LOL: Summoner of Goddess Jana

Chapter 158 The Power of the Public (please subscribe~)

Meanwhile, inside the shipyard.

In order to save labor costs that were worthless in Zaan, Takeda Saito used all slave labor who didn't even have to pay wages.

How could slaves be motivated to work if they had no wages and no freedom?

This point has already been analyzed in the "Zuan Investigation Report".

Even in the blacklist tailored by the leader for the alchemy barons of Zaun, and "When the Humanoid Stars Shine" compiled by Li Wei himself, Takeda Saito is the most trivial and inhuman existence in it.

He creatively invented the assessment management method combining the 'alternate sorting method' and the 'last elimination method'.

That is to say, according to the elements of performance evaluation, the slave workers are alternately sorted from the best performance to the worst, and finally the batch of slave workers ranked at the bottom are 'optimized' out of the factory on a regular basis.

Where to optimize?
Of course, it is "waste utilization", optimized to the biochemical weapons factory run by Takeda Saito, the prosthetic body modification factory, and the alchemy laboratory, which require "experimental consumables".

Under this cruel management system of elimination of the bottom and negative incentives, the slave workers still work desperately without getting a penny.

They just want to live.

But is it easy to live?of course not.

"I fuck Nima!"

"Takeda Saito, you dog day, you wait for me, I will kill you today!"

Baku struggled to hold his shoulder that was torn apart by the supervisor's whip, and got up from the ground dripping with blood.

He used to be Levi's co-worker in the audio factory and Levi's best friend.

Later, he also became a leader, and because he was good at words, eloquent, and good at dealing with people, he changed his job from a worker to become a leader's propagandist.

Later, Baku received a task from Li Wei - Li Wei needed him to pretend to be a slave laborer to sneak into Takeda Saito's shipbuilding factory, secretly carry out propaganda work among the slave laborers, and establish an underground organization.

He accepted this daunting task.

After nearly a month of lurking, Baku's efforts will finally bear fruit today.

Because today is the day when the shipyard conducts a monthly "performance appraisal" for slave labor and optimizes a group of talents to the laboratory.

So at this moment——

The slave workers huddled together tremblingly, waiting for the supervisor to take the "optimization" list and report the names of those who needed to be eliminated among them.

"Oka, Jim, Yadu, Barlow, Beavis, Curtis, you all performed badly this month."

"Master Takeda doesn't raise lazy people, you can 'scroll' now."

The supervisor indifferently announced their names one by one, and sentenced them to death one by one.

The slave laborer who was named was as if his bones had been taken away, and suddenly his face turned pale and he knelt down on the ground limply.

But the overseers will not show mercy.

They lifted the slave workers from the ground with ease, like catching bamboo rats from a farm, and threw them one by one to the "slaughter area" aside.

Life is about to die, of course some people want to resist.

But a group of fully armed prosthetic body modification soldiers watched coldly from the side.

Does resistance work?No.

The slave laborers have long experienced the horror of reforming soldiers.

They were just stared at by these cruel war machines, and they knelt back to the ground limply.

As a result, there were hundreds of slave laborers and hundreds of living people on the scene, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, stared at by a few supervisors with whips and a small team of prosthetic body transformation fighters. move.

Soon, 2 to 30 slave laborers on the death list were ruthlessly eliminated in this way.

"No, don't. Your Excellency!" The slave workers knelt in front of the supervisor and begged: "We are really not lazy, we have all worked hard! Please tell Master Takeda, let us continue to work for him!"

"Shut up." The supervisor said impatiently, "Our performance appraisal won't make any mistakes. If you want to blame it, blame yourselves for not working hard!"

"I'm begging you." There were crying and wailing everywhere.

"Get lost!" Of course the supervisor would not be moved.

Let alone him, even the surviving slave laborers on the side are used to this scene.Their hearts are so numb that they can't even express the kind of sympathy that the rabbit dies and the fox mourns.

Everyone just felt lucky for their survival, and thanked God for allowing them to live for another month.

At the same time, they also secretly warned themselves that they must work harder next month and not let themselves be reduced to the point of being eliminated by optimization.

Everything is the same as before.

The eliminated slave laborers cried and begged, while the surviving slave laborers watched with cold eyes.

The supervisors waved their whips and drove the "graduates" into the trucks delivering experimental consumables.

But at this moment, Baku stepped forward.

"Stop!" Baku was like a hero in the story, bravely standing in front of the supervisor: "You are not allowed to take them away!"

