Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 27 I am honored to be born as a human being
How to deal with injustice and unfairness.

"kill."

"When someone wants to eat you, you still plan to reason with it?"

"You're already dead, why not fight those bastards?"

After spending a whole night guarding his brother's dried-up body, Chef Damon pondered over this only conclusion.

So, he took two kitchen knives and walked into the Bone Crusher Gang, which was still forcibly collecting funeral fees.

"To live a decent life, you can't rely on others, you can only rely on yourself."

He has completely changed.

Even at this time, everyone still underestimated this huge and seemingly honest "cook".

While Rean was indulging in the gentleness of Shura Field (heavy fog), the storm in the nearby dock area became more and more severe.

Rean can be suspended, but what about that honest and tall pig man?
Rean’s opinion is not wrong. There is a fire in the pigman’s heart, and once it is ignited, it cannot be extinguished.

Or to put it another way, from the moment he picked up the kitchen knife and took the first step, he would not stop unless he died.

After Rean ignited and Daemon followed, the whirlwind of killing never stopped.

Today is just another beginning.

"Brothers, we all know that we are just a bunch of shit."

Looking at the dozen or so brothers of the Bone-Breaking Gang below, and the more than fifty newly recruited gang members, Dimon, holding a big knife, looked a little tired, and his deep voice was filled with self-mockery.

"Local vendors look down on us, ordinary people hate us, and the bosses of the big organizations treat us like toilet paper. When they need us urgently, they call us good and brothers, but when they're done, they despise us for being dirty and disgusting."

"Oh, the worst thing is that we look down on ourselves. Ask yourselves, do you look down on the rotten brothers around you?"

The trash below looked at each other, they had no idea what their new boss was talking about.

Dimon shook his head, knowing that he was talking nonsense to a deaf ear.

But he wanted to say these words, and he would say them only this once.

"I'm not going to waste any more time talking to you. Just trust me, follow me, and learn from me. I can make you respect me. Real, heartfelt respect. It's okay if you don't understand what I mean, but remember this: just follow me."

"Follow me, I'll help you get rich, and I promise you'll live like a human being!"

Finally, after a roar of anger, did the army's morale rise? No, the response from below was still sparse.

These people have not eaten anything else, and they have eaten a lot of cakes from the bosses, but at least a seed has been planted.

He, perhaps a little different from other bosses, seems to want to change something.

However, he was not so rude towards other people and other forces in the dock area.

"You are all my neighbors in Dimon, you are all my brothers and sisters, so I won't say any nonsense. Now you should all pay a 10 silver share per store, and I only want half. The same goes for other businesses. I only want half of the original amount. And when I grow bigger, I will manage it well. I will have someone in charge of collecting the money, and I won't charge double."

This is what he said to the shop vendors around him.

"I met a kind boss who said she's willing to build a seafood processing factory near the docks. She can provide a lot of jobs and even lend us a few boats to start a fishing farm. I don't need you to do anything. Many of your children are probably in other gangs. Tell them I'm in dire need of people. Do they want to be decent people? I have opportunities here."

He had no chance to meet any kind boss, but Li En mentioned that he planned to build a factory here and see if he could get some funds from the noble lady.
"It may be a lie now, but I believe in Rean. Even if it is a lie, I will make it come true." Dimon, who regards this period of time as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, is a real gambler and opportunist.

He believed in the heroic spirit and Rean. Perhaps only because of belief did there exist hope and the possibility of changing everything.

The news spread quickly among the neighbors, and many deserters and insiders appeared in other small gangs. But the majority of them were still onlookers.

That's enough, that's enough for him to become famous.

"Dimon has a big boss behind him and he plans to do something serious here."

"Really? How could anyone be interested in this piece of rotten land?"

"But Dimon has that Paladin behind him. Even the Paladin is backing him. Isn't it possible that some nobles are willing to invest?"

Not many people truly believe what Dimon says, but many are skeptical.

We are all bad boys, all garbage rolling in the mud, but someone points out a different way, which naturally attracts more attention.

