Chapter 2279 – 2279. God’s Atlantis

Confirmed the penalty for violating the non-aggression pact.

「Penalty for violating the non-aggression pact: morale reduced by 30% for 1 turn, civilization points cannot be acquired per turn for 3 turns.」

When morale drops, the soldiers’ abilities drop. This is quite bearable. Because it’s only one turn. If you take advantage of the surprise attack, it is a penalty worth bearing.

The problem is that you don’t get civilization points per turn.

‘If you say you get 5 points per turn… 3 turns is 15 civilization points. As the second half goes on, this penalty will feel bigger.’

If you can win even with a penalty, the story is different. The reward for winning will be even sweeter. But what if we lose or the war drags on? Losses increase.

I looked at the American leader, the quick pioneer, on the screen. Even if you can’t see the face, you can feel the atmosphere. Relaxed. This means that they were already aware of the penalty of the non-aggression pact.

‘How do I know? Of course, they would have signed a non-aggression pact. Did you have a relationship with the Aztecs? Or with other countries?’

Well, good. We decided to scrap the plan to strike at an appropriate moment.

“Is there any information about other civilizations?”

“Of course there is. But it’s difficult to tell them because I have a promise with them. I understand? “Trust between countries is important.”

“… First, I will establish a market there. Are you satisfied?”

“Okay. We can enrich each other. Oh, I recommend purchasing market technology with civilization points. “It’s only 10 points, but there are benefits that go beyond that.”

“What are the benefits?”

“Check it yourself. “Because you will never regret it.”

The screen turned off. The time that had stopped began to pass.

“10 years of time have been skipped.”

「160 C.E.」

「Acquire 1 civilization point!」

「With interest, you will receive 5 civilization points!」

「Current Civilization Points: 64」

「Current population: 494,473」

The population approached 500,000. Okay. I can handle it now. Food production increased because fertilizers, for which research had been ordered, were now available. Pigs and cows are also raised well.

‘Let’s buy market technology like he said. There must be something special. If there isn’t one, I’ll kill him.’

「Market

Economic activities become more active.

You can obtain 1 civilization point by consuming 2.3 tons of gold.”

I opened my eyes wide.

‘There was another way to get civilization points… ?!’

I was surprised. At the same time, I reflected on myself for being complacent.

‘It’s a super-American country, but they looked down on the economy too much. Originally, the United States was a capitalist country…’

However, there was no intention to become real capitalism. If it were an ordinary country, you wouldn’t know. This is a dictator’s civilization. Capitalism is difficult to control.

‘2.3 tons of gold. The numbers seem a bit ambiguous… Is it possible that the demand increases with each turn?’

The possibility was great. As technology develops, the amount of gold mined will also increase.

If you want to suck honey, you have to suck it now.

‘It makes me sick to my stomach to think that America sucked the honey. Of course there are gold mines in that territory, right?’

We must act now.

I gave an order to my aide.

“Lead 30,000 slaves to mine gold.”

“Yes, Chief.”

“Now our civilization has advanced considerably. The name Chief doesn’t suit me. From now on, call me President. “With the honorific title ‘Your Excellency.'”

“Yes. “Mr. President.”

“I received an oracle last night. They say there is a barbaric civilization called Aztec near our territory. It is a cannibalistic civilization. Take 100,000 troops and completely wipe them out. Organize your soldiers mainly with old men.”

“As the President wishes.”

The aide bowed his head and left. I took a can of Coke out of my inventory and drank it. Ultra-American tribe member… No, it was impossible to give it to citizens because the system blocked it, but I was able to drink it myself.

After rolling around in bed with the beauties, I went out in the afternoon. As if my order was already known, everyone called me Excellency the President.

‘See. The Parthenon is being built well.’

Dozens of people are clinging to each other and moving the white marble pillar little by little. It is slave men who do the work. Women were responsible for holding whips and supervising. Some low-status women also suffer, but not as hard as slaves.

‘Moving the marble is a problem, but the sculptors work slowly. It will take at least 20 years to complete.’

Since there is a great sculptor, Titang, there is no need to worry about completeness.

It was then. The surroundings are buzzing. Several carriages began to arrive at the well-paved road. There were armed soldiers around the carriage. They are hunters.

‘Although the United States is a military country, it does not only have soldiers.’

However, it is a reserve force. If I order you to go to war, you must go. Citizens of the United States are either active duty or reserve forces, so they do not have the right to veto.

Hunters are people who mainly hunt monsters or beasts. It is also the hunter’s job to capture wild goblins. However, today’s prey was orcs, not goblins. Guys with human bodies, green skin, and pig heads.

I stepped in front of them. The hunters immediately knelt on the ground.

“Mr President!”

“It’s a lot of hard work. It looks like they captured an orc. What do you want to use it for?”

