncomfortable as I was wandering around a problem that clearly had an answer in front of me. I thought I was going crazy because I was so frustrated.

Of course, those who heard it might have felt bad because they thought it was a warning, but after all, this is the abyss and the king of the abyss is me.

‘Everyone likes me just by talking to them.’

I get angry when a local guy scolds me, but when my idol comes and gives me advice, it becomes a kind of fan service. And, as I say repeatedly, I am the biggest star in the abyss.

Those who were born and raised in the abyss grew up hearing anecdotes about me from their childhood. In the first place, Manbokgyo, which can be said to be the state religion of the abyss, is also about worshiping me.

In their situation, my advice was not just a simple advice, but a revelation and teaching from God.

“Thank you!!!”

“Long live Jojun!!!”

Look. Even now, doctors in the research building are bowing down. Everyone even brings all kinds of experiment records and documents to receive my teachings.

Uh? But why does the number seem to be increasing?

‘Wait for a second. ‘Stop coming.’

All the researchers in the research building gathered around as if they were trying to get an autograph from some superstar. There are more and more of these.

“Aim!!! Please teach me too!!!”

“Here!! There is something strange about this circuit!!! Please let me know!!”

“Ah!! “We are developing a new yeast. Could you please evaluate the taste?”

“Here you go! Look at me!!! It’s a new style of haircut!! “Thank God!!”

Crowds gather. The number grew in number, and now even bakers and hairdressers came out looking for me.

“For a moment! Stop!!! That’s all for today’s advice. Everyone go back to your work!!”

I’m going crazy. If I teach this a little more, I will be able to manage the entire abyss.

Could it be that this is the curse of knowledge?

As soon as I felt like I knew too much and the workload would become a mountain, I turned off Adam’s ability. Work should not increase further here.

That’s really dangerous. This power should only be used when necessary. As I was spreading out knowledge indiscriminately, all kinds of people rushed to me to lick up the remnants of knowledge.

“Whoa.”

Even if you’re smart, it’s okay.

[Well… Your wisdom doesn’t increase and you don’t become particularly smart by just gaining knowledge…]

“Yes? “What?”

[Oh, no.]

The King of Darkness, who was muttering something, closed his mouth. I think he said he wasn’t smart because his wisdom didn’t increase. Didn’t you hear well?

Well, anyway, now let’s get to the actual work that needs to be done. First of all, since we met Helus, the person we need to go see now is Aela.

‘You must leave the wise man’s rosary to Eila.’

A wise man’s prayer beads that allows you to go to a desired location once a week. If it were me now, I would be able to change the sage’s prayer beads with Aela once a day instead of once a week.

It’s been a while since I entered the black market. To go to Aila’s store.

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Jojun Jang enters the street east of the black market central square where Aila’s store is located.

“What. Why has this place changed so much?”

The black market looked completely different from before.

As he merged with the abyss, the black market also slowed down in time, and as a result, the black market was completely different from before during the past week when he was gone.

A week in real life was almost a year in the black market.

In the meantime, the number of Yi tribesmen flowing into the black market was enormous, and as a result, these Yi tribes gathered in the central square or on the ground floor of the black market and built buildings in their own architectural style…

“That’s amazing.”

As if embodying someone’s nightmare, the central plaza of the black market has become filled with all kinds of unique buildings.

From the purple spiers that are twisted like pointed conch bread, to the dark red hatchlings that gurgle and produce something, to the dark-colored buildings made of flesh with many tentacles growing out.

A bunch of insect monsters crawled out of the fleshy hole that was so dense that it seemed to induce trypophobia, and were sucked into a place like an anus created in the ceiling, and an unidentified root plant growing on the floor had its roots in the heads of the old Yi people. He stretched out and sucked their brains.

Also, twisted stingrays were flying around, carrying these people, and those that looked like money bugs with dozens of legs were crowded between buildings and moving their antennae.

The sound of blood and flesh exploding could be heard everywhere, and there was also a feeling of something exploding along with waves of magical power. It was quite disgusting and terrible to see killings taking place without any notice, and furthermore, beggars, the lowest class of people, becoming foot mats for the Yi people and using their excrement as their daily food.

The moment you witness this place with the mind of an ordinary person, you will probably explode mentally. It was very different from the existing central plaza where buildings were built sparsely on the original fur floor. This is not the empty black market of the past.

The black market has truly become a bustling place for the Yi people.

“Ah!! Lord, master!! When did you come!!!”

“Perpero.”

Soon, the fly monster Perpero, the manager of the black market, appeared in front of Jang Jo-jun. He also looked quite different from before. From the stylish cloak to the staff with maggots engraved on it.

Jang Jo-jun laughed in awe at the sight of the fly monster Perpero wearing a crown as if he were the king of the black market.

“What is all this? It’s changed a lot.”

“Ah. Haha. That’s it. “A lot has happened.”

“A lot of work? Explain.”

“Yes. I’ll explain everything. “For now, let’s just stand and talk, so I’ll take you to a cafe I often go to.”

“Cafe?”

“Yeah yeah. Well, it’s a bit out of sync with the sensibilities of humans. It’s a very popular place these days.”

“Her. Let’s go first.”

Jang Jo-jun became curious after hearing that it was a popular place. When he nodded, Perpero grinned and gestured toward the floor.

Then, as if a portal had been created, the floor split vertically like a woman’s vagina, revealing a cafe with a very exotic style.

On a table made by forcibly weaving together living saplings, a group of people with cephalopod heads are scooping up flower pots containing live pets, while on one side, a group of people with eyes all over their bodies rips off their fingers and sticks them in flower pots. It emits a scent like a diffuser.

