I'm a villain, not a devil

Chapter 705 The Current Situation of Paradise City

Paradise City, Lower Town.

It was already time to get off work, and the roads in the downtown area were soon crowded with people and vehicles.

For the residents of Paradise City, their lives have reached an unprecedented peak.

No need to work as hard as before, no need to cheat each other as before, just go to work, work, and pay taxes with peace of mind...

The city's laws and regulations are still strict, but under the strictness, they feel unprecedented satisfaction.

More importantly, the lower town in the past could only look up to those high up in the world, and they knew very well that they would never get the opportunity for so-called "promotion" in their lifetime.

All that money, power, and channels are firmly controlled by a few people.

But even so, they still have to fight hard and seize every opportunity they can - not to make their lives better, but to survive.

But now, everything is different.

They used to be sewer rats, but now, as soon as they get home and open the door, there will be someone standing at the door handing them a warm towel, helping them change clothes, and hot meals will already be placed on the table.

They began to buy foods that they had not dared to even look at before and tried more entertainment activities. Of course, corruption and desire also grew accordingly.

They are no longer at the bottom of the society. The existence of slaves has greatly accelerated the development of Paradise City and allowed the former ordinary residents to begin to appreciate the charm of the so-called "power".

Except for the slaves, the natives of Paradise City are extremely satisfied with their current lives and they feel fulfilled.

Of course, mere enrichment is not enough. They also deeply understand that the reason why Paradise City and they can be what they are today, in addition to the policies that transcend the world, is due to the most primitive "bloody accumulation".

What if you want better accommodation, better food, and more slaves?
It's simple, just go grab it.

The question arises again. You are just an ordinary person. You have spent half your life without being able to awaken your superpowers. More expensive prostheses only exist in display windows. What should you do?
It’s still very simple, just work hard and help others to grab.

You can't afford a prosthesis, but a day's hard work can replace a part of a prosthesis for a weak person.

You can't awaken superpowers, but the plants you carefully cultivate can create potions that make the Veto powerful.

As long as you are willing to do it, then one out of the hundred slaves snatched by the strong will always belong to you.

When you have accumulated a hundred slaves, you will find that you seem to be becoming a strong person.

All of this has become the consensus of Paradise City.

Humans are meant to eat each other.

In such an atmosphere, various problems naturally arise.

For example, there have been some troubles in the downtown area recently - some people wanted to earn extra income, so they sent their slaves to the Red House to provide them for others to play with at a low price.

But those slaves were different from the residents of Paradise City. They could see hope, but not much.

Despair will eventually accumulate.

But the red house is a place that easily amplifies all kinds of emotions.

Thus, the first slave rebellion in Paradise City broke out. The rioters were the slaves who were sent to the Red House and their relatives.

To call it a riot is not quite appropriate.

The slaves sat in silence at the door of the Red House, trying to attract attention.

Soon, the city defense forces arrived at the scene, along with the new city lord, Ms. Illya.

The new city lord, who was rumored to have ascended to power by using his own body, had a calm expression. After understanding the situation, he called out the boss behind the Red House.

"Paradise City will not ban the flesh trade, but policies have already been issued. Every worker who provides services needs a health certificate and an ID. You are free to put your own slaves on display, but do slaves sent by others have these certificates?"

The boss wiped the sweat from his forehead. The policy had indeed been issued for a while, but... who would treat slaves as human beings?

Illya didn't hesitate: "According to the law, all income during this period will be confiscated, and the net income for three months will be handed over to the city government. I hope no one will come to urge you personally tomorrow."

The boss looked bitter, but still nodded with difficulty.

However, he was still dissatisfied in his heart. Judging from the look of things, did the new city lord intend to protect these slaves?
Illya's punishment was carried out in front of everyone, including the group of slaves who were sitting in silence.

Seeing what the new city lord did, the slaves couldn't help but look up, with a glimmer of light in their eyes.

Illya turned around, looked at all the slaves, and said loudly: "The policy remains unchanged. If you want to escape from slavery, then work hard - I have emphasized this more than once."

The leader of the slaves could not help but say, "Lord City Lord, you say so, but how many people have escaped from slavery during this period? Our dignity has been trampled upon, our rights..."

Illya interrupted him directly, with a strange look on her face: "What did you just say to me?"

"I said……"

Illya interrupted again: "Did you hear correctly, dignity and rights? Haven't you woken up yet?"

She suddenly slammed the metal table beside her, and the loud noise startled everyone.

Illya scolded, "The invasion failed. What you and your rulers did has brought great losses to Paradise City, and everything you are experiencing now is what you deserve! And now, you start talking to me about so-called dignity and so-called rights?"

The slave couldn't help but retort: ​​"But we were not aware of the invasion... Could it be that we can't even get a little mercy?"

Illya nodded naturally: "Of course, there is no such thing as an innocent person among the vested interests. When you are implicated, think about whether the city you originally lived in has ever protected you? Has it ever provided you with the supplies you need to survive?"

"I also send this sentence to the other people in Paradise City - what does it mean to be one?! Do you understand?!"

When the scene was silent but breathing was heavy, Illya raised her head and looked at the group of slaves.

"I am proud to be a part of Paradise City. Once you truly understand this, you will find that the identity of a slave can be removed with just a little effort - you can even own your own slaves."

When these words were spoken, the slaves were stunned, while the people in Paradise City had flames in their eyes.

The mixture of greed and desperation is fascinating.

However, this is not over.

Illya raised her head slightly and looked at the group of slaves who were still standing there in a daze: "Three people, three chances - tell me who organized this event, and I will help you escape from your slavery. Only three people, at most three people, and I -"

She checked the time: "Just five minutes."

hiss……

In the crowd, many people with deep thoughts gasped.

