Chapter 127: Rebellion

After a while, the Anytng operation is completed.

A system message was displayed.

[Customization completed.]

[The changed settings will be reflected.] Please wait a moment.

Izel snapped his fingers.

[Where should I look?]

A thick book appeared out of nowhere.

Izel vigorously unfolded the book and began flipping through its contents.

[Currently, the total number of people in the main waiting room is 35; the master's instructions are:]

Izel muttered while reading the book.

Jenna came up to me and whispered something.

Oppa, what's wrong? That's a little strange.

I think it's okay.

Is it really necessary to separate the first and second floors like this? It's like there arenobles and commoners. If Master wants to treat us the way he wants, this is a natural thing to do. I don't like it, but I'm sure it will work.

Eorca interjected.

She waved the fancy fan she had received as a present.

Nobles and commoners, right?

Jenna pouted at her.

I placed my hand lightly on Jenna's head.

You wake up early in the morning and go to the practice range. They work hard there until the evening. After that, I hunt in the dungeon on weekdays. More than half of the meat we eat comes from your hunting. It will also be useful on missions.

I looked upstairs at the crowd in the square and saw people complaining.

Deep anxiety was etched on their faces.

What about them?

They don't do anything. You're also pretty naive. If it were me, I would have gotten annoyed long ago.

Eorca covered her mouth with a fan.

Edith heard that and sighed.

Therefore, classes are created instead of composition.

That's right.

The heroes in the waiting room have all lived similar lives.

They slept in the same bed, ate the same food, and wore the same clothes. The efforts and successes differed from person to person, but the results were the same.

If the waiting room is managed mainly by a small number of people, that would be acceptable.

However, in order to take the current primitive waiting room to the next level, something needed to be done to eliminate it. The separation principle was the solution.

Facility adjustment.

Initially, this feature was only used to decorate waiting rooms. The masters did not believe that heroes had intelligence close to humans. It was treated as data with fixed abilities and ranks.

But I was different.

I noticed this right away and found another use for a seemingly decorative element.

What Anytng was building now was his A3 model, which I used in the very early stages of his Niflheimr. Although it had its drawbacks, it was the easiest way to slow down composing. A cross-sectional view of this model was included in the game log.

Izel closed the book.

Then she looked back at the square, scattering her stardust.

Everyone, please pay attention! We will announce the room allocation. I'll only say it once, so please listen carefully. That is the master's strict command. Therefore, if you rebel for no reason, you will definitely be punished.''

Izel cleared her throat and put on a serious expression.

There are a total of 4 members of the leading party! All participants in the first group will meet on the second floor. You can choose the room of your choice. The same goes for after-parties. [There are many rooms, so choose one.]

Iselles' instructions follow.

also Chloe, Enoch, Ultar, Patrick, and Amarin. [You are on the second floor.]

A light of relief spread across the faces of those mentioned.

2 cooks, a carpenter, a blacksmith, and a tanner. They were heroes who had continuously improved their skills since being assigned to the facility. There were other support members, but they lacked the skills.

[Everyone else is on the first floor.]

Wait!

The man in the corner of the square stepped forward.

Izel puffed out her cheeks, which hadn't lost any baby fat.

[Are you dissatisfied?]

Isn't the room on the second floor spacious? Everyone else is on the first floor. Isn't it a waste?

That's right! The second floor can accommodate up to 30 people! Redistribute the rooms!

One of my male colleagues yelled.

Other dissatisfied people also began to voice their dissatisfaction en masse.

Please change the room assignment!

right. How can I sleep in a room without a bed? That's scary!

[Once these people start, they don't stop.]

Izel smiled brightly and clenched her small fists.

Then she rose into the air and came crashing down, hitting the ground.

Dawn!

The entire waiting room shook violently, as if a bomb had exploded.

People close to Izel grabbed her butt. For a moment, silence fell over the plaza. Izel folded her wings and sat on the broken bench.

You are truly an amazing person! A month ago, they would have all been synthesized. Consider this lucky.

But

But what? Would you like to try my nuclear attack?

Izel raised her guard and extended her right hand to stab him.

Her small hand moved faster than she could see, sending out a shock wave. Although she looks like a small fairy at first glance, Izel was a level 257 monster.

The commotion in the square has subsided.

Izel nodded happily.

You're not complaining anymore, are you? Let's continue. Chloe, come forward.''

Chloe stepped forward with a worried look on her face.

Yes, you are a chef. Master ordered. From now on, you and Amarin will be the exclusive chefs of the restaurant on the second floor.

Personal chef?

[It is your responsibility to feed the people living upstairs.]

Wait a minute!

What now?

Do you want to bring all the cooks as well? What should we do?

Izel frowned.

[Check it out for yourself.] To eat soil or not? Oh, I forgot to mention that eating meat is currently prohibited on the first floor. Did you see the potatoes in the pantry on the first floor? [Please fry and eat.]

Absolutely not. Are you telling me to only eat potatoes?

[Is this really that weird?]

Damn it! Were they forced to sleep in rough quarters and not even have cooked food?

A strong man bravely stepped forward.

Isn't it unfair that we were dragged here by this asshole who calls himself Master and is treating us like this now? Do you think we should just let him sleep?

[What do you think will happen if we don't?]

This, this, go to hell!

The man pulled out a dagger and attacked Izel.

Izel rolled up his sleeves. The moment I felt the need to move, there was a flash of light.

His arm, which held the dagger, spurted blood and splattered into the air. The man stared at his severed right arm for a moment, then he cried out violently.

Ah!

The young man in front of him stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and twisted his dagger.

Drops of blood scattered in all directions.

It was Verquist.

[What the hell are you doing?]

It's okay as long as you don't kill me, right?

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