Chapter 1485 This Is But A Scratch

Chapter 1485 This Is But A Scratch

A harsh mechanical ring jolted Varian out of the darkness.

"Huh? Where? What th—"

His words came to a halt as he noticed a bunch of humanoid and non-humanoid aliens moving around.

He's in a townsquare, in plain white clothes, along with a bunch of others in similar dresses.

Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal bracelets clashing against each other rang and a heavy humanoid, as tall as six meters, stopped in front of them.

With a green skinned body full of grotesque scars and wriggling, festering wounds , the man looked unpleasant. But his scarred and burnt face, obscuring his features entirely, looked even more horrifying and revolting.

There was a thick scent of death on his body, even beyond the so-called blood smell a murderer would give.

This man had killed so many races that he transcended the blood-smell. Even though he might not have killed a person belonging to their race, they felt like he was overflowing with that smell.

With an amused chuckle, the man gave them all a scrutinizing glance before chuckling to himself.

"Welcome to Paradise."

"..."

"..."

"..."

There were sounds of gulping and gasping.

"I am Ingret. The captain of the town's army." He bent down, to reach eye level with the five newcomers, the shortest of them around one meter tall.

"And I have one advice to you all."

The man's eyes were blood red with black veins protruding underneath. As he eyed them like they were a delicate dish, those eyeballs, as big as a soccerball, moved giving off a heavy feeling.

"If you want to survive, don't hesitate."

The breaths grew heavy.

"Kill, rob, betray, manipulate—do everything you can. Or when the time comes and it will, you'll be helpless."

Standing up straight, he let out a loud laughter. "Hohoho, I will see how long your batch is gonna last. If you make it past ten, it'll be the year best."

"...S-Sir Ingrid,"

A thin yellow-skinned man with two waving tentacles on his forehead, raised his voice.

Varian shifted his gaze and looked at the window that's beeping in front of him since he opened his eyes.

[Congratulations!

You were found 20 light years from the central area of my juridiction, floating in space with injuries.

Hm...

I should've handed you to the army for interrogation but nah, it's not fun.

Isn't it better to be in Paradise than in army?

But not every filthy beast can live in a Paradise, right? Right?

So, you pay 100 points every day for survival.

Failing to meet a payment for a day, you would lose a sub-rank.

Failing to meet a payment for three days, you would lose a rank.

When you no longer have any ranks to lose, you lose your life.

Now, now, I'm sure you must be asking, how do you get the merit points, right?

Simple!

Go to the worlds I've created, finish the missions and earn!

So, which are you gonna pick?

Demon Lord vs Hero?

Climbing the Tower?

Dungeons?

Gates?

Oh and I'm also looking for world designers if you're interested. I'm always fascinated by the crazy words in various novels, comics and movies.

If you can design a world that can impress me, well, you can work for me.

Forever.

Pick soon.]

"Ah sh*t, here we go again."

(A/N: It'll be a mini-arc. I'm giving you the choice. What do you want to see?)