The Saint Wants to Rest - Chapter 77.2
As Yoon Tae-gyeom swiped to the next screen on the tablet, a flood of real-time reactions became visible.
Is this for real? Did you see the human skin ripping apart and that monster jumping out? Shivers. I heard that badge glowing on the Hunter’s chest was from the Order of Regnasia? Seeing the demon’s true form appear the moment that light hit it is chilling. But they say those are only being distributed to Hunters first, lol. Isn’t that insane? It’s basically telling ordinary people like us to just die, lol. Is the government even doing its job? I’m so scared I’m going crazy. Where do they sell those badges? If there’s a black market, please let me know. Please, someone open a group buy… I’ll offer up my whole wallet. After seeing the news, I’m too terrified to even open my front door.
Due to the horrific mimicry video leaked from Russia, the public’s fear had already reached its breaking point.
The anxiety caused by the distrust that one’s own family or neighbors might be monsters. In that hell, the badge that revealed the identity of the Demon King’s Army was the only salvation and light for the people.
Initially, Ian’s plan was to prioritize releasing the badges only to the Awakened who risked their lives on the front lines of the Gates, ensuring their safety. If they fell, the general public would be slaughtered anyway.
However, the citizens’ reaction far exceeded Ian’s modest expectations. Currently, the areas in front of the Stigma Guild headquarters and the temporary building of the Priests of Regnasia were teeming with crowds of people wailing and begging to be sold a badge.
The Order’s website server crashed dozens of times a day due to the surge in traffic, and posts offering to buy badges issued to Hunters for millions or even tens of millions of won appeared one after another.
“We aren’t in a position to only look after the Awakened. The public is on the verge of rioting.”
In the face of this massive and explosive tsunami of demand, the one who moved most nimbly was, as expected, the incarnation of capitalism, Alexander.
“Hahahaha! Saint! This is a massive hit!”
Alexander walked in with a boisterous laugh.
“With this kind of reaction domestically, the situation overseas is as clear as day. As of yesterday, I’ve acquired additional factories and put them into full operation!”
Alexander looked extremely happy, as he had already been promised a percentage of the profits.
“Of course, it will require the effort of the Saint to personally bestow blessings on each one. Requests for bulk purchases from various governments are flooding in like crazy as well.”
“But isn’t it a bit expensive considering it only lasts for two weeks?”
The Divine Power Ian imbued was not permanent; it had a spiteful expiration date of two weeks. Once two weeks passed, it became an ordinary piece of metal that had lost its light, so to survive, one had to constantly buy new badges or pay regular offerings to the Order to recharge the Divine Power.
“It’s fine! Lives are on the line. The Awakened can afford to pay this much. For those who can’t, the state can support them with tax money. More importantly, haven’t the funds to expand the Order to a global scale been secured in an instant? You must be pleased!”
Ian shrugged his shoulders.
Certainly, this extremely capitalistic and crafty subscription system was bringing enormous wealth and absolute power to the Order of Regnasia (she/her) in real-time.
‘It does make me tired, though.’
Ian sighed, closing his eyes as he imagined his future where he would have to breathe miracles into hundreds of thousands of badges. Vermouth, who was standing silently beside him, gently massaged Ian’s shoulders with his large, warm hands.
However, when the scent of honey spreads, hungry and greedy insects are bound to gather.
Yes, someone like this man, for example.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Ian. I am Park Gi-tae from the Special Materials Management Team of the Hunter Management Bureau.”
A middle-aged man, dressed in a high-end custom suit with his hair slicked back with grease, sat on the sofa with an air of self-importance. Behind his back, bodyguards stood like a folding screen, exuding an intimidating aura.
Ian sat on the opposite sofa with his legs crossed, staring at Park Gi-tae with eyes that had turned cold. Vermouth stood behind him as always, watching the uninvited guest.
He had already discussed handling matters related to Management Bureau transactions through Yoon Tae-gyeom, yet this man had arrived suddenly without an appointment. It seemed he had forced his way in, knowing that Ian had been declining most meetings recently.
“Tsk.”
Normally, they should have been stopped at the entrance, but the Order still lacked sufficient personnel. His hyung kept offering to help, but he couldn’t keep receiving help from Stigma forever. Ian did not want to eat away at his brother’s reputation because of this.
Because this was not a matter for the Stigma Guild.
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