"Huh?" The supervisors were all taken aback for a moment.

It has been a long, long time since they have seen such a person who dared to stand up and make trouble.

"Bastard, you want to die, don't you?" The supervisor sneered.

"I don't want to die, and all of us don't want to die! But if we don't stand up and resist, then we are really waiting to die!" Baku shouted at the slave workers.

But the slave workers dared not look at him.

Instead, the overseer slapped him heavily on the shoulder with a barbed iron whip.

Baku fell to the ground with a whip.When he got up cursing again, half of his body was already stained red by the dazzling blood.

But Baku still didn't take half a step back.

He looked back at the surviving slave laborers, these friends he had known for a long time:

"Everyone, you can continue to be spectators."

"But do you know? I have been in this factory for a month, and I have seen hundreds of slave laborers—do you know how long the longest working person is?"

"Two years! Except for those skilled workers who really can't be replaced, the longest working period is less than two years!"

Baku shouted hoarsely to the slave laborers:
"No matter how docile and honest we are, the longest we can live is two years!"

"And how have we survived these two years? Is it really considered alive to live like this?"

"This" the slave workers who were silent like lambs suddenly became commotion.

In fact, they also know that they will not live long if they do this.

People get old and tired.Sooner or later, they will be eliminated because their physical strength will decline and they will not be able to do anything.

But no one thought about how long this time would be.

Everyone didn't dare to think about it, they just wanted to live in a daze.

But now, Baku has exposed this bloody fact without any concealment.

"Brothers, stand up!"

"I think many of you have already understood what Janna thought is and what a leader is. There are even many of you who have unknowingly become followers of the goddess Janna."

"Now I can tell everyone—"

"I, Baku, am the envoy of Goddess Janna, and I am an official member of the Leaders Association. My companions and I came here for one thing—to liberate everyone!"

As soon as the voice fell, it was like a demonstration, and one slave worker after another stood out from the crowd with firm expressions.

They are all underground propagandists sent by leaders to lurk like Baku.

Of course, many of them are rebel activists who developed after Baku and others came to the factory.

These guys are leaders.

When they responded to Baku's call and stood up from the silent crowd, the atmosphere at the scene changed completely.

The slave workers went from silence and fear, to shock and doubt, to whispering and agitation.

At this time, no more people came forward.But there was already some hope in their eyes.

"You, you guys. It's against you, it's really against you!"

At first, the supervisors teased Baku as a clown, watching him struggling and screaming jokingly.

But now, they realized that the situation was not good.

"Do you want to die? Alright, then I'll kill you all!"

One of the overseers put down his whip and drew a gun from his pocket.

He pulled the trigger almost without hesitation.

But Baku ignored his bullets.

Because almost at the same time, a gust of wind condensed and formed from Baku, from these mere mortal leaders.

The breeze converges into a squall, and the squall sweeps the world.

Not only the bullets were blown flying, even the supervisor who fired the gun was blown upside down.

The slave workers were all shocked when they saw "this".

"Did you see it? This is the divine power of Goddess Janna!"

As soon as Baku's words fell, lines of faith were pulled out at the scene.

Many slave laborers who were willing to be ordinary and accustomed to being slaughtered by others, only then discovered to their horror that they also had such miraculous features in themselves.

"As long as you believe in Janna, as long as you dare to resist, then you can, like me, ride the wind of change that can destroy all old things!"

The crowd was boiling.

They tried to pray to Janna, and they really felt a surge of power in them.

Then, Baku turned his head to look at the more than 20 eliminated slave laborers who had already been on the death list:
The overseer's death list of "Oka, Jim, Yadu, Barlow, Bivis, and Curtis" now became the list that Baku called for his companions.

"You're already going to die, you know that?"

"." Of course they knew.

"Now you are obedient and you are dead, and you are dead if you resist. Why don't you die for the ideal of Jannaism?" Baku shouted loudly.

"Quick, kill these bastards!" The supervisors were also calling for the prosthetic fighters loudly.

The prosthetic fighters surrounded him murderously, and then...
They saw hundreds of lines, hundreds of winds.

No, more than a hundred.

As the wind condenses, the situation changes, the air heats up, and people's hearts are excited, the number of "lines" continues to increase.

Those without wires have wires, and those with wires become brighter.

As a result, there are more and more wind clusters, and the condensed wind is getting stronger and stronger.

The weak slave laborers raised their heads together.

The powerful prosthetic transformation fighters froze for a moment, then
"Run!"

(End of this chapter)