Episode 290 Power inflation (8)
Inflation.
monetary expansion. A phenomenon in which there is too much money and its value decreases.
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Balloons floated all at once in major central areas, including the Imperial Capital.
The large balloons rose toward the sky at the same time and were soon burst due to pressure differences or other external factors.
And the things inside the balloon pour down to the ground.
It was ‘money’ such as bills or gold coins.
As a result of a huge amount of money being released to the imperial capital, citizens developed distrust of money.
“Bills? I don’t take them. We’d rather barter them.”
“How do I know if this gold coin is real or fake? I can’t accept deposits for the time being.”
“Oh, I liked that I was hit with money, but I didn’t like this.”
“I guess I should use bills as firewood and gold coins as weights.”
“Isn’t this going to ruin the country?”
There was a phenomenon of food hoarding, and no one would trade necessities for money.
And there were two eyes watching this huge mess.
“……Is it okay for the director of the Bureau of Currency Production to do this?”
The green-blonde beauty Sindi Wendy. A middle-aged man with brown hair is standing where she looks intriguedly.
Damian, the bourgeois. He is the head of the Empire’s Money Maker.
The two of them were watching the money scattered all over the ecliptic from atop a high tower.
A huge amount of counterfeit money. It is impossible to determine the authenticity with the naked eye.
It was a work that Director Damien put all his heart and soul into.
The role of distributing and distributing the counterfeit money throughout the empire was handled by Xindi Wendy, a master of logistics and distribution.
Damian said softly.
“If you’re digging a grave, dig two. My brother’s and mine.”
“That’s a good attitude. Has the knife been sharpened for a long time?”
“It’s been a long time since I had a vengeance against my family. I would have thought it would be done by borrowing someone else’s hands.”
“…I’m in a similar situation, so I can sympathize with you.”
Sin D Wendy and Damian. They both joined hands with the Hounds of the Night because they both wanted revenge.
“We both joined hands with a scary man.”
The two had very similar opinions.
Patter- Patter- Patter- Whiiying-
A shower of gold coins pouring down in the distance The wind of banknotes swaying.
Damian frowned as he was hit by the raindrops of falling gold coins.
“A counterfeit gold coin looks no different from the real one, but it is cast with fake metal, so it is noticeably lighter in weight. Even if you get hit by a gold coin falling from a high place, it won’t hurt much. If you hold it in your hand, you can tell right away. It might be difficult to tell them apart if they mix.”
“Then bills? Bills are originally light. They look the same.”
“Both counterfeit money and counterfeit gold coins are dyed with magic dye, so they will lose their color on their own after two hours.
Damian’s words
The counterfeit money that is being sprayed on the ecliptic automatically turns into garbage after 2 hours.
But at least for those two hours, the Empire’s prices would be a mess.
Distrust in non-convertible currency will make the citizens of the empire interested in real things, not money, and naturally, greed and longing for ‘money’ itself will disappear.
Sindi Wendy asked.
“But. What’s the point of dropping the value of a currency close to zero in just two hours?”
“Two hours. That’s enough time to decide the fate of a world. Of course it’s too much for ordinary people like us.”
Damian rubbed his chin. And he answered in a low voice.
“…To a certain non-criminal who is risking his life right now to fight.”
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Belial was shocked.
[Don’t be ridiculous! Why is recovery getting slower and slower!?]
No matter how much money I suck, my health doesn’t recover.
money. human greed. the value it imparts.
There must have been something wrong with these cycles.
[There’s no way humans don’t want money!? Their greed knows no bounds! But why…!]
Belial seemed confused.
It was only natural that I had never done anything that was impossible with money.
however.
“Gold is not omnipotent.”
Bikir said, taking a step forward.
After that, the words ‘for at least two hours’ were omitted.
There was not much time left before the safe was opened.
In the meantime, the numerous gold and silver treasures in the safe will gradually lose their value.
‘The entire empire is filled with distrust of currency, and now the world has become an era of barter.’
Then the money piled up like a mountain here is meaningless.
Of course, it was only a short happening, but it had a great meaning to Bikir.
…Sparkle!
Büncheon’s eight teeth, strengthened by divine power, viciously roared through Belial’s body.
Dolores was constantly sending buffs behind Vikir’s back.
