After requesting the factory manager to produce clothing and black pantyhose.
I returned through the portal to the entrance of Ras Village. Ti-wise, I couldn’t cross over to Gremory’s dungeon, so I had to receive reports right in front of the Ras Village portal.
"Good work, Dad."
ri greets with Li. Since I went on the expedition taking even Eila and Lune, ri and Li managed the dungeon together.
"Nothing happened during the night?"
"No. The stud hunters were taking turns keeping watch from the Ras Village watchtower, but unfortunately there were no adventurers. If there had been, we’d have more orcs, so it’s a sha."
"Can’t be helped since adventurers don’t visit every ti. Haven’t they barely co since Luna killed those 40 people last ti?"
It couldn’t be helped since adventurers don’t visit in regular fixed numbers every day. I should rather be thankful nothing happened while I was away.
"No problems in our dungeon, and Gremory’s dungeon? Did anything co out there too?"
"Dad, it’s been one day. The entrance is blocked, and no demons opened a portal to Teacher Gremory’s dungeon. Plus you know what Teacher Gremory’s dungeon is like right now."
"I know, but it’s almost full of level 1s."
The chicken coop. Since I sent a large number of male prisoners, now it’s ti for the harpy flock to appear. I returned from Ras Vegas to Ras Village to check on that.
"Did they co out okay?"
"30 Harpy Angel eggs ca out. The rest are all harpies."
"Quite a lot ca out. Were there no resisting humans?"
"There were, but not anymore. Most did what you said, Dad, but there were still a few who resisted to the end. Hases and Rastujad ate them deliciously."
I tried to let them cum once before dying, but who knew there’d be those who give up that rcy and gladly hope to beco ghoul food?
"How many?"
"Um...1/4? And only 50 people are alive now."
"Why?"
"They got squeezed to death. Especially the prisoners who went to the Andras side. You know those holes in the wall for putting heads through? They really used those a lot. Oh right Dad, what should we do with the Andras eggs?"
Since male prisoners sowed seeds with female Andras, insemination occurred. Naturally only Andras will appear, but is increasing Andras really a good thing?
"...No, wait, it’ll be a good propaganda tool for establishing Ras Vegas’s identity. ri, you can distinguish eggs now, right? 1 star and 2 star."
"That’s easy now."
"Then collect only adult Andras eggs separately. Though they have bird brains and are a bit lacking in intelligence, they’re perfect for using as residents of Ras Vegas."
Who could be more appropriate than Andras as the symbol of Ras Vegas, a city where humans, demons, and demi-humans all freely and harmoniously go ’Ras Ras’? While I’m thinking of it, I call our dungeon’s Andras.
"Why?"
Andras has grown vigorously and reached level 35 already. I fiddle with Andras’s black wing dress, no different from a human’s, and give Andras instructions.
"Ras Vegas needs a face. Are you willing to openly appear in front of humans?"
"Hmm...."
At my words, Andras falls into thought. Though her self-esteem increased through synthesis, since she was originally a 1-star harpy dispatched from the Demon King’s Army to a bottom-tier dungeon like mine, she still seems to lack confidence.
"Maybe after gaining a bit more experience, but not right now. Um...at least until I can take down two demi-human Andras alone?"
"Even Lune or Li can’t take them down alone, but you’re setting your goals pretty high."
"You need to be at least that good not to be looked down on in front of humans. Didn’t you think so too, Master?"
"Of course."
An average 3-star at max level, around level 55, should be enough to present a business card anywhere.
"ri, focus on Andras’s growth. Ras Vegas needs a symbol."
"Got it. Then I should think of Andras as essentially being dispatched to the human world side, right?"
"Yeah. I need to operate an aerial unit in the human world."
"Aerial unit?"
ri tilts her head with a face that doesn’t quite understand. But to protect Ras Vegas, I need to utilize not only the qualitative improvent of the Ras Army but also the advantages of being demons.
