Chapter 282 - 226: Devils Make Great Workhorses (Part 2)

Chapter 282: Chapter 226: Devils Make Great Workhorses (Part 2)

He knew the capacity of the Divine Remains was tied to the amount of Power of Faith, but even the Red Middle Divine Remains had been larger than this in its infancy.

’Could this be why the first Lord of Hell was called a Demigod? Was he just weaker than other gods?’

But it was fine. The current capacity should be enough to transfer a few Magic models. Once the Devils of Hell expanded this set of Divine Remains’ capacity with their faith, it wouldn’t be too late to copy over a large number of Magic spells.

"No problem. It can be used as a server. As long as you’re careful not to let it get destroyed, Hell will have a smooth network before long."

Zog withdrew his claw and said to Asmodis.

"Excellent! That’s wonderful news." The Lord of Hell’s face broke into a wide, happy smile.

Zog felt conflicted. ’Should I charge a network fee?’

The network on the Continent was free to use, as the operational costs were negligible. There was no need to lay cables, build base stations, or hire many staff.

Revenue came from in-network purchases for various features, as well as from Ordinary people buying devices to get online.

But Hell had no Ordinary inhabitants. All Devils had Casting abilities and could learn Illusion Mimicry, so they didn’t need to buy devices to get online.

Secondly, Hell was full of broke Devils. Malshem might be large, but it barely qualified as a major city. The economy was terrible.

Of the welcoming crowd lining the road just now, the majority of Devils were naked.

Physiologically, Devils didn’t need clothes. But judging from Asmodis and the city hall staff, Devils who could afford them would still buy and wear them.

So it wasn’t hard to deduce from the welcoming crowd that nine times out of ten, the Devils were all broke.

They had absolutely no money to spend on any of the network’s features.

’So what am I supposed to earn from this? Am I running a charity?’

"It would be difficult for Hell to pay you for improving the network," Asmodis said just then.

Zog’s expression twitched slightly. ’You just had to bring that up, didn’t you!’

"However, we would never let a friend of Hell give their services for free."

Zog didn’t reply. ’A friend of Hell? Is he trying to butter me up with flattery?’

’Does he think I can be swayed by a few pretty words?’

He was just about to refuse, or at least negotiate terms.

Asmodis continued, "So we can provide labor to offset these costs. I’ve heard that your Group’s factories require a large labor force, and these jobs don’t require much knowledge or skill, just physical stamina and energy."

"Zog Group isn’t that short on labor."

Because of its outstanding factory benefits, Zog Group never had a shortage of applicants when recruiting.

"Our labor is free."

"It’s meant to offset the network fees anyway."

Zog was unimpressed.

"Our laborers can work 18 hours a day."

"I’m not that kind of Dragon."

Many factories on the Continent had work shifts longer than ten hours. Zog figured Zog could do that too.

"They won’t complain, can work continuously without holidays, won’t suffer from mental problems, and are always full of energy. They only need to be fed, and they can live on garbage."

"Interesting."

Zog’s attitude changed abruptly.

Although he didn’t support exploiting employees, he wouldn’t refuse employees who insisted on being exploited.

"So what exactly can you offer?"

"Inferior Demons," Asmodis replied.

"Inferior Demons? Aren’t those the lowest-tier Devils?"

Zog knew about this type of Devil. Their intelligence was ridiculously low, dumber than even goblins before they embraced science.

Factory work didn’t require much intelligence, true, but it wasn’t *that* simple. Not ’Inferior Demon’ simple.

They—or perhaps ’it’ would be more appropriate—would still be drooling after several years of schooling.

Their physiques were also terrible. In a one-on-one fight, they couldn’t even beat a healthy adult Human male.

They didn’t seem like the type who could work 18 hours a day.

’Though the part about living on garbage was probably true.’

"Yes, Inferior Demons. But the Inferior Demons of today are probably different from the ones you remember."

Asmodis snapped his fingers. A Teleportation Array appeared, and an Inferior Demon was teleported out.