In this bad place, fame means authority and reputation, which is the hard currency that can attract more followers.

This is what he said to the other bosses, those who were too powerful for him to handle and who had become wary of him because of his recent rapid expansion.

"That's just propaganda. I'm just trying to grab a piece of land to survive. I won't clash with you, and I can't beat you. You don't believe me? Let me be frank. I plan to open a clinic, a school, and a martial arts school here. These industries don't exist locally, but they're needed. I have some connections, and you know I have a good relationship with the Paladin Master. He said he supports me doing something serious."

Before, when Dimon asked casually where the dock area would start to change, Lien thought about it again and again and proposed these three things.

Even Rean had already thought of an excuse to convince the other bosses. "The women in your yard wear out quickly, don't they? They're thrown away when they get sick. What a shame. At least my cheap clinic can keep them employed for a while longer. The scumbags are so weak these days because there aren't even any decent martial arts schools in the docks. A school would be even more practical. Don't you have sons and daughters? Do you want them to be scumbags forever like you?"

These things are not completely absent in the dock area, but since they really don't make money, they are basically disorganized and quite messy.

If someone really integrates it and makes it more presentable, it may not be a bad thing even for other bosses.

These seem to be pretty good and have attracted the attention of the bosses.

As long as you don't touch my land, it will be beneficial to us if we really have these industries.

Thus, he had passed the most difficult stage.

"The membership fee will be doubled." This is what he said to some people in the police station.

It was direct, even a little insulting, but it worked and it was effective.

"If I make it work, you can earn more too." He said this to the representatives of the kingdom's grassroots civil servants, the tax collectors and sheriffs.

"Besides, with fewer small gangs, it would be easier for you to collect taxes and govern."

After making one lie and promise after another, he began to fulfill them.

He was roaring, he was roaring.

He is fighting, he is charging.

He is shouting out what is in his heart
"Follow me and kill. I will lead you to live like a human being!"

At some point, this sentence became a slogan.

What kind of person is he talking about? No one knows, but he really dares to kill.

The bloody kitchen knife had long been broken and was now replaced with one made of fine steel.

He was still holding two large machetes, and his huge body was as violent as a storm, walking from one killing field to another.

It was a quagmire that the extraordinary people looked down upon, and a brawl in the alleys of the slums, but he was willing to sink into it.

One knife, another knife.

Each blow is more brutal and faster than the last.

An invisible force blessed him, and his will turned into a solid defense.

Blood pooled on his body, a faint golden light covered his body, and the Oathkeeper was fighting for others.

".Live like a human being."

"Live like a human being!"

No one really understood what he was yelling about, but they subconsciously yelled along with him.

A faint red light began to cover each sound, and anger boiled in my heart.

As a result, they moved faster, had more strength, and their knives became sharper.

【The soul has awakened.】

[Soul Skill. I am honored to be born as a human (Raw Stone): Roar loudly, use your roar to carry the obsession of your heart, and use your anger to strengthen your flesh, blood, and weapons.]

[Note: Those within the range of your roar who agree with your philosophy will receive a certain degree of blessing, and your roar will also convey your will.]

What's next? Kill.

Killing a street clean is just killing a street, and killing dozens of people is just killing dozens.

This world is too dirty. Only by washing it with blood can we survive.

Roars echoed in the streets, and more and more figures stepped into the quagmire with swords in hand.

His will, along with the fluctuations of his heart and soul, began to be transmitted.

Perhaps, someone really understood what he was shouting.

The crazy killing brought about a rapid improvement in his status, and the "word of mouth" around him further enhanced his reputation.

Soon, Dimon came into the sight of the true uncrowned king of the dock area: the slave market.

Perhaps, he should prepare a big gift and go to pay his respects properly.
And late tonight, he and the city district he is trying to change will usher in a miracle that will completely change their destiny.

"I have an ally who should be able to protect the industrial security of the dock area." But Li En himself was still promoting his plan to the financiers.

(End of this chapter)