"Go on. Finish what you were saying. Sorry for interrupting."
"Haa... ahem."
"You got a shield? Congratulations."
"Thank you, Kim Dokyun."
So Lee Hyunsung had picked something useful after all. Looks like that shield was his.
"Ignore that lunatic over there. Right now, you all have two choices."
The ones who used to enjoy special treatment might start struggling desperately now that those privileges were gone.
And there were plenty of people here who already held grudges against those landlord bastards.
Anyone could guess what they'd do to landlords who had been dragged down to the same level as them.
"One, you leave Chungmuro and head to another station. Two, you stay here with me."
Now choose.
Would they leave drunk on their past glory, or submit quietly and remain here?
"W-What do you suddenly mean by that...?"
"Just answer. Are you staying here, or are you going somewhere else?"
Put simply, she was drawing a line and telling only the ones willing to be on our side to stay.
"I won't stop anyone who insists on leaving. But if you remain here, all of you will have to follow my control."
"Control...?"
"So in the end, you're saying you want to play queen!"
Thud!
The moment I let the axe drop from my hand, silence spread again and every gaze turned toward me.
"If you've got a problem with it, you should've grabbed the flag first."
"Oppa, stop."
"...Grrrrrr!"
"What are you, a damn dog? Stop growling!"
"Tsk!"
For some reason, the way those bastards looked at Dokja seemed different now.
Like... admiration? Awe? Something like that?
Why?
"To continue, I won't deny it. Even so, unlike certain people, I won't collect taxes or survival fees."
"I-If we join your group, does that mean our safety is guaranteed?"
Dokja quietly pointed at me.
"A-Ah... I understand."
Understand what?
Why the hell would I guarantee your safety?
[Me? Protect them? Why?!]
[I'm the king, so just do as I say.]
...She'd really turned into a villainess, hadn't she?
No, beyond that, she looked more like a tyrant now...?
"I won't interfere in everything that happens inside. Personal disputes are something you'll have to resolve yourselves."
"T-That's..."
Then what, if even a simple argument counted as a dispute, were we supposed to mediate every little thing?
In a world like this, it was already generous enough that people as strong as us would protect them from monsters or other survivor groups.
In the first place, in a ruined world like this, using someone as a meat shield was nothing unusual.
Most of the bastards here had probably killed people already.
If you'd killed others, then naturally you had to be ready to die yourself.
I had no idea why so many idiots failed to understand something that simple.
"Pildu, there's no need to hear any more. Let's go!"
"Puhahahahaha! Did you hear that, Dokja?"
To think there was still a moron here who couldn't read the situation even after things had come this far.
Especially to us, who knew what was really going on, it was just laughable.
"Ah, leave Gong Pildu behind."
"That guy belongs to us."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"What belongs to the younger sister belongs to the older brother, and what's mine is mine."
Smack!
"Cough!"
Blood spilled from my mouth.
Well, even with a recovery potion, it would've been impossible to completely heal a wound that had pierced through my abdomen.
"Go a little ea—cough! Easy on me!! I really feel like I'm gonna die..."
"Stop exaggerating."
People's gazes filled with shock.
Why were they reacting like that?
'...Ah!'
They didn't know I was injured, and they didn't know my attribute either.
So from their perspective, if they saw her overwhelm me just by lightly striking my side...
Of course they'd 'mistakenly' think Dokja was overwhelmingly strong.
Even more so if they had seen me tearing monsters apart with my bare hands.
"Congratulations, Dokja."
"For what?"
"For becoming the strongest."
"."
"."
"."
[Oho, so a representative has been chosen.]
"I can't believe the Kims are really leaving..."
"Well, there are five of them. They'll manage somehow."
Though in this world, numbers didn't matter.
Especially for people who had survived in comfort without any sense of crisis. They probably never even felt the need to grow stronger.
It wasn't that they ruled because they were strong. They'd just clung to the rulers and lived in luxury.
[The sub scenario has ended.]
[You have received 1,000 Coins as a reward.]
"Then, I look forward to working with you."
"We've done wrong, but please forgive us generously."
"Though I don't think I'm the one you should be begging forgiveness from."
I still didn't like those bastards, but what could I do?
Dokja said she'd take them in.
"Ah, Oppa. There's something I wanted to ask you—"
[Now then, let's move on to the main game!]
"...I'll tell you later."
"Alright."
Why was she trying to say it out loud?
For plans and things like that, couldn't she just use her skill and say it the usual way?
Ding!
Before I had time to think more about it, the Scenario arrived.
[The Fourth Main Scenario has been activated!]
[Main Scenario #4 - Flag Capture]
Category: Main
Difficulty: C
Clear Conditions:
1. Every station possesses a 'flag' that can occupy a 'flagpole.'
* Only the station's 'representative' may carry the flag.
2. You must defend your station's 'flagpole' from groups from other stations. If another group's flag is planted in the station's 'flagpole,' the station will be taken, and the treatment of the defeated group will be decided by the group that occupied the 'flagpole.'
3. You may plant your 'flag' in another station's 'flagpole.' The authority to plant the flag belongs only to each station's 'representative.' If the representative dies during an armed clash, the authority of 'representative' is transferred to the first person to pick up the flag. If your group loses its 'flag' to a group from another station, the treatment of the group that lost the flag will be decided by the group that took it.
4. Within the allotted time, you must occupy the 'flagpole' of the designated 'target station.' If you fail, every member of your group will die.
5. The 'target station' your group must occupy is [Changsin Station].
Time Limit: 12 days
Reward: 2,000 Coins
Failure: ???
"Damn, look at how packed this text is. It's hurting my eyes. Was it the Executive Bureau? Do these guys not know what readability is?"
[Constellations with poor eyesight agree with your words.]
"...? Why are only those guys agreeing?"
[The Constellation 'Secretive Plotter' asks what the problem is.]
"Of course there's a problem. All of you are old fossils at least thousands of years old."
[Most of the Constellations have been deeply hurt by your remark!]
Maybe because they were Constellations, they all looked like flawless men and women, but their real ages ranged from thousands to tens of thousands of years.
"Even I can barely read text this cramped, and you're telling me you can see it just fine? Stop talking nonsense and go take your medicine."
[All the Constellations in the channel are enraged!!!]
So what if they were angry? What could they even do?
Bounty Scenario?
The only one here who could possibly beat me was Dokja.
Did they seriously think Dokja would attack me?
They'd just be throwing away Coins.
"...Dokja."
"...Yes?"
"Kim Dokyun is talking to the Constellations right now, isn't he?"
"...Yes."
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