"Tell Gremory. Hatch all the adult Andras and Harpy Angels and send them to Ras Vegas. For adult Andras gender doesn’t matter...wait no, don’t send males. Only send females."
While Harpy Angels only produce females, the probability for adult Andras is 50-50 male-female. Though there’s no big difference in combat power by gender, male Andras need to serve as studs.
"Tell the male Andras to sow seeds with the harpies. Got it?"
"True, hatching was better than humans or orcs."
"Is that all?"
I pull out the fantastic probability that occurs when male Andras et harpies.
[Andras x Harpy: Union of male Andras and harpy]
Harpy (☆☆~☆☆☆, 80%)
Harpy Angel (☆☆~☆☆☆, 17%)
????? (☆☆☆☆, 3%)
Unlike humans and orcs, Andras is the only one who can pull out so 4-star sothing in one shot with harpies as targets.
Since harpy probability is high too, I thought maybe to cause infinite insemination with Harpy Angels as targets, but according to Gremory, even if the target notation and probability differ, since the race is ultimately the sa, harpy or Harpy Angel only differ by 0.0X% probability without much difference.
"If any are born, manage them specially. Maybe because they’re bird-brained, they seem quite sensitive to stress. Don’t make them ejaculate more than 5 tis a day."
"Why?"
"They die from excessive stress."
"I’ll thoroughly manage and supervise."
Work instructions for the chicken coop ended. Now I need to gather my luggage and subordinates again and leave for Ras Vegas.
"Then I’m leaving the rest to you, ri. Give my regards to Gremory’s main body too."
"...She’s been really holding a grudge after receiving the avatar’s mories. What exactly did you do?"
"Kids don’t need to know."
Until Gremory reincarnates, I plan to enjoy the avatar for a while too.
"Tell her I’ll visit if I get a craving for blue cheese."
"I don’t know what blue cheese is, but I think Teacher Gremory will hate it."
"She’ll like it now though?"
In the shower I delivered a whole speech on why Gremory is blue cheese, so she can’t not know. And she herself (the avatar) couldn’t refute it.
"Right. Then I’m heading back now. You guys, follow ."
I point behind to the ten orcs lined up behind ri. They’re bewildered yet full of discipline, like privates who just completed basic training.
They’re 3rd generation orcs born from eggs that Arthur and the brothers burned their souls and left seeds behind right before leaving the dungeon. Since there are no new female adventurer prisoners yet, I planned to take them to Ras Vegas.
"From now on, you’ll follow to Ras Vegas. Main duties are...right, patrol and labor. Of course don’t forget combat training either. First follow and do as I say. Start by moving the luggage."
"Yes, Legion Commander!!"
Soone already trained them so they’re full of discipline. Though I don’t particularly plan to enforce this atmosphere, it’s not bad. I have the subordinates each carry one package. The boxes they lift are full of gargoyle remains.
"ri, if anything happens, definitely escape to Gremory’s dungeon. Got it?"
"Yes. Dad, if anything happens to you too, escape through the portal right away."
We wished for each other’s well-being. Until the day the Ras Army conquers the world, I desperately hoped at least my family wouldn’t die. Even if it ans driving countless subordinates into death for that ambition.
’Let’s harden my heart.’
If I’m going to defeat the Demon King and take the Demon King’s position anyway, I decided to gladly beco a demon.
Whooom.
Crossing through the portal, the factory manager is waiting for in front of the portal. He’s waiting for holding silk-like fabric in his hands.
"Oh, you’ve arrived. I think I can make the item you ntioned. Though the weavers’ hands are still clumsy so I’ll have to make it alone...."
"As expected, there’s no need to beco a demon even to subordinates and residents."
"Pardon?"
"Just a resolution, a resolution."
I decided to only be harsh to enemies, except for residents who help like this.
"First continue working on the task. Work hard from 9 to 12, then take an hour lunch break. And stop all work after 6. Got it?"
"...Pardon?"
The factory manager raises his voice and opens his mouth wide in disbelief.
