Noble hasn't changed at all.

One of the greatest cities in Kathmani, located near the Eastern Mountains and the fallen Republic of Harmony, Nobleco escaped the horrors of the war of the century and became a refugee center. From orcs to northern elves, those who fled from their evil ancestors established their homes there, established new regions, and brought their culture with them. To the outsider, Noble looks like a hodgepodge of various buildings, a beast camp adjacent to an elegant manor; Somehow, however, the end result looks harmonious.

Vidot Dowton, Lord of Silent Grove and Winkel's greatest servant, hadn't been to Nightblade's headquarters in years, but he still had a sense of intimacy with the place. This ancient manor, with its basement leading to a tunnel that winds through the city, has an elegant charm that he cannot fully describe.

When the dice god reincarnated him, only a thief took him in in the war-torn village of Gadmani; At the expense of joining them. They taught him how to take lessons, turned him into a (outlaw), and then introduced them to a larger, more evil parent organization; Nightblade Crime Group. While the group is primarily engaged in assassinations, it has dabbled in every illegal activity; Through corruption, blackmail, and threats, they turned the city of Noble into their fortress.

After realizing that staying in the organization meant getting further into a very bad crowd, claimed to quit and reverted to being an adventurer. Lucy Lavelle hadn't taken over the Syndicate at that time, at least Victor didn't know. This vampire turned the politically neutral cartel into a weapon for his predecessor, first against Gadmani and later against the Whisperers. Lave

e and most of her followers died in the struggle, leaving the victor to clean up the mess she left behind.

Think about it, due to a twist of fate, he will end up taking over the company he left behind.

Or rather, it's what he thinks will happen.

"Then let me get things straight," the prime minister began. "You decided to create a union?"

He and his assistant, the vampire Charlene (Cha

le

e) Sitting around a large table, facing a dozen heavily armed masked assassins; Most of them are rats, rat-human hybrids, humans, or vampires. Only one very young lizard, with brown scales and claws sharper than a razor, stood out from the rest. It was dark outside, the candles had little light, and the meeting was like a hazy cult rally. This is indeed the case.

"Because of the collapse of the previous government, and the great change that came with it," said a woman wearing a headscarf, holding a crossbow in her hand. "We decided to organize in order to stay afloat in the event of layoffs."

"Do you mean that our army has killed all the Assassins you sent to hunt us down?" Victor asked for an explanation.

"We have abandoned the previous administration," replied the assassin, in a tone reminiscent of the PR spokesman for the White House Chief of Staff. "We turned our coat in the right direction. However, in order to protect ourselves and promote gender equality, we have formed a Mixed Gender Commission to represent our profession. We will not dissolve until our demands are met. ”

Since she said so, Victor noticed that they had an equal number of women and men with knives pointed at him. Not that they were level enough to threaten him, as he was dressed in full armor and armed with a deadly scythe and bazooka, about 20 levels above the second strongest man in the room. "What is this?"

"We want higher wages, job security, a retirement plan instead of a 'river retirement' plan, and a severance pay instead of the current 'physical severance' plan."

"Job security." Victor repeated. "You're a criminal. By definition, you are not covered by the law. ”

"This does not preclude a charter. Theft is a very dangerous activity, and we want to shorten working hours and provide better pensions for those older killers because they are not as good at killing in their old age as they were when they were younger. If our demands are not met, we are ready for a nationwide strike. ”

Strike?" Like, aren't you going to kill people anymore?"

"Yes! The representative replied that Victor was speechless. "Until we improve the working conditions of the criminal class, we will stop killing, no more stealing, no more running prostitution rings, no more distributing drugs to minors!"

．．．

"How did Lavery manage before me?" Victor asked coldly.

"She singled out the 'stupidest' among us and killed them to make an example of the monkeys," replied one ratkin.

I'm beginning to understand why, the minister thought.

Charlene must have read his mind. "To be fair, you and Your Majesty killed, imprisoned or sent to the moon all the capable people during the Laville attack," she said. "Leave only ...... They. ”

"To the moon?" An assassin whistled and said. "Is this a new slang term for executions?" I don't know!"

"No, the right one is 'chocolateization,'" Charlene corrected.

"Hmm...... The first one sounds better. ”

Victor turned to Shalene, who leaned close to her ear to listen. "Are they serious? He muttered, and his assistant nodded. "What do you suggest?"

"First of all, it's a good wash." Her newfound vampire identity transforms the once-chubby, slightly overweight blonde secretary and Victor's rational voice into a skinny, unnaturally pale model; But it also apparently made her more ruthless. "Not the bloody kind, although this is my first choice if the death courtiers don't beg for mercy, but we can easily replace them with obedient minions."

"I will not send minions abroad to replace criminals," Victor replied. The only reason he agreed to take over that organization was to prevent those predecessors from taking advantage of them. At worst, he will disband them instead of wasting resources.

"We're ready to hold out for months," the main spokesman threatened.

