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Season 5: Chapter 159. The Life of a Slave (1)
Everyone was flustered when the class rankings were first announced.
'No, even if they tell us to act according to our class, what exactly are we supposed to do with this?'
'Suddenly a class system...?'
'Hm?'
In ordinary society, class systems formed naturally. Nobody had expected classes to be definitively assigned by the organizers like this. They didn't even know how to use these classes. This wasn't just the commoners. It was the same for the nobility.
Camebert explained, "Class is, as the name says, class. Those of a lower class must follow those of a higher class. Just think of it as medieval times."
Naturally, resistance came from the commoners and slaves. Some of them were about to raise their hands.
'Moments like this require immediate dominance!'
Sweet Potato thundered, "How dare you, ForeverAlone! Where does a slave get off holding his head up like that!?"
Thud!
Simultaneously, he kicked ForeverAlone and knocked him over. It was sheer immediate dominance.
'There was a saying about this.'
Sweet Potato was a former military instructor. He had been trained to turn people into soldiers.
'Slap the junior soldier the moment they've unpacked.'
Every organization had a set level of permissible force. In an IT company, if someone cursed and yelled, it looked like they had committed embezzlement. In a kitchen, double profanity and shouting were the norm. This level was set by whoever ran the group. Sweet Potato was claiming that position.
"How dare you! Slaves standing tall with their backs straight!
Aaaaah!?
Thud!
— lmaooooooooooooooooo
— LOL
— Suddenly??
— lmaooooo
— Wow...
— Sweet Potato mass-producing subordinates lol
"Wh-what...?" ForeverAlone couldn't figure out what to do with this sudden development.
With just this, most of the people who'd been about to raise their hands lowered them again. The momentum to confront the moderator had disappeared, and everyone shrank.
'Damn... just don't make enemies for now.'
'Of all the rotten luck, having those ruthless people as the king...'
'It's started again... Fletcher of the Knights.'
The fear engraved in their bodies since Cheese Village was resurfacing. Some people shrank before fear, but others turned to fight back harder.
Zelo rushed toward the moderator. "No, moderator. Does this continue all the way to the main round?"
"Yes. I told you in advance."
"Then we're just going to be used and discarded like pawns in chess in both the qualifiers and the main round!?"
Camebert deliberated for a moment on how to answer. "Well, you know what being a slave means, don't you?
Ber-ber-ber~.
"Don't
ber-ber-ber~
me! Just say it straight! What the hell?! You're telling us to team up, aren't you?! And we're supposed to just be cannon fodder!?"
Zelo seemed genuinely serious. He had no intention of letting this slide. Why?
'The King is Almond. You think I’d let this slide.'
The other side would have no intention of letting this slide!
— What lmaooo
— LOL
— Hahaha
— lmaooooooooo
— Refreshing~
— Zelo lmaooo
'This is something only I can do. I have to get this cancelled. They've already started establishing discipline.'
Had it not been someone like Zelo, probably no one could have argued this forcefully with Cheese's organizer. Had it not been for Zelo’s fear of the Knight Order, he wouldn't have argued this hard. Those two things were interlocked, creating a huge pressure.
'Why are you doing this to me...'
"The class can change based on results..." Camebert finally said.
"Going in as a slave and just eating arrows! Fat chance of changing! Camebert! Try getting docked six years of pay yourself and then crawl your way to director to change the world!"
Camebert wilted before Zelo's energy.
— This lunatic lol
— lmaooooo
— Not six months, six YEARS of pay reduction LOL
— Change the world yourself
— He's telling them to quit lol
— Refreshing~
Cold sweat ran down Camebert's back. "Th-that... there's still more scrimmages left..."
Just because he acted like the organizer didn't make him the actual organizer. His actual rank was roughly that of a junior associate. His full authority amounted to deciding when to laugh with a
ber-ber~
. Otherwise, he just said what he was told.
"How dare you!"
Thud!
Almond kicked Zelo and shouted, "Slave! What impudence!"
— Almond entering lmaooo
— The reunion with the Lord was terrible...
— lmaooooooooooooooo
— Handsome popular kid assaulting a loner
"N-no, wait. Wait just a moment...!"
Zelo tried to buy time somehow. Shockingly, a gap in physicality emerged here.
'Wh-what, I can't dodge any of it!?'
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Almond kicked him several more times.
Zelo couldn't dodge a single one. He didn't just fall, but rolled across the floor.
Gah!?
N-no, Lord, that's not..."
"It’s King."
"Y-Your Majestyyyyyyy!?"
"Too late."