"Stop work at 6?"
"You want to work overti then?"
"You’re saying to work only 8 hours a day? You’re joking, right?"
"...I’m planning to work five days a week and rest two days?"
"Haha, your joke is too much. ...Are you serious? Working only 40 hours a week?"
Seems I picked a wicked factory manager. No matter how much I beco a demon, I have no intention of introducing that damn sweatshop culture into my legion.
"Just do as I say. I’ll assign as much as you can do, so don’t get scared in advance and donate even your lunch ti or make the kids work."
"But...efficiency...."
"Efficiency is my problem to worry about. You just do as I say."
"A-alright. I apologize."
The factory manager obediently apologizes and withdraws. I hand him the fabric and instruct him to continue weaving fabric. After the factory manager leaves, I have the subordinate orcs put down their luggage in the middle of the square.
"Later, the mont combat occurs, we’ll throw stones with these rocks. I’ll explain about combat later, but for now let’s go collect human corpses with ."
"Collecting corpses...you say?"
"Yeah. We’re going to clean up the human corpses your seniors fought hard and killed."
I head to the main gate of Ras Vegas. While I spent my wild night, the sli dragons diligently moved human corpses outside the castle. Starting with Arthur, Agravain, Gareth, up to Lancelot—a full four squads have been collecting human corpses since dawn.
Strip usable equipnt, and leave blood-stained clothes as burial garnts laid out neatly outside the wooden fence. I need to find that person’s corpse buried in the mountain of corpses. So I personally roll up my robe sleeves and join the corpse collection site.
"Legion Commander, sorry. We haven’t found it yet."
Gareth bows and apologizes to . Though it’s not sothing to apologize for at all, he seems sorry for not finding it yet despite coming personally.
"It’s fine. We have plenty of ti anyway. You guys co here and help too. First organize this mountain of piled corpses neatly. Move them carefully so blood doesn’t splatter."
During the night, flies and bugs are already starting to swarm the corpses. It’s been half a day since they died so it’s natural, but I need to take necessary asures quickly. I carefully lift one corpse. Looking at the face, it’s the guy whose ankles I cut with an axe.
"First put them on a plank. Then grab the rope tied to the plank and drag it. Move them neatly as you see. The most important objective is to find an old man who looks like this."
I draw a mustache with my hand. It’s a peculiarly shaped mustache, and since the mustache probably didn’t burn when he died, I should be able to find him quickly by looking at faces.
"To whoever finds him, I’ll personally give a chance to deal with a ★★★ monster or human. Of course when such an existence appears later—"
"Legion Commander, I found him!"
A high-pitched voice shouts from afar. It’s Lancelot, and I have the subordinates wait in place and rush toward Lancelot.
"Is this the one?"
"Yeah. Good job finding him."
The knight with closed eyes is definitely the man I personally fed bread to on his face. I lift that person’s corpse high, and hand over the subordinates to Lancelot.
"Newbies. You take them."
"Yes! Hehe, I’ll work them hard."
Though she openly says she’ll work them, Lancelot will handle the subordinates moderately well. I head to the square carrying the knight’s corpse.
"...."
The mage who aid at is still alive. Despite being used by dozens of orcs, the mage glares at with a complicated face.
Hatred toward and craving for pleasure. The mage has already beco a slave to pleasure.
"How unfortunate. If you weren’t a mage, I would’ve sent you to Gremory’s dungeon."
I lift the sword I prepared in advance, and the mage’s head flies off with a shocked face still intact.
"Whew...."
With this, I have the corpses of the knight and mage.
Just as I hunted down four young n to fulfill Li’s evolution conditions, this ti I need to fulfill another’s evolution conditions.
Hases and Rastujad.
The ti for evolution has arrived. Even if they’re trash demons, if orcs and elves support them, they should be able to perform sufficiently.
"Well fuck, at least trash demons are better than bird-brains and cal monsters."
I cross the portal carrying the corpses of the knight and mage.
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