"Don't listen to them, sir." The young lizard interrupted him. He distanced himself from others and refused to form a united front with his companions. "They're just lazy and never do anything meaningful. I can still work!"

"What, do you really need blood money?" Victor asked.

"Oh no, I just like to kill," he replied gleefully, and the other assassins booed his eagerness to impress the authorities. "I did it for free before Aunt Saules told me I could make it a career."

The prime minister sat down in his chair and found the teenager's cheeky smile far more disturbing than a crowd of thugs demanding a raise. "Are you...... Botetsu, right?" Victor asked, he remembered Savou a few months ago

Euse mentioned her nephew.

The little lizard looked up and looked at Victor with cute eyes, in stark contrast to what he said next. "Your boss is an absolute dictator, right?" Are you going to shut up your political opponents? Or maybe a newspaper that needs a "friendly visit"? Or do you want to reduce poverty by eradicating homelessness? I'm working on expanding my resume, so as long as it's not someone I know, I'm looking forward to any opportunity to improve!"

Is this true? He sounded serious. "We, well, we enjoy tremendous popularity in our country," Victor said, accusing Winkel of ridiculous charm. "Our citizens love us."

"If not an enemy of the state, maybe a prostitute?" Poti

o

Asked. "I have no professional experience in this field, but I learn fast!" If you need to demonstrate-"

"I'll think about it!" Victor hastened to say before the madman could do it. "As for the rest of you......"

"In the face of intimidation tactics, we will not budge," the spokesman warned. "We are ready to die for better rights!"

"Then you'll be sure to enjoy our official Minion medical care." Victor replied. "You'll get a stable job, a higher salary, and even magical aid."

"As Mu

mu

i

of formal subordinates, you are entitled to a tenth of the profits you earn, which is a higher tax rate than you used to have," Charlene said. "When you die, you can receive a pension as a ghost or in another vertical plane of your choice, as well as universal free medical care, education, free promotions, ......"

Victor watched the Assassins exchange glances, and his assistant detailed an impressive list of benefits they would receive by signing a contract with the Empire; This is in stark contrast to the more draconian system of Kadmani. All the work over the past few months has paid off.

As the Po Tielong applauded, the other Assassins exchanged opinions with each other until the main speech came. "You're not what we imagined."

"Of course," Victor said.

"Well, maybe we can talk about something else—"

"The emperor is a dragon, and he is known for eating qualified servants and enemies. He only listens to me. Victor put his fingers together, struck a calculating pose, and decided not to give them a stick. I am also very, very kind to the supreme authority in hell, and now renamed the Land of Happiness, I use my scythe to capture souls to strengthen myself. ”

The charm test is successful! You remind the toilers of the food chain!

"Now, knowing this, do you have any other, other requirements?"

“… No, sir. One of the Assassins replied for the rest of the strikers.

"Great," said Victor, "Charlene will take over your job until your organization is reorganized." You are now a branch of the Gollum Empire, and everything you do will benefit it in some way. Did I make that clear?"

"Yes, sir!" Potillon exclaimed, and others followed suit.

"Charlene will be in charge of managing the transition," Victor said. "She will be my main representative, and you are to obey her as you obey me. With all due respect, I am the prophet of your God, and she is my apostle. Don't let her tell you about the Old Testament. ”

"The Old Testament? The lead assassin repeated. "Is this the new slang?"

Victor sighed in despair, and sent the assassin away. Only Botie remained behind. "Sir,"

"You're going to get an internship at Murmur Grove." The minister replied, "If only you could keep an eye on the devil." "With your aunt."

"Cool! Practical experience!"

The minister sighed, and was finally alone with Charlene. "So, what do you think of this promotion?" Victor asked his assistant.

"I'll get used to it," Charlene replied. "It's definitely a step forward in my career."

The thought that they had gone the wrong way in the first place made it seem that Victor and Winkel had known each other for a long time.

"They have a large number of stolen crowns that we can redistribute to our minions," Shalene continued her report. Along with Victor's own [Muk Ascension] perks, this will greatly help build an army to destroy the Orcs. "You've also inherited Laverly's cat."

Victor nodded, realizing what she had just said, and he froze. "A cat?"

Five minutes later, Charlene almost threw a fluffy white cat in front of him. Victor glanced at the animal, which also stared at him with curious eyes.

"What is this, man with wings?" The cat screamed. "Are you my new pet?"

Victor looked at Shalene, who clearly didn't understand. He quickly understood the truth.

He can understand any monster.

"I am Felix IV, king of the world, king of cats, predator of milk. You can call me a kitten, though. "The cat was lying on its back with its belly exposed." Now you're going to touch me, Manlin. You're going to scratch the back of my ears and my soft belly. But not more than five minutes at a time, or I will punish you with my claws. ”

"yes, I don't have time-"

"I'm a cat." The beast cheekily interrupted him. "You're my servant now."

