Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Chaebol

Before entering the city, Jiang Li left a rune for those who were driven out of the city, which could teleport them to a safe area when their lives were in danger.

To enter the city, one needs to pay contribution points and verify their identity. Ye Wu was about to tell Jiang Li about this, but saw him strolling into the city, and the guards acted as if they didn’t see him.

Except for the Ye family siblings, no one noticed Jiang Li in a white robe.

The situation in the city was not much better. Although they looked different, Jiang Li could see that under their various expressions, there was a numb heart.

The biggest difference between these people and the old, weak, and sick people waiting to die outside the city is that these people are in the city.

“Don’t your fifth-level enhancers care about these chaebols?”

“Care? He doesn’t care. Lord Longtu only cares about fighting. As long as there is a strong opponent, he doesn’t care what the chaebols do, nor does he care about our suffering. In the words of Lord Longtu, why should the strong care about the weak?”

“The chaebols cater to his wishes and try their best to contact the fifth-level enhancers in other districts to build bridges for Lord Longtu and challenge them to fight.”

“If Lord Longtu is pleased, District Three will be the world of the chaebols.”

Ye Du continued, “However, the fifth-level enhancers in Districts Two, Four, and Five will fight with Lord Longtu for the sake of contribution points, but the Shadow King of District One will not fight with the chaebols.”

Speaking of the Shadow King, both Ye Du and Ye Wu had eyes full of longing and hope.

Jiang Li casually asked, “Is this Shadow King very powerful?”

“Of course!” Ye Wu said with a beaming eyebrow, “The Shadow King is recognized as the strongest fifth-level enhancer! People say that it must be the Shadow King who will lead us to victory!”

“The Shadow King has managed District One in perfect order. In District One, there are large tracts of farmland, as well as more than a dozen pastures, mines, and military factories. I heard that there are also scientific research laboratories used to restore pre-apocalyptic technology. The death rate there is the lowest!”

“Then why don’t you go over?”

Ye Wu said with a wry smile, “Boss, we are more than a thousand kilometers away from District One, and there are countless zombie nests on the road. Enhancers like us who are one or two levels will be eaten to the bone by zombies before we get halfway.”

“The Shadow King once talked to Lord Longtu and the chaebols, saying that only by unity can humans defeat zombies. If District Three is willing to move to District One, District One will send some strong men to escort us, and the Shadow King himself will participate in the escort team to minimize the damage.”

“The Shadow King also said that if District Three was willing, he could satisfy Lord Longtu’s desire to fight.”

“This matter caused a huge stir, and everyone thought Lord Longtu would agree. Although the journey to District One was very risky, everyone was willing to take the risk. Compared to living from day to day in District Three, everyone wanted to go to District One, which was full of hope!”

“But Lord Longtu didn’t want to live under someone else’s roof, and the chaebols flatly rejected the Shadow King’s request. The Shadow King had no choice but to sigh and leave. Only District Three refused to cooperate. The strong men of District One alone couldn’t escort the people of District Three. The probability of annihilation along the way was very high.”

Ye Du and Ye Wu mentioned this, their expressions dejected. Even people like them knew that the only way for humanity to win was for the five districts to merge into one, but the people above them disagreed.

Over a thousand kilometers wasn’t that far, and Jiang Li pondered, a small idea coming to his mind.

Jiang Li didn’t believe the Ye siblings’ one-sided story and walked around the city.

“Sixteen years old, virgin, skilled in mechanical repair and programming, able to endure all kinds of perverted play.”

“Nineteen years old, virgin, skilled in mathematical theory, strong in mental arithmetic, fluent in multiple languages.”

“Twenty-three years old, married, skilled in law and classical poetry, good at oral s*x.”

“Twenty-eight years old, former actor, can play a variety of roles.”

“Thirty years old, strong, eats little, works a lot.”

The dusty slaves wore a sign in front of them, indicating their age, specialties, and other aspects. Around their necks were iron collars. At the push of a button, the collars injected a highly toxic agent, causing death after a few minutes of agony.

The chaebols were frequent visitors to the slave market.

In private arenas, enhanced individuals fought each other, with only one surviving.

Over drinks, the chaebols chatted about the wins and losses.

“Please, give us something to eat… please…”

the starving people whispered weakly. Living in the city required paying exorbitant, steadily rising fees. They used to be able to squeeze out a few contribution points to buy food, but now, with all their contribution points spent on the fees, they had no more to spare.

The chaebols monopolized the farmland, allowing only their own employees to cultivate it. The grain they cultivated was specially modified to have a quick growth cycle, high yields, and rot within days if not consumed.

The chaebols sold this grain at exorbitant prices, destroying any unsold grain that still occupied space at the end of the day.

This grain was modified in District One, where the price was one-twentieth of the original price, and the farmland was not monopolized by the chaebols.

The Shadow King encouraged the expansion of farmland to establish a stable rear base.

In District Three, however, the chaebols forbade anyone from illegally expanding their land; violators were executed on the spot.

The chaebol feared assassination attempts, so they inflated the price of their guns and refused to sell long-range, high-caliber firearms like sniper rifles. This left many first-level enhancers fighting zombies with cold weapons, akin to dancing on a sword.

Furthermore, the chaebol numbered all guns, aligning the gun type with the number. Anyone caught modifying a gun, causing the number and type to mismatch, was immediately arrested, and their life or death depended on whether they could afford the contribution points. When

someone couldn’t afford expensive medical treatment, doctors halted the surgery and even stopped the anesthesia, leaving the patient to die.

Jiang Li cured this person, but he wasn’t happy. This was a temporary solution, not even a cure.

Food, munitions, medicine, and so on were all the purview of the chaebol. District Three had many chaebols, and while there was competition, there was also greater cooperation, working together to drive up prices.

Jiang Li also saw that after making money, the tycoons only thought about squandering and enjoying themselves, and had no intention of studying science to restore the original order of mankind.

Jiang Li observed every detail of the city, and finally, standing at the door of a tycoon, he sighed: “The Corpse Driving Sect is not suitable for District Three, the Demonic Sect is.”

Ye Du was right. District Three would not die under the zombie tide, but at the hands of these tycoons.

(End of this chapter)