I have attempted to create an orc gestation farm. The uterus could be inserted, but failed. This is because, unlike the goblins, the resistance of the orcs was strong. These are the people who commit suicide by only moving their heads even if their limbs are cut off. There was even a person who killed a fetus with just the strength of his abdominal muscles.

“They said they need orcs in the stadium, so I’m going to tell them.”

All you need to deal with the following is bread and circuses. Food is okay. The problem is the circus. I provided a stadium to the citizens. Gladiatorial fights take place almost every day in the stadium. It is also common for warriors to dance among themselves, and for slaves to engage in survival competitions.

Sometimes, monsters are unleashed to compete. The captured orcs will play that role.

“Is there a game today?”

“Yes. “50 orcs will be released into the arena to fight each other.”

“I guess I should take a look.”

“Your Excellency the President’s seat is always ready.”

I headed to the stadium with the hunters. An amphitheater roughly built with wood and stone. Compared to the Colosseum, it was small and not very aesthetically pleasing. It can accommodate up to 30,000 people. The stadium was crowded with people even before the game started. The absolute majority were women.

Most of the women were muscular. The bouncy breasts sway back and forth. They stayed topless because it was hot. I was happy because it was nice to see the wet baby.

“And!! “Your Excellency the President!!”

“Please look here! Excellency!!”

“I love you!! Excellency!!”

My popularity was enormous. The only man in America with a dick. That was me. Even if that is not the case, to the citizens, I am not a human being but a god. I waved to the women.

“Waaaaa!”

The shouting gets louder.

He smiled contentedly and sat down on the chair. Specially selected beautiful maids approached. They decorated themselves with paint instead of clothes and started kissing my feet and caressing my dick.

A speech bubble appeared above their heads.

(It is our duty to receive His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief’s seed…! We must refrain from profane thoughts.)

(Sigh. When I smelled your Excellency, my pussy juices have already started to come out.)

In America, there was no asset more important than my sperm. Because if there are no sperm, the population will cease. Of course that won’t happen. The amount of semen stored in the hatch alone amounts to tens of liters.

‘If you think about it, they are all my daughters. Family civilization. ‘Good.’

There was no son. Those who have been castrated cannot be registered. I can never admit it.

Wooooo!

The horn sounded to signal the start of the game.

The first match was a 1-on-1 match between an orc and a gladiator.

Orcs’ physical strength was superior to that of humans. Orcs are the ones who crush human skulls with one hand. Simply looking at physical strength, humans cannot beat orcs.

However, the result was so easy that it ended in vain. It is a victory for the female gladiator. Using his internal energy, he moved faster than the orc and struck the orc’s head with the hilt of his sword.

‘Have we reached the stage of strengthening the body through internal energy?’

The game did not end there.

“Do it! Commit it! “Fuck it!”

The visitors shouted in unison. As if waiting for those words, the muscular woman took off her weapons and clothes, became naked, spread the orc’s legs wide open, and stimulated her genitals. As soon as her penis was erect, she got down on top, and she started fucking the orc.

“You orc! Straighten up your dick right now! “You are worth nothing more than a dildo!”

The woman shouts, squeezing the orc. The audience cheered.

I opened my mouth in shock at the unbelievable sight… He quickly nodded. She’s not a beauty anyway, so it’s something to know. Just because she’s a woman doesn’t mean she doesn’t have sexual desires. Since all the men were castrated, it was natural for the women to become frustrated.

‘I have to turn a blind eye to this.’

The woman’s orc rape show lasted about 10 minutes. The woman let out her anger and gripped her sword as the orc’s penis went limp.

“You pathetic bastard! “It’s worse than a dildo!”

I cut off her head and dick with a sword.

It was the blood that signaled the beginning.

Pure violence unfolded in the stadium. The audience cheered every time blood broke out.

A battle broke out between male slaves and female slaves. This was a case where the woman committed a crime and became a slave. The woman was defeated in Bimu.

I thought the atmosphere was going to get weird… It wasn’t.

“You weak bitch!”

“You’re still a woman?! “I’m 60 years old this year, and even if I fight myself, I’ll fight better than you did four years ago!”

“Stop humiliating the woman, you damn bitch!”

What was surprising was the female slave. Her face was distorted mercilessly, and she committed suicide by stabbing herself in the chest with her sword. Rather than being forced to die, she committed suicide because of her shame.

“Yes! Fuck you! Still, a woman is a woman!”

“If you lose to a man, you should lose!!”

“Women can do everything!!”

It was a society for strong women.

‘How did this happen? I never wanted a society like this.’

I don’t know.

First, society was doing well, so I thought so.

“Mr President. The expedition is ready.”

“Already? That’s fast. “I have to take a look.”