Evil Relics

Although Spirit Candle had announced its nonstop update in advance, it would still be some time before it arrived.

And during that time, Rogue still had plenty to do.

First, he needed to make bodies for the souls he had fished out of the Gathering Place.

Fortunately, he would not need to worry about what came next. He could leave the teaching to Nonia, and once they were done, they could get to work... They could not just sit around eating for free.

And the next matter was...

"Great..."

The moment Gairo saw the azure gleam before him, joy rose in his heart. He was just about to step forward excitedly and pledge his loyalty when several prison pillars suddenly dropped from above, trapping him firmly within the narrow seabed.

Rogue gave Him an indifferent glance.

"From now on, your job is to produce those soft-bodied subordinates at full capacity in these waters. Fuel will be supplied regularly."

Upon hearing Rogue's words, Gairo went cold all over.

The other party really intended to make Him endlessly provide soft-bodied subordinates, turning Him into a heartless production machine!

How could that be acceptable?!

He was an Evil God!

Would He not be more useful doing anything else than this?

"N-No... Lord Candlefire! Great Candlefire, you cannot treat me like this... I have other uses! I can become your subordinate, serve you faithfully, brave fire and water for you, and—"

Halfway through speaking, Gairo saw Rogue's icy gaze and immediately swallowed the rest of his words, falling silent.

"If you refuse, you have another choice."

"Death."

Rogue could not be bothered to waste words on Him.

If Candlefire's analysis had not revealed that making Soft Slime Balls itself cost more than having Gairo produce them directly, and if the players had not been