Zog sniffed disdainfully. It was still the familiar scent of weakness. It looked slightly more robust than the old Inferior Demons, but the difference wasn’t significant.

’It probably still couldn’t beat a reasonably strong adult Human male.’

"What’s so different?"

"After changing our racial strategy for wars to conquer other planes, we began selectively breeding and cultivating a large batch of Inferior Demons."

"You guys figured out the theory of evolution?"

"The theory of evolution? What’s that? I remember that concept from the ’Digimon’ you released."

"Alright, so you didn’t." Zog hadn’t expected the Devils to stumble upon selective breeding by accident.

But the fact that they’d perform selective breeding on Inferior Demons showed that most High Tier Devils didn’t even consider this lowest tier of Devil to be one of them.

"Unlike before, when we selected the most fearless and craziest Inferior Demons to serve in wars."

Zog got it. ’So the old Inferior Demons were specifically selected to be fools. "Fearless" is a good word, but "crazily fearless" probably just meant they were brain-damaged.’

"The ones we breed now are smarter and more agile. While this batch of Inferior Demons isn’t as warlike, they can handle more complex jobs. Follow me."

Asmodis led Zog to the castle’s basement level.

The summoned Inferior Demon followed behind them.

The basement level was a place similar to a document distribution center.

All the workers here were Inferior Demons, moving quickly and orderly, checking the origin of massive piles of documents, the destination office, and sorting them for delivery.

Zog watched for a while. ’If they can handle this, they’ll have no problem being carbon-based robots on an assembly line.’

"This Inferior Demon is the foreman of this floor," Asmodis said, introducing the one behind him.

"Have them prioritize the documents sent from the second level of Hell," the Lord of Hell ordered the Inferior Demon.

The foreman Inferior Demon acted immediately, muttering indistinctly. The Inferior Demons on the entire floor heard the command, gathered in one area, and accelerated the sorting of a pile of documents.

The command must have been in some form of the Devil tongue. Zog knew a bit about their language, and what came from the Inferior Demon’s mouth sounded like a super-simplified version, just spitting out simple words.

"The foreman Inferior Demons are individuals selected for their higher intelligence. They can understand complex information and issue broken-down commands to the lower-level Inferior Demons, so there’s no need to command each one individually."

Asmodis introduced these hardworking Inferior Demons as if he were describing a tool.

"Are you familiar with ants or bees?"

"Hell has ants and bees?" Zog asked. ’I never would’ve thought Hell would have something like that. The survivability of Insects is just too damn high.’

"I’m just using them as an analogy to help you understand. This current batch of Inferior Demons, their role is similar to worker ants or bees. They have no capacity for independent thought and are always working. And there’s another advantage: they have no old age. Their decline and death happen within a few days, and their remains can even become food for other Inferior Demons."

Zog had to admit, he was tempted.

Asmodis was indeed a good salesman, successfully pitching the Inferior Demons.

’What kind of ultimate tool-Devils are these?’

’Compared to this, Humans seem to have zero competitive advantage as laborers.’

’How should I handle the existing workers?’

Another headache.

Zog decided to think about it later. In the short term, Inferior Demon labor probably wouldn’t become mainstream.

"Then how many Inferior Demons can you provide?" Zog asked his last and most pressing question.

"Well, that depends on how many you need."

Asmodis sounded very confident.

"What do you mean? Is your supply of Inferior Demons unlimited?"

"More or less. As long as there’s enough garbage for food, they can produce a brood of twenty to thirty, three times a year. They mature from juveniles to adults in just two months."

Asmodis extended his right hand. "So, yes. The supply is indeed unlimited."

"Alright, deal." Zog also extended his right claw.

Now he had to think of a place to house so many Inferior Demons. It might even require a new city.

Zog City Development Plan: Commence!

"What about the network?"

"A batch of goblin engineers will be coming."

"Goblins? Engineers?"

"Yes. Devils are not the only race that is changing."