“Lunians are free lords of all things and subject to no one (Lunianus homo omnium dominus est liberrismus nulli subiectus)! )!”
The souls of two men and women who have lived different lives resonate.
Vikir generously exploded the sword master’s unique power.
Baskerville 8 meals. The high-speed spinning aura of the Sword Master Intermediate slashes and cuts everything it touches.
iron man’s body. superhuman spirit.
The body that had been trained to the limit was loaded like a taut bowstring.
Muscle fibers all over the body bristle like thorns and seem to tear through the skin.
The pupils sharpened, seizing the extreme point to strike the final blow.
A sharp and heavy killing blow aimed straight ahead is shot forward, supported by only one big toe.
And soon, a slash that drives the world apart!
Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwam!
Belial, swept away by the storm of aura, howled as her whole body was shaved and smashed.
yet.
Bikir stood in awe in front of Belial.
The body of Bartolomeo, who was the host, was already bruised, and the main body of Belial, who was incarnated on it, was also a disastrous figure.
One of the thick horns was broken, and the other one also had a lot of cracks.
Black blood was oozing out from all over the disgustingly fat pig’s head.
“Make your neck longer.”
Bikir never let go of the victory he had once caught.
The fangs of a demon hunter that bite mercilessly into the demon’s throat.
The hound bites and kills the pig. It was a very natural sight.
……but.
[Ghahahahaha!]
Belial burst into laughter at the last moment.
Seeing his big pig nose twitch, Bikir narrowed his eyes.
“What’s funny?”
[It’s because I’m looking forward to seeing your facial expressions soon to be horribly distorted.]
After finishing her words, Belial opened her mouth wide.
Then, black smoke began to pour out of his mouth.
Dekarabia on Vikir’s chest spoke in a low voice.
[That’s his last ability, ‘Oppression’.]
“What ability is that?”
[…]
After hesitating for a while, Dekarabia told the truth.
[This is the ability to make the person who killed him pay the corresponding penalty.]
[That’s right! Whoever kills me will die!]
Belial agreed.
He rolled his lard-glazed eyes and looked back and forth between Bikir and Dolores.
[Whoever killed me will die. I will take you with me. The remaining one must be very sad, right? Because I lost a colleague.]
“…”
[Ghahaha! Who will pay for the crime of killing me!]
Then Dolores said coldly.
“Why is it a sin to kill the devil? If it is a sin, I will kill you and pay for it.”
[Keuk-Keuk-Didn’t the doctrine of runes say that demons are also creations of runes, and that all killing among creatures is a sin? Can you really be sure?]
Belial’s pig nose twitched.
There was some confusion on Dolores’ face.
Right then.
“Don’t play with the devil’s tongue.”
Bikir’s sword cut Belial’s throat in an instant.
…Fuck!
Black blood gushed out like a fountain.
Belial rolled her eyes in disbelief.
[How can there be no slight movement? Me, on my tongue… This guy… Aren’t you afraid of sin…?]
But Bikir didn’t care at all.
and.
…widely!
Something was put on Belial’s forehead.
A piece of paper stained with black blood.
Belial’s expression contorted with despair when he realized what it was.
< Indulgence >
‘I forgive all the sins of this faithful church member.’
– This indulgence was issued and guaranteed by the Old Testament sect, and forgery can be punished –
㊞
At that moment, a scene from the past was appearing in front of Belial’s eyes.
A memory of one of the innumerable family members.
‘If I can repent of my past sins, can I repent of my future sins in advance?’
‘…but how grievous is it that you are looking for such an expensive indulgence?’
‘I think I’m going to kill one of the neighbors’ pigs.’
‘okay. I’m giving it to you because I’m proud to have come this far with the life of a pig.’
Tangerang-
‘Yes, you have repented~’
It was an indulgence that Bikir had purchased in the Old Testament temple, and the price was only 1 gold.
[……Oh no.]
Belial. A great demon who descended to destroy mankind.
The life of an absolute being who monopolized all the wealth of the human world was replaced with an indulgence worth a single gold coin.
“It’s over. ‘Unworthy’.”
Bikir said briefly.
And the demonic sword, Baalzebub, drew a shorter trajectory than that.
…Fuck!
It was the moment the head of the sixth demon fell.
HAHAHAHA. This is so funny. 🤣