LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

At the same time, inside the shipyard.

In order to save labor costs that were not worth much in Zaun, Takeda Saito only used slave labor that was not even paid.

If a slave has no salary and no freedom, how can he be motivated to work?

This point has long been analyzed in the "Zunan Investigation Report".

Even on the blacklist tailor-made by the Wind Leader for the alchemy barons of Zaun, and "When the Humanoid Stars Shine" compiled by Levi himself, Takeda Saito is the most contemptuous and inhumane existence in it.

He creatively invented an assessment management method that combines the ‘alternating sorting method’ and the ‘last elimination method’.

That is to say, based on the performance evaluation factors, slave workers are alternately sorted from the best to the worst performers, and finally the batch of slave workers ranked at the bottom are regularly 'optimized' out of the factory.

Where to optimize?

Of course it is "waste utilization", optimized to the biological and chemical weapons factories, prosthetic modification factories, alchemy laboratories... these places that require "experimental consumables" run by Takeda Saito.

Under this cruel management system of elimination of the last place and negative incentives, the slave workers worked hard without receiving a penny.

They just want to live.

But is life easy? of course not.

"I fuck Nemo!"

"You bastard Takeda Saito, just wait for me... I will kill you today!"

Baku struggled to hold his shoulder that was torn apart by the overseer's whip, and got up from the ground covered in blood.

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

Later, he also became a leader, and because he was good at speaking, eloquent, and good at dealing with people, he changed his profession from a worker to become a propagandist for the leader.

Later, Baku received a task from Levi - Levi needed him to sneak into Takeda Saito's shipbuilding factory disguised as a slave worker, secretly carry out propaganda work among the slave workers, and establish an underground organization.

He accepted this difficult task.

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

Because today is the day when the shipyard conducts monthly "performance appraisals" of slave workers and optimizes a group of talents into the laboratory.

So at this moment——

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

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

"Master Takeda doesn't raise lazy people, you can go away."

The overseer coldly called out their names one by one and sentenced them to death one by one.

The slave worker whose name was called felt as if his bones had been taken away. His face turned pale and his whole body fell to his knees limply.

But the overseers will show no mercy.

They lifted the slaves from the ground with familiarity, like catching bamboo rats from a breeding farm, and threw them one by one into the "slaughter area" aside.

Their lives were about to be lost, so of course some people wanted to resist.

But a group of fully armed prosthetic warriors were watching coldly from the side.

Is resistance useful? No.

The slave workers have long experienced the horror of reformed soldiers.

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

So there were hundreds of slave workers and hundreds of living people on site, just like lambs to be slaughtered. They were stared at by a few overseers with whips and a small team of prosthetic warriors. move.

Soon, 20 to 30 slave workers who were on the death list were ruthlessly eliminated.

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

"Shut up." The supervisor said impatiently: "Our performance appraisal will not make mistakes. If you want to blame it, blame it on you for not working hard!"

"No... please." There were cries and whines everywhere.

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

Not to mention him, even the surviving slave workers on the side were used to seeing this scene. Their hearts have become so numb that they can no longer even express the kind of sympathy that pits a rabbit against a fox.

Everyone just felt lucky to have survived and thanked God for allowing them to live for another month.

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

Everything is the same as before.

The eliminated slave workers cried and begged, while the surviving slave workers looked on with cold eyes.

The supervisors waved their whips and drove the "graduates" into the trucks carrying experimental supplies.

But at this moment, Baku stood up.

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

"Huh?" The supervisors were stunned for a moment.

It's been a long, long time since they've seen someone like this dare to stand up and make trouble.

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

"I don't want to die, none of us want to die! But if we don't stand up and resist, then we will really sit back and wait for death!" Baku shouted at the slave workers.

But the slaves didn't dare to look at him.

Instead, the overseer struck him hard on the shoulder with a barbed iron whip.

Baku was knocked to the ground by 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 a step back.

He looked back at the surviving slave workers, friends with whom he had long been familiar:

"Everyone, you can continue to be spectators."

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

"Two years! Except for those skilled workers who are really irreplaceable, the ones with the longest working experience are less than two years!"

Baku shouted to the slave workers at the top of his lungs:

"No matter how docile and honest we are, we can't survive more than two years at most!"

"And how have we survived these two years? Is living like this, struggling to survive, really considered alive?"

"This..." The slave workers, who were originally as silent as lambs, suddenly became commotion.

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

People get old and tired. Sooner or later, they will be eliminated because their physical strength has declined and they can no longer work.

But no one has thought about how long this time will be.

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

But now, Baku has revealed this bloody fact without any disguise.

"Brothers, stand up!"

"I think many of you have already understood what Janna's thoughts are and what a leader is. There are even many of you who have unknowingly become believers who follow the goddess Janna."

"Now I can tell you-"

"I, Baku, am the messenger of the goddess Janna and a formal member of the Wind Leader Association. My companions and I are here for one thing - to liberate everyone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, as if giving a demonstration, slave workers one after another stood out from the crowd with firm expressions.

Like Baku, they are all underground propagandists sent by the leader to lurk.

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

These people are leaders.

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

The slave workers went from silence and fear, to shock and suspicion, to whispers and restlessness.

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

"You, you...rebelled, you really rebelled!"

The overseers initially teased Baku as a clown, watching him struggle and shout in amusement.

But now, they realized something was wrong.

"Do you want to die? Okay, then I will kill you all!"

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

He pulled the trigger almost without hesitation.

But Baku ignored his bullets.

Because almost at the same time, wisps of breeze condensed and formed from Baku, from these leaders who were just mortals.

The gentle breeze gathered into a violent wind, and the violent wind swept across the sky and the earth.

Not only were the bullets blown around, but even the supervisor who fired the gun was blown backwards.

"This..." The slave workers were shocked when they saw it.

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

As soon as Baku finished speaking, threads of faith were pulled out from the scene.

Many slave workers who were content with being ordinary and accustomed to being slaughtered by others were shocked to discover that they also had such a magical quality in them.

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

The crowd was excited.

They tried to pray to Janna, and they really felt that there was more power in their bodies.

Then, Baku turned to look at the more than 20 eliminated slave workers who had been put on the death list:

"Oka, Jim, Yadu, Barlow, Bevis, Curtis..." The supervisor's death list now became Baku's list of calling his companions.

"You are already dying, do you know that?"

"..." Of course they know.

"Now you will die if you obey, and if you resist, you will die. They are all dead, so why not die for the ideals of Jannaism?" Baku shouted loudly.

"Quickly, kill these bastards!" The supervisors were also shouting for the prosthetic warriors.

The prosthetic warriors surrounded them with murderous intent, and then...

They saw hundreds of lines, hundreds of winds.

No, more than a hundred.

As the strong wind gathers, the situation changes, the air becomes hot, and people's hearts become excited, the number of "threads" continues to increase.

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

As a result, there were more and more wind masses, and the condensed wind became stronger and stronger.

The slave workers, who were as weak as lambs, all raised their heads.

The powerful prosthetic transformed warriors were stunned for a moment, and then...

"Run!!"