Chapter 124 - Cleaner
[High-Quality Resilient Leather]
[Category: Personal Item]
[Description: Resilient and high-quality leather from superior-grade monsters. Suitable for crafting items.]
[Seller: dontgo95]
[Price: 2,000,000 won]
[Negotiable: No]
[Chat: No]
[Transaction Method: Transaction through messaging]
Ryu Min smiled satisfactorily at the item presented by Joo Sung-taek.
It was a newly arrived and fiery legendary material.
"It seems like you killed the boss of Round 8, the ogre, and brought back the items."
There were many human corpses, so he could use the corpse explosion without any issues.
If he had been alone, he surely wouldn't have succeeded, but anyway, Ryu Min was fortunate to kill the ogre.
"Sometimes, even a psychopathic killer can be useful."
Thinking nonsense, he pressed the purchase button.
Since the phone was not his, the identification was not Ryu Min's but Lost Yak's identification.
The delivery address was also set to Lost Yak's studio.
Ryu Min smiled at Joo Sung-taek, who was leaning over the phone looking.
"I'll make good use of the legendary material you got me. Don't worry, just send me the living allowance."
Since he was missing a leg and an arm, he wouldn't be able to find part-time work anywhere.
The sale price would surely go towards living expenses.
"With this, I just need to collect one more legendary material."
While pondering whether to make a weapon or a necklace, he received a call.
It wasn't Lost Yak's phone but Ryu Min's phone.
"Yes."
-Owner, it's Kim Ye-dam.
"Yes. Don't use my real name, just call me Yamti."
-Oh, yes.
"Seeing that you called, I suppose you've finished what I asked you for."
-Yes, I did. I organized the Pseva enrollment list file and sent it by mail a while ago.
"Understood. Until there are further instructions, lay low for a while. Congressman Lee Sung-hyun might be looking for you with flashlights."
-Understood.
"Make sure to keep a close eye so the president doesn't get distracted."
"Don't pretend to be cute with me. How dare you cause trouble for the owner? Tsk."
-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll correct myself.
"That's better. Good job."
Ryu Min ended the call and opened the email.
There was an email from Yamti.
[Pseva Murder Brigade Member List.xlsx]
"Why did you save the file with such an obvious name? What if someone catches you?"
Thinking of causing trouble later, he opened the file.
The list of players who joined Pseva appeared in rows.
[Nickname] [Real Name] [Level] [Registration Date] [Occupation] [Crime] [Current Status]
Minchocoja / Park Saerom / 20 years old / April 11 / University student / Murder accomplice / Survivor
Guyeonseung / Guyeonseung / 29 years old / April 5 / Actor / Murder / Survivor
Chimaekunjinli / Park Hyunmin / 28 years old / April 11 / Office employee / Murder accomplice, rape / Survivor
[...]
[...]
[...]
From the nickname to the real name, occupation, crime committed in the interview, and current status.
Everything was laid out clearly and concisely.
It seems that Yamti handled this matter well thanks to his work experience in the company.
"Are there so many trash people I have to deal with?"
Exactly 1,031 people.
A sigh automatically escaped upon seeing that figure.
"I can't open a cafe with these kinds of people."
The current Pseva is taking a different direction from the past.
Interviews were conducted focusing solely on personality, regardless of skills, and they unhesitatingly rejected those with criminal backgrounds.
Even if they were criminals, they no longer accepted them as they used to.
They are undergoing a reorganization, but the problem lies with the existing members.
"We can't force out those who have already joined."
Forcing expulsion could lead to unknown consequences.
It's like releasing criminals who were locked up in prison into society.
"So it's better to make a list of existing members and clean it step by step."
Call it cleaning or punishment, it depends on how you see it.
"First, we have to take care of the trash."
An expert in cleaning is needed for such a large-scale cleaning task.
Fortunately, Ryu Min had a garbage cleaner in mind.
"Why don't we ask for his help?"
Ryu Min's lips curled as if he were smiling.
A run-down warehouse.
There, five players gathered to smoke.
"Ah, damn. How did we end up in this situation?"
"Yeah, I know."
Along with the smoke, natural sighs and curses were heard.
It's not like there was no reason; they had wanted posters with their own faces in front of them.
"Wow, they put up something like this."
"I don't think it's that ugly."
"No, you're really ugly. Completely pathetic."
"Hey, don't you have mirrors at home? Lie down and spit, idiot."
Although they laughed and joked, they sighed again.
Despite the laughter, it was just a way to release tension.
Everyone was aware that the situation was serious.
"What do we do with this wanted poster? We can't move freely with a wanted order like this."
"We should get plastic surgery or something."
"Plastic surgery? Seriously? Using the tracking skill is just a matter of time."
"Oh, right. That damn thing. I forgot it existed."
As if making a pact, a sigh accompanied by smoke came out from the five.
