Chapter 23 XXIII

Looking at the description, Kingsley smiled and started shaking his head at his ultimate creation, which came because he was too much of a gamer and even in such a period he was thinking of games.

"I should probably create more of..." Kingsley said to himself, completely ignoring the existence of the people before him, but stopped when he noticed the abnormality in his vision.

There was a holographic screen before him that displayed what seemed like a digital copy of his body. Instantly, Kingsley recognized it as the device's abilities, as it even marks the spot he was once injured in.

Thinking of the injury, Kingsley immediately touched his head but found nothing. He could still feel the presence of the device inside him; after all, he was still very conscious of it for now, but from a third-person perspective, he didn't have any injuries on his body.

"This thing is a real life cheat," he said as he looked at the empty cylinder. He wished he had a group of chemists or alchemists considering his environment that could help him figure out the drug and mass produce it.

Remembering that he had ordered everyone to meet him in the courtyard, Kingsley finally turned his attention to them, but before doing so, he picked up the laptop and started the upload of the information he wanted.

On the screen, a list of categories was displayed for Kingsley to choose from.

[Infrastructure]

[Agriculture]

[Textile]

[Military]...

Without hesitation, Kingsley immediately picked the military category and selected as much as he could from [Weapon Mastery] to [Military Protocols] and uploaded them to his mind. As soon as he did so, he felt a cold feeling in his head as though someone was injecting a gentle but cold stream of water through his brain.

The feeling didn't last long, and as soon as it ended, Kingsley was left with a new set of instincts. For some reason, his body was just telling him the right things to do, so he immediately created a gun holster along with all the other necessary things, then picked one of the pistols and placed it in it as he wore the gun holster. For some reason, he felt complete with it on, but he hoped that this feeling wouldn't last since, as a sensible person, he knew that holding a gun was somewhat dangerous.

He didn't have the training that all military officers received; he just had their instincts and knowledge but none of their training, so he didn't trust himself to be responsible with a gun. As someone once said, "If you give me a gun, I wouldn't want to be safe because I would want to use it."

It simply meant that, with a gun, I would want to put myself in a situation that would require me to use it. A certain country back on Earth was living proof of that, so Kingsley hoped to train himself well enough to not need a gun by his side.

"By the way, System, can I sell food to the other players like in the novels back home?" Kingsley asked when he noticed the food that was piled neatly by the side.

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Yes, all players can trade with each other privately or through the official channel provided by the system, but you cannot trade food you have created yourself.

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"Okay, if I can trade, then I can also donate to the others, right?" Kingsley asked since it made sense that if you could trade, you could also donate to the other players.

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That can also naturally be done.

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"That's all I needed to know, thank you."

"I'm sorry for making you wait... let me get straight to the point." Kingsley apologized for his behavior, which made all of them uncomfortable again.

The Demon Goblins may be newborns, but they still have innate memories that teach them the basics of the world, and that knowledge states that people of a higher position or standing never apologize to their subordinates unless it's a very special matter that may lead to a revolt or something similar, but their lord was apologizing just for making them wait.

"Viktor and Hestia, please come up. I want your help in this."

"My Lord?" Viktor asked as he approached Kingsley.

"Your jobs are simple; call your subordinates one by one to come up, then you place this on their foreheads, and Hestia carefully injects them with this; you got that?" Kingsley then raised his head to look at the people he was talking about.

Realizing that even Viktor and Hestia were just as confused as the Demon Goblins were, he decided to simply show them what he meant.

"Okay, it's simple, you do this," Kingsley said, then picked up one of the transmitters and placed it on the forehead of the completely unprepared Viktor.

The device immediately activated and started drilling its way into Victor's skull. Looking at it from a different perspective, Kingsley now understood why it was so painful, but he didn't allow it to distract him.

"Argghh!!" Viktor immediately started screaming in pain but soon stopped as Kingsley injected the aspirin into him.

"Wow?" Viktor said with a surprised look on his face as to how the pain vanished, while Kingsley simply continued looking on as he watched the wound, which closed on its own as though it were some slime or something of that nature.

"It will hurt, but don't worry; with the aspirin in hand, you will be healed quickly," Kingsley said as he returned to his senses.

He could have created anaesthesia to get rid of the pain entirely, but he was afraid that it would make the person numb for several hours or have an even more outrageous effect that wouldn't be as productive as needed.

"Why are we doing that?" Hestia asked

"You will find out soon; just do as I say for now," Kingsley said, and immediately they both started working.