Volume 1 Crime and Punishment in Fog City Chapter 8 Cleaning
Would you kill everyone you see just because you were upset?
Would you deprive an orphan and a widow of their last penny for your own benefit?
Would you join the evil camp and slaughter innocent villagers wantonly just because an item looks good?
Would you kill passing merchants or civilians and rob them of their seemingly excellent equipment just because you don't have enough equipment?
Yes.
Without a doubt it will .
Because we are "players".
It is a 'player' who wants to complete all the tasks that may appear.
So these things will be done as long as the system allows it. As long as we can do it, we will do it.
Kill the brave, massacre the innocent, defeat the devil, destroy the devil's cave, as long as you do what you want, players can transform into the world's most lovely angel or the world's most terrible devil at any time.
Equipment data, good looks, convenient privileges, or simply a matter of mood. The immortal monster will follow the mission target like a shadow, using the fastest and most terrible means to achieve its goal. If there is no clear description, then it must be death. If there is a clear description, it will make these people dissatisfied. Because they feel that their time is wasted.
The judgment criteria of this kind of people are often linked to difficulty and time, and have nothing to do with influence and background. If you are willing to take out several unique equipment, then there is no problem at all even if you kill those poor workers for the cruel and brutal boss. Because for them, the conscience of this passing area is unnecessary. Maybe you can show your kindness in some key areas, but who will pay a meaningless silver coin for a passing beggar? No.
They are just like that. Players are just like that. Anyone who has played role-playing games knows that the self in the board game is like not being yourself, and everything will be reduced to inaccurate calculations.
Which is more important, a life or equipment? If it is real life, of course it is life, but if it is a game, then it is worth discussing.
Therefore, if players really appeared in this world, it would be a nightmare.
A nightmare that everyone wants to wake up from.
The nightmare of the foggy city has now entered its third day.
"Today's accidental death toll has also exceeded three digits. That gentleman has been wandering around the upper district of Fog City without sleep for three days and three nights, dealing with various gangs one by one based on the intelligence provided by the police station. "
He flicked the latest report that bounced in from the pipe, and almost broke several strands of the nobleman's well-maintained beard.
"The Dead Man's Gang, the Steam Holy Spirit Society, the Black Society, the White Church, the Longma Worship Society, and dozens of other gangs, big and small. After receiving the news, they rushed over without stopping, and then killed all the gang members within sight within two hours. Then they passed the news to the next area. They have been operating for seventy-two hours in three days. Don't these people get tired?"
"'It was the same in the Black Forest. His energy and drive were beyond all of our imaginations, and it's still the same now..."
The voice coming from the brass tube was also slightly shocked.
What does it mean that nearly a thousand people died in three days? He alone created a high-intensity battlefield-level death standard.
This is a peaceful era. Although the people he killed were authorized to die sooner or later, he didn't say that so many people died at once?
"'Who can force him to do something? It's just that he wants to do it or not. If the benefits reach his psychological price, he will do anything, no matter how absurd it is. This is understandable.'"
The voice coming out of the brass pipe was still full of wisdom, but the nobles always felt that there was a hint of uneasiness and fear hidden in that voice.
Yes, who wouldn't be afraid of such a monster? Even my own mechanical heart was trembling.
Looking at the dozens of urgent reports spread out on the table, the noble felt that his heart had been shocked in an unimaginable way.
All died, no one was injured, and no one was left alive.
The entire upper district of the foggy city has a population of only a few hundred thousand people, of which 15,000 are police officers and government workers, 5,000 are special dispatch teams, and there are only 100,000 normal workers. Then, 1,000 of these 100,000 people died within three days without a single one left. Most of them were wiped out, and a small number of them were left with only a few scraps.
What does this mean? It means that 1% of the working population in this city disappeared quietly, which means that at least hundreds of families here have lost contact with their staff. Can this kind of thing be suppressed? If it can be suppressed, then there must be something fishy going on.
"'...did anyone tell him to just take it slow?'"
"Yes, but his reply was that it would save time and effort to complete all the tasks at once. Sometimes it is troublesome to run around because the tasks have overlapping objectives, so it is safer to complete them all at once. If several tasks are combined, the reward will be even higher."
" ..."
After hearing this reply, the voice in the brass tube remained silent for a long time, as if it was shocked.
In fact, when faced with this answer at first, the artificial noble even held his forehead, feeling that there was something wrong with his thinking circuit.
This answer is correct in every way, and strictly speaking it is a good thing for them.
But the problem is that it was too good, too fast. Excess of anything is not a good thing.
It was a good thing that the resistance organizations were eradicated, but the death of a thousand gang members meant that more than ten factories in the foggy city would come to a standstill, dozens of factories would be semi-stagnant, and other residents would fall into panic. What was even more terrifying was that this was an upper-class area, inhabited by people with high-level technical skills and connections with the nobles.
And those who can join the gang are naturally not the women of the appendages. Most of them are young and energetic children or workers, engineers, and technicians with some ability. Otherwise, it is impossible to organize any gangs in this upper-class area. But these people are all dead. All dead. Not a single one is left alive. And in the process of thinking, this monster might even use his miraculous assassination method in an alley to kill all the remaining gang members.
What's the difference between this and letting a devil into the fog?
Even though it is devouring one's own enemies, there is no essential difference.
"'...find a reason to send him to the lower city as soon as possible. Then give him some random things from the storage room and send him away. We need time to stabilize the situation. We can't let him continue to mess around. If this continues, we will have to fight a civil war before the people from the lower districts come to attack us.'"
"I see. I'll do it as soon as possible."
The noble nodded after listening to the copper pipe's instructions, raised his hand and clicked a button, which brought out a dark red information pipe.
After writing a series of orders on the parchment scroll with a feather pen, the noble closed it and placed it in the pipe, then pressed the send button. Under the action of high-pressure gas, the well-preserved scroll was quickly delivered to the police station.
Not long after, the police chief who was counting the number of people reporting on the table frowned and took out the beautifully bound scroll from the drawer. After looking at the order inside, he showed a look of understanding. Then he put it away, coughed twice, and looked at the shadowy figure in front of him with a serious face.
"Ahem, Sir Li Lin, I just received a message."
"What news?"
Mist, who was standing opposite the police chief, tilted his head, as if he had some doubts.
