When Olga stepped out of the carriage, the rest of the convoy subconsciously avoided it.

Most of them were commoners, and only a few were nobles.

And the real power of this world, in addition to experiencing the outing of life.

When traveling long distances, I basically don't choose to ride a carriage, but more often ride a monster or use a teleportation spell.

Even if you want to take a carriage, it is a private convoy with an escort team, after all, being in a civilian convoy and mixing with a group of civilians is a very low performance for the upper class, so the nobles in this convoy are actually not very mixed.

There is a high probability that they are small nobles who can't afford to raise a team or down-and-out nobles who are in the middle of the road.

Although it is stronger than ordinary people, its actual status is similar to that of a wealthy businessman.

Gods→ large churches, demigods, top-level magnates→ upper-class magnates, ordinary churches, powerful transcendentals, super-rich merchants→ ordinary nobles, big rich merchants, ordinary transcendentals→ rich merchants, commoners, poor people

This is the approximate status chain of this world, originally there was a [slave] class that could cushion the poor to avoid bottoming out, after all, no matter how poor they were, they still had some personal freedom, but since the invasion of the bottomless abyss, that thing is gone, and they are all forcibly requisitioned to the front line to contribute to this society.

It can be said that the slave owners are all bloody.

Forced to change careers on the spot.

Most of those large gladiatorial arenas or slave trading arenas have been converted into large inns and other places today, and only a little bit of the glory of the past can be seen.

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Walking to a relatively secluded place, Olga didn't dislike anything, and directly found a piece of grass and sat down.

It looked like he was resting, but no one noticed that an invisible mist was slowly evaporating from him.

If you take a high-powered microscope or something, you can see that the mist is actually something similar to bacteria.

And they are drifting with the flow of air, far away where they don't know where they are.

According to Orga's setting, they can survive in the air for about two days, and where they can get is purely a matter of luck, which he does not specifically control.

The effect of this bacterium is to produce symptoms similar to those of a cold, fever and difficulty breathing in humans or animals.

The intensity is not high.

Basically, people who are in better health can be immune, even if their health is not good, as long as they take some medicine, it is not a big problem.

It can be said that it is not a serious illness at all.

But Olga didn't care much about that, he wanted this effect.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to greatly weaken the lethality of the plague.

Otherwise, he will go down with a little plague at will, not to mention people, and there may not even be stones left.

Universality and concealment are the main concerns of Olga.

No matter how low the fatality rate is, there will always be unlucky eggs, as long as the base number goes up, then it is still not a small number.

After all, in the modern world, a large number of people still die of high fever every year, let alone this medically lagging world.

Moreover, this is just one type, and he still has dozens of diseases on the R&D schedule, which will be released one after another in the near future.

According to his assumption, as long as these diseases spread to one-tenth of the world, according to the population of this world, and his carefully designed lethality rate, he can harvest about seven figures of souls every year, so it can be said that if he is a native of this world, he can start preparing to become a god if he just packs up.

And this is still an extremely stable long-term income, which is more realistic than the so-called belief in the gods.

After all, where is the mission, he plays biochemistry quickly.

Wouldn't it be nice to work hard at the beginning, and the harvest depends on lying down and waiting!

In the future, if you achieve the ultimate goal, you will successfully embed your disease system into the rules of the multiverse, so that it will evolve into diseases similar to colds, fevers, diarrhea, and organ failure, which are likely to occur automatically as long as there are living beings in any world.

Then the strength of Olga will immediately be able to jump in multiple stages, take charge of the [sickness] in life, old age, sickness, and death, and ascend to the throne of the [Demon Prince].

Although he felt that this thing was too popular because it was too popular, it really attracted people's hatred, and it was easy to be beaten to death halfway.

But as a good demon who makes big deals, Orga still decides to try it without fear of the dangers.

After all, what if it happens?

At the moment, there are two roads in Orga that are the widest.

Pain and Death are both elevators to the top of the food chain.

It stands to reason that if you are more stable, you have a chance to reach the finish line safely.

But that thing is just an expectation, if it really depends on stability, it can succeed, and there won't be so many strong people overturning.

Compared to the guys who didn't even bother to move their butts after millions of years, Olga felt that he couldn't compete with them.

Therefore, these two can only be regarded as guiding lights, and whether they can be successful depends on creation.

In addition to this, Olga does not intend to give up on other aspects of development.

[Blood Flame], [Spell], and [Hand-to-hand Combat], all three of which are directions for him, have their own advantages in frontal combat effectiveness and flexibility, and it can only be said that the path is not as clear as [Death Plague] and [Pain].

And this small problem is not a big obstacle.

After all, he hangs.

If you have enough resources, just close your eyes and add points.

He had to sigh that having a system is easy to do.

Although he didn't know where the upper limit of this evolutionary system was, it was more than enough to meet his needs until now.

As for what the future holds, he doesn't know either.

After all, he is not the only one in this world who will hang up.

Maybe someone is more ruthless than him.

Strictly speaking, the guy who can stand at the top of the multiverse is either congenitally noble and born with everything sacred, or a cheater, and no one succeeds by pure effort.

Because there will always be someone who works harder than you, and the other person may be more talented than you.

If you work hard for 24 hours a day, others use time to make their abilities, and it is not a problem to work hard for 240 hours a day.

There are countless similar cases.

If you want to succeed with this, you can't get in line.

The inheritance memory of Olga clearly points out that a step-by-step guy can't climb up for a lifetime, and if he wants to reach the top, he must either gamble all the way, or he can only hang all the way.

And when the conditions are right, he wants to take the easier one.

After all, it's true to gamble all the way, and it's a bit too lucky.

'Hope everything goes well......'

Looking at the germs that kept drifting into the distance, he thought silently.

Olga's knowledge of the various measures of this world is still very limited.

He can only make up for the loopholes as much as he can.

He wasn't sure what the actual effect would be.

Whether it can hide the surveillance methods of this world is still unknown.

If the plan is seen through, although it will not fall short, the rest of the action will undoubtedly be greatly hindered.