Victor had a terrible impression. "No," he said, his plate already filled with a colorful megalomaniac. "Nope."

"Look at me. Look at me, Manlin!" The white cat glared at him with an imperious gaze. "I'm the best thing you've ever met!" Your God exists, and He has a beard!"

"No, nothing to impress." Victor replied, only that at the moment he least expected, the cursed animal jumped on his legs.

"You should clean yourself up, you smell like a dog-loving peasant!" But your legs are warm, so I'm going to get some sleep and make them warmer. And just like that, the cat curled up on his lap and fell asleep, as if it had taken over Victor's leg.

The minister was not amused, grabbed him by the collar, stood up, and opened a window with his other hand. "I already have a partner."

"Wait, wait, Minions, what are you doing—" Victor threw the cat outside, then closed the window.

"You threw away a cat," Charlene looked at him with disapproval. "Do you want to know why your karma is negative?"

Victor shrugged and leaned back in his chair. The longer he grows, the less he cares.

Final warning: Will you merge your [Chancellor] and [Assassin] classes into the [Moriarty] class?

If you refuse, you will continue to level up in both classes.

Ah, really. He almost forgot about that. Ever since he first entered the level, he despised [the Assassins], and Victor immediately sacrificed them.

Select Sign Up! Your [Assassin] and [Chancellor] ranks are converted to [Moriarty] ranks. [Assassin] and [Chancellor] are no longer accessible.

[Is-No-Good] was taken by [Sca

let study] instead: You can assign a willing accomplice to your [Mo

ia

ty] "crime tokens" of equal rank; Through mental concentration, you can telepathize to one of them. Your ally must be on the same plane as you in order to be contacted, although this will not remove the token.

[Blade Sti

ge

] was [Fi

al P

oblem] supersedes: Every 24 hours, if your HP will drop to zero, you will survive with 1 HP. You can convince your killer that you're really dead when you pass the skill check; It's an [illusion] effect.

[Fork Tongue] is replaced by [Demon Master]: Whenever you are confronted with a criminal, often illegal, or morally reprehensible situation, you gain a bonus equal to half of your intelligence attributes.

Now that Victor is officially an evil mastermind, he turns to the last item on his agenda.

Death Joker's Scholarship Acceptance Letter.

Except what Kia told him, Victo

Not much is known about this institution. His predecessor, Lucie Lave

e) had been trained there and had been given a book of soul-stealing magic for his brutal work. In fact, she may have turned into a vampire there.

It's not that he thinks he should participate, it's that curiosity overwhelms him. He might as well get to know the place in case he and Winkel need to close it.

As soon as he opened it, the contents of the letter jumped out of the box and landed on the table, and a cheerful, mischievous voice came from inside.

"Have you ever wanted to beat a level in the 'evil' class without being oppressed by self-righteous adventurers? The voice asked, but didn't give Victor time to answer, "Have you ever dreamed of delving into forbidden knowledge without being judged?" Socially motivated people who understand your ambitions? Or maybe you attended a seminar on dictatorship and you want to learn more about peasant oppression? Then look no further!"

The ink of the letter took the shape of an ominous castle in the middle of the lake.

"Academic universities are the answer!" Created by the Horror Trio, the Scholar is the school of choice for aspiring lords, necromancers, and crime plotters of level 40 and above! Our alumni include celebrities such as masked mages, Ge

Ociboy, or the Bloody Duchess! To be the best of the best in just seven years—"

"Seven years?" Victor interrupted the presentation. "I can't be absent for seven years!"

"Yes, I'm afraid that without you, the empire will collapse in less than a day," Charlene lamented.

"In Scholoma

CE, times are different, thanks to one of our generous sponsors, Akhnapepfa Elder!" The letter goes on to say that Victor noticed the cat clutching at the window frantically, "A day outside is equal to a year inside." "Completed the whole course in one week! Further develop your expertise without impacting your existing business!"

Realizing that he was asking the question as if he had already considered attending, the minister shut his mouth and let the letter finish.

"Only ten students are allowed into the school and they will stay there until graduation!" Students who give farewell speeches will enter the Elite (Weathe

make

Spellcaster class, but the fool will stay at the school and be the next headmaster! Do you have what it takes to be the best version of yourself in the dark?"

“[Weathe

make

] ?” Victor frowned curiously. "Tell me more about—"

"Minions! Minions!"

Victor feels Wink's special treatment teleports him to the other side of the world, to the Gollum market.

Minions, we must save El Dorado, Van Kerr shouted at Victor with a mad gaze. The minister fell to the ground in astonishment and crawled back, only to be stopped by a carriage. "We have to do it!"

"W-what?" Victor panicked, and his dragon friend had a look of fear on his face, casting a shadow over him. Lavery stood up? Akhe

apep ?”

"We must save El Dorado from Furiphon!" The dragon kept talking paranoid nonsense. "Moon, it's him!" He's behind it! Everything!"