— Ha, the Lord forgot he's different now. Stand at attention~
— Wow lmaooo
— fr lmaooo he's going to get PTSD from this;
— Wait he's not the Survival Craft character so this is kind of violent lmaooo
From there, the ancient tradition of the mop-up roll began.
"Yeahhh! We're beating them too!"
"Beat the slaves!!"
"Beat the slaves! The nation will be set right!"
Countless streamers came running. Why?
'Only the slaves need to die.'
'Right. For commoners to live, just beat the slaves.'
'This is how the nobility keeps face.'
Nine teams agreed with this premise. This was precisely why Cheese's side had bothered making just one slave team.
Thud thud thud thud!
An enormous number of kicks poured toward Zelo.
"Die! You lowly creature!"
"So what if you have a lot of viewers!? You slave!"
"Get away! You wicked fool!"
The flames that spread didn't stop at Zelo. Only so many could beat Zelo. There were too many commoners and nobility.
"Oh, I can't reach Zelo?"
"Then, a bird in hand..."
Everyone's eyes moved elsewhere because there were five slaves.
Bubblegum waved both hands and backed away. "W-wait... I have a wife and child at home..."
Behind him were Choco Shroom and Acorn Jelly.
Acorn Jelly countered with his specialty of conspiracy theories. "Hey, hasn't anyone ever thought this is weird!? That, that Camebert is a fake! This is rigged! Cheese is a free democracy!"
Choco Shroom pleaded in the heartfelt voice she'd been honing while caring for Zelo. "No!
Uwaaaah
, please save me!!"
"Nobody said anything about killing! Just take a few hits!"
That was how it started. As the oldest members, Horn Ramen, Donuts, and MiddleAgedDetective led by example. Everyone found their courage.
"Step aside~. Let me show what I'm made of!"
"Why should the king dirty his hands? The nobility can handle this!"
"You're our slaves from now on~."
Thud thud thud!
Countless streamers enthusiastically beat Can't Can't Can't's five members.
— lmaooooooooooooooooooo
— Old men LOL
— Always did this in Survival Craft but seeing it live is absolutely insane lmaooo
— Scene of violence
— Joseon dynasty can take notes on this
ForeverAlone rolled around and cried out, "Why... why... why couldn't I have been in the Knight Order!!!"
— Sure, think about it while getting beaten
— Still saying that?
— fr
— Gi-Chan... give it up
— lmaooooo
— Poor guy~
He simply had no confidence that he could make the nobility with this team.
"Please... if just one single person... had given me an actual human instead of a bug...!"
— LOL
— An actual human instead of a bug, true~
— lmaooooo
— And there's his true feelings, finally, ForeverAlone
— Zelo can actually play decently
"At the very least, if I'd been given time to turn a bug into a human!"
Thud! Thud!
The brief commotion settled.
Phew~
feels great."
"Beating the slaves really clears the chest."
"Now the nation's discipline is properly set!
Hahahaha!
The teams, excluding the slaves, felt very satisfied.
Almond looked at them and nodded contentedly. "This is how you get closer, right?"
— His school life must have been concerning... lmaooo
— Wow
— lmaooooooooo
— I guess everyone bonds except the slaves
It sounded extreme, but there was no helping it.
'Frankly, there's not much a king can actually do.'
They'd been divided into kings, nobility, commoners, and slaves. However, there wasn't really anything more to enjoy today. They'd just beaten the slaves for the sake of broadcast entertainment. It was just showmanship.
"But how does this actually get used?"
"Well... don’t they just basically die for us when it matters?"
Nobody actually knew how these classes would be applied in practice. The general consensus was that the hierarchy would determine the order of sacrifice when the actual Platform War started.
'Hm?'
Almond thought of something else.
"Oh... Nobility and commoners."
The king raised his hand to speak.
— King raising a hand to speak lmaooo
— Cute lmaooo
— What is he trying to say now...
— What the
"Shouldn't we set rules so that slaves can sacrifice themselves at a moment's notice when they need to?"
It was quite a merciless thing to say.
'At Ah-Sung too, we always made manuals so we could immediately respond to any variable.'
From his life experience, this was far too natural.
"A kind of manual is needed."
"Hear, hear! Hear, hear!"
The other Knight Order members agreed with his statement. To this, Almond spoke as if he'd been waiting.
“For example, what if the Can't Can't Can't team exclusively contracts tanks and goes out as champions dispatched to teams of nobility rank or above?"
— LOL
— Too radical lmaooo
— Dispatched workers lmaooo
— Authority drives people mad
— This is what a major corporation looks like~ lmaooo
— Oh we're using sub champions~
— Dispatched workers

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