"They said Congressman Lee Seong-hyun proposed a law. He's going to form a large organization of players."
"So, will they easily find us with that tracking skill?"
"It seems like we're destined to lead a life of fugitives, damn it."
"Hey, do you think we could avoid tracking if we change our names?"
How did they, as players, become wanted fugitives?
Reflecting with sighs, there was only one reason.
"All this happened because we joined the café."
"Yes, we committed our first murder there..."
Changing the world is what players do.
Although many joined the café because they liked the idea, no one joined with the intention of committing murder.
"Those bastards trapped us."
Yes, they fell into a trap.
If they hadn't been forced to commit murder instead of just suggesting it, the situation wouldn't have reached this point.
"But honestly, it was fun at that time."
"Well..."
"Hahaha, yes. Now that I think about it, it was really..."
Some of them had ecstatic expressions on their faces.
When they heard they had to kill someone to join the café, everyone was shocked.
"Well, what kind of café is this?"
But the world turns relentlessly based on power.
Players survive, and civilians will be eliminated.
Currently, civilians are little more than livestock for players.
Do you want to live a life ignored by that existence?
Listening to the reasoning that they must show players' fear to those existences, I began to think it had a certain logic.
Moreover, after going through Round 4, I had no qualms about killing people.
Even if not, all of them had stained backgrounds, even if not marked with red lines.
"Still, I've never killed or raped in reality."
"Me neither."
"But it wasn't as bad as I thought. Hehe."
Others also agreed, chuckling.
Even though they were being pursued now, the memories of the first murder weren't that bad.
In fact, the woman they gang-raped at that time still appeared in their minds.
Some even seemed to think it was fun at that time.
"No, but weren't we the only ones wanted in this way?"
"I don't think so. All the new café members committed murders or covered them up, right?"
"So, didn't we have to be so nervous?"
The five gained a bit of consolation.
Feeling calm thinking there were thousands of comrades in the same boat eased them.
If things got worse, they could report them all to the police and sink the ship.
"It must be because it's terrifying that the café president calls us. He'll send us to another country, he says."
Today they received the same message from the president of Pseva.
[Dear player, I am the manager of the café 'president.' The police have started an investigation into the murder you committed in the April 8 interview. Unfortunately, you will have to flee to another country. Pseva will cover all related expenses. For more details, come to the location marked on the map before 11:00...]
They couldn't simply ignore this stupid joke from someone.
The message attached a photo with a wanted poster.
And when they went to the agreed-upon location, wanted posters were scattered everywhere.
The reason why the five were smoking in a row was this.
"Now I understand a bit. He called us so hastily because he'd have trouble if we reported him."
"Hah, suddenly we have to flee to another country!"
"Well, how do you plan to leave? Did you bring a smuggling boat or something?"
They didn't bring luggage because they said it wasn't necessary.
They were so anxious that they didn't even think about it.
"It's my first time living abroad."
"I wanted to get out of hell Joseon, but this is good, damn it."
Although they criticized South Korea, now that they were about to leave, they felt nostalgic.
"There's no better country for criminals to live in..."
"That was in the past, damn it. Everything got ruined thanks to Congressman Lee Seong-hyun."
The players who took out cigarettes sighed deeply again.
"But when will the president come?"
"Yes, it's almost the agreed-upon time."
"It will be a pity if the most annoying person arrives last, right? Damn."
"We could blow up the police in the meantime."
At that moment, when dissatisfaction was reaching its peak.
Drzzzz-
The warehouse door opened, and a man appeared.
Are you the president?
No one could deny it, despite not knowing his face. His punctuality in arriving at the warehouse said it all.
Clang!
Closing the warehouse door, the man silently observed the players. He was a clean-looking man but with a strange aura.
Are you the president?
...
Hey, is it true that you'll send us abroad?
...
And that you'll give us all the funds to live there?
...
Is there really no problem?
Only silence responded to each question.
Damn it, say something! It's because of you that we're in this mess...!
Trash blaming others.
What?
Fine. I'll send you.
In that instant, the players witnessed a transformation.
The man's body was covered in armor in the blink of an eye.
In his hand, he wielded a sword with a black aura that vibrated.
I'll send you. To hell.
Ma Gyeong-rok's sword began to dance.
Creak! Creak!
Severed limbs flew through the air with a chilling sound.
Ahhh!
No! This madman!
In an instant, the place was filled with screams and blood.
There was no escape.
Five players lost their limbs in just 10 seconds.
Don't worry. I won't kill you yet. Not until you spit out the items.
A dark aura sprouted from Ma Gyeong-rok's sword like a serpent.
Devour them. Don't kill them.
At the command, darkness surged and pounced on the players.
Grrrrrrr!
Ahhh! No!
A cruel smile appeared on Ma Gyeong-rok's face.