Furthermore, the person who appeared to be a ‘barista’ poured a liquid, whether coffee or just blood, into the cup-shaped stomach of the creature through a machine attached to the part where the head should be.

Zhang Zhaojun nodded his head as he looked at this ridiculous scene.

“It smells good.”

A brief impression. Because he was already the most horrible person to be psychologically shocked by such a sight.

Jang Jo-jun went among the Yi people, thinking it was a ‘peaceful scenery.’

Then, the Yi people who were enjoying something that was either ‘relaxation’ or ‘madness’ in the store stood up all at once and bowed their heads towards Jang Jo-jun.

As if they had been commanded in advance to do so. Probably so. Among the Yi people, there are very few people who don’t know Jang Jo-jun’s face.

He is favored by the Ten Thousand Demons, reigns as an apostle of the disaster gods, and is the true name of the Lord of Hell.

Of course, Jang Cao-jun himself was not much involved in such things, but in the eyes of the high-ranking Yi people, Jang Cao-jun was more evil, evil, and fearful than anything else.

“For your information, these people here can be considered VIPs of the black market.”

“What is VIP?”

“These are people who spent more than 1 million points each.”

“You’re a VIP.”

Jang Jojun was immediately convinced. Those guys are rich. Rather than making them slaves, it is more profitable to keep them coming into the black market and spending money.

With a satisfied smile at the sight of the monsters enriching his pockets, Jang Jo-jun followed Perpero to the back room of the cafe.

“Is there a separate room in the cafe?”

“Yes. It is a place to serve VIPs. Now. Sir, please sit comfortably. “The drinks will be prepared in a global style.”

“Uh. Yes.”

Jang Jo-jun followed Perpero’s guidance and sat down on a chair that was clearly alive.

Then a strange sound came from the chair.

“Wow… Ah. It hurts..”

A voice comes from the chair. What kind of bad taste is this? They took living Yi people and made them into furniture.

But it was quite comfortable. Jang Jo-jun stroked the chair at this strange feeling of heterogeneity.

“Joe, okay…”

The chair responds to the touch of Jang Jo-jun, who is loved by Manma and is the actual owner of the black market. The chair started to twitch and tremble and soon vomited out a clear liquid.

Gooey things like eel slime poured out onto the bottom of the chair.

“What the fuck is this!”

“Ah. Looks like he’s gone. “I’m sorry, master.. I’ll clean it up right away.”

After Perfero poked out a few eyeballs on the wall, those who covered his face came in and took the chair away.

“Save me…”

A chair is dragged and asks Jang Jo-jun for help. Soon the chair was crushed by those with their faces covered and sucked into the crusher, where it was soon replaced with a new chair.

“Her. Fuck. I’m going crazy.”

Jang Jojun wiped his face. After all, this is not a place where a sane person can be. Even though he endured everything else, Jang Jo-jun started to feel a slight headache as he saw the chair disappear.

I couldn’t help but feel dizzy because everything here was somehow out of sync with Earth’s sensibilities.

“Now, here. “It’s cola.”

“Her. Okay. Thank you.”

Jang Jo-jun sat on the replaced chair, touched his throbbing head, and drank cola.

Surprisingly, it really tasted like cola. The important thing is that this is not cola, but Jojun Jang decided not to question how this cola was manufactured.

Because sometimes what you don’t know is the cure.

“So. “What happened?”

“That’s it. Wasn’t the black market originally caught in a dimensional gap?”

“Okay.”

Originally, the black market was a ship anchored in a dimensional gap. As the Yi people settled into the ship built as Noah’s Ark, it became a black market.

“It merged with the abyss, received the blessing of time doubling, and the rumor spread among the Yi people.”

“A rumor spread?”

“Yes. Since it is time-speeded, you can enjoy it virtually indefinitely, and since it is attached to the sanctuary of the evil gods, it is a great advantage to not be killed by outside dog-like bibliophiles, human supremacists, or bastards from the pantheon.”

“So the Yi people flocked there?”

“Yes. Originally, the black market was like a refugee camp where moneyless beggars lived. Its status has completely changed in the past two years.”

When their home planet disappeared, all the homeless people living in the central square were driven out to the basement of the black market, and those with money took their place.

“Moreover, the residential complex on the ground floor of the black market is full of high-ranking people, and the black market’s food alleys, drug dealers’ dens, and amusement parks have completely changed.”

These are the locations of a poacher’s hut, a drug and rush, and a slave circus, respectively. These places have completely changed since those three stores moved out.

It was integrated into the abyss, and the shops of poachers, drug dealers, and slave dealers were separated.

“The food alley has turned into a ‘gourmet street.’ The den of drug addicts became a ‘nest of revelry,’ and the place where festivals of sorrow took place were transformed into a ‘casino of slaughter.'”

“What is the underground level of the black market?”

“The basement of the black market has been turned into a workhouse. The entire building, from the 1st to the 4th floor, has been completely renovated, and all the refugees and beggars who were living off the black market have been kicked out and are being used for food production and as factory workers.”

The basement of the black market became a labor ground. The ruins on the first floor were completely cursed by demons and became a slaughterhouse, the mirror maze on the second floor became a factory making various industrial products, and the sewage treatment plant on the third floor is used as a farm.

“What about the 4th floor?”

“The storage room on the fourth floor is still being used as storage.”

“I see. What happened to Susu-dong?”

“The detention building has been purified and is now used as a laboratory.”

“You are using it wisely.”

“Yes. There is a clause that states that black market tribes cannot enter the abyss in principle. “Everyone is working hard to make a living by modifying the black market somehow.”

Zhang Zhaojun drank his cola and nodded his head.

“I guess I’ll have to go on patrol next time.”

A new black market.

Of course, I didn’t feel as scared as before, but Jang Jo-jun became quite interesting.