Isn't it rumored that the new city lord rose to the position by selling her body and her beauty?

Apart from what he said before, just this despicable method alone is not something an ordinary person can do - moreover, the city lord's face remained calm, and it was obvious that he was used to doing this.

Illya didn't consider the crowd's comments. She was used to doing things in front of everyone.

Because she was more aware of another point. She did not need to maintain the mystery, dignity, or kindness of the city lord, but she had to represent the majesty of Paradise City.

She doesn't do this for other people to see.

Obviously, Illya's straightforward and despicable means made the slaves curse inwardly.

However, the most nervous people were those who organized the event.

They don't know whether they will be betrayed.

But the answer did not remain blank after five minutes, and someone stood up timidly.

Once the first one appeared, there would immediately be the second, the third, and more.

However, Illya just followed her promise and let the three people who stepped forward first find her side.

Under everyone's gaze, the three men pointed at a few people in the crowd at the same time.

The faces of the leaders who were identified turned pale immediately. They tried to cast resentful eyes on the betrayers. However, the traitors were stripped of their slave shackles and left directly under the cover of the city defense forces.

And what faced them was Illya's gaze.

After a short while, the city lord waved his hand and said, "Anyone who leads the crowd to organize a riot will be killed without mercy."

Those people immediately looked up in disbelief. They had thought that it would be just severe punishment at most, but now... killing without mercy?

They jumped out in defiance and even instigated others.

However, Illya's light words made the other slaves stop.

"I don't mind killing a few more people."

In just a few moments and a few words, the first slave uprising in Paradise City was suppressed in an instant.

The slaves were taken away, and the leaders would be beheaded in a few days.

The rest of the people looked at the city lord with awe, and there was fear in their eyes.

However, in this atmosphere, someone suddenly spoke in a teasing and lazy tone: "The Lord City Lord looks really good and likable."

Do you want to die? !
When these words were spoken, the onlookers all gasped.

The city lord who just killed someone is standing here, and you dare to speak in this tone?

Do you really think that the City Lord doesn't dare to kill people from Paradise City?
The people around turned their heads to see which fool dared to say that.

However, after looking around and not finding the person who was talking, they couldn't help but look at Illya again, wanting to see how angry the city lord would be.

Who would have thought that the city lord suddenly changed.

The city lord, who was so resolute and decisive just now, suddenly started rubbing his hands awkwardly?

Are we blind?

……

"Mr. Sean, this is a summary of all the data about Paradise City during this period of time. I have highlighted the price changes, job changes in the city, and the public security situation in the downtown area that you mentioned earlier. In addition, the relevant data has been input into the device you provided, and you can view it freely."

In the City Lord's Mansion, Illya stood nervously in front of the table, her chest heaving.

Her heavy breathing was clearly audible in the silent space. Even though the new city lord wanted to control her, the more he wanted to control her, the more nervous he became.

It’s nothing, the real owner of Paradise City has returned.

As the new city lord, Illya is growing faster than she imagined.

Before, she couldn't even figure out the simplest data calculations. Now, she can give a speech to hundreds of Paradise City's top leaders without batting an eyelid. The new city lord's authority has begun to develop.

However, although she already had considerable prestige in front of outsiders, when she stood next to Sean, she was like a child whose homework was checked by the teacher. Even her two fingers were twisted together unconsciously.

Fortunately, after a moment, she saw Sean close the book with satisfaction.

"Well done, Illya, you gave me a surprise." Sean did not hesitate to praise.

Illya's expression brightened, and her face turned red visibly.

"I'm just doing the simplest finishing work. Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Sean!"

Sean waved his hand: "No need to be modest, well done is well done."

His praise was sincere, mainly because the way Illya handled the riot just now really impressed him.

Originally, Sean asked Illya to come because he simply liked her. She was pretty on the one hand, but also on the other hand, this girl was just lucky.

Yes, there is nothing else to it, I was just lucky. I met Sean first and Sean liked me, so I decided to be the new city lord.

Sean didn't expect that this seemingly cowardly girl would actually do better and better in the position of city lord after a period of experience.

He had also carefully read the information just now. Illya's summary was very good, and the points he was concerned about were also carefully included. Just by looking at some data, he could tell that the other party was doing it seriously.

Of course, what Sean appreciated most was that Illya had a clear understanding of her position and identity.

She is not here to be the city lord, but to be Sean's subordinate.

Just based on this point, Sean can keep her as the city lord until her death.

As for whether Illya will change in the future, Sean doesn't care.

If it changes, then die and then change to another one.

In this world, even true gods cannot guarantee the purity and durability of human hearts, let alone Sean?
Besides, even if Illya always works hard for Sean, no one can say for sure how long Paradise City can exist.

After briefly dealing with a few recent matters in Paradise City that required his decision-making, Sean stood up and stretched.

Illya on the side asked cautiously: "Have you eaten?"

"No, let's go and have dinner together." Sean suddenly became energetic. With [Dragon Feast] on him, his appetite was indeed great.

Illya was overwhelmed and immediately picked up the phone: "I'll ask someone to prepare it right away..."

Sean stopped her and said, "Don't prepare anything. Let's go around Paradise City. It's a good opportunity. I haven't eaten out for a long time."

"Okay." Illya naturally didn't dare to disobey, but after a moment she couldn't help but whispered, "Do we need to notify Miss Qiong Ying, Director Ran and the others?"

She could ignore the rumors, and Sean could also ignore them, and she also felt that Mr. Sean looked down on her. However, if she really wanted to be alone, it would be better to inform those people...

(End of this chapter)