The Lone SF Transmigrator in the Otherworld Forum
Chapter 179: Havoc

“Move quickly!”

Crack-

“Ugh!”

A scream rose from below as the blonde, blue-eyed elf cracked her whip. Cowering and trembling at the elf’s feet was a small, dog-eared Beastkin girl.

The elf looked down at the Beastkin with undisguised contempt, as if looking at an insect.

“Tch. Be grateful. I’ve given you vermin the personal chance to prove your use.”

The Beastkin trembled, terrified by the elf’s icy voice. And how could she not be?

Crack-

The whipping was now just a formality. Were that elf to use her full might, her kin here would become ash in a moment.

The Beastkin swallowed her scream for the sake of her people.

“Filthy creatures. Get lost! If you show laziness one more time, I won’t let it slide.”

Fortunately, her endurance seemed to have an effect as the elf vented her anger and disappeared to another worksite.

“Ugh!”

The Beastkin girl clutched her bleeding, burst skin and shakily stood up. Other Beastkin who had been keeping their distance gathered around her.

“To whip even a child like this… they’ve gone too far.”

“To them, we’re no different from livestock.”

“Isn’t this too much, even for them?”

“Shh! They might be listening from somewhere.”

Not all Beastkin thought rationally like humans. However, those gathered here had intelligence no less than humans. Of course, that might be why they were living as slaves like this.

One day, long-eared divine beings appeared claiming to be the Goddess’ apostles, and upon seeing the Beastkin, said they were useful and forcibly relocated them to an unknown place.

The large tribes in the great plains were Beastkin who lived a nomadic life fighting monsters.

The divine beings had turned up out of nowhere, speaking to them.

-Hm. You seem to understand words quite well.

They arrived unexpectedly, ordering them to relocate and work for them, promising shelter and food.

There was no need to even listen. It was an absurd demand. The Beastkin had pride in establishing and protecting their home in the great plains. They naturally resisted fiercely.

But their resistance was thoroughly crushed, and their lives were completely uprooted.

The elves’ waving hands summoned lightning to split the earth, and their spells lifted the Beastkins, body and soul, into nothingness.

In the end, they massacred half of the resisting tribespeople and forcibly relocated them to another world.

And they were not the only ones there. Orcs, humans, goblins, Beastkin, ogres, dwarves….

They had captured various races indiscriminately, making them do all sorts of work, saying they should be grateful for what they were given.

It seemed nonsensical. But as time passed, they came to understand that these so-called divine beings had collected races suitable for slavery from various worlds.

They soon learned that they did this to secure labor before they could no longer cross to other worlds.

Hope died when they understood their worlds were absorbed, their very essence used as fertilizer to bolster this divine realm.

Rebellion was useless. The resistance forces were swept away without a chance against the divine beings’ overwhelming power.

-If one of you commits a wrongdoing, your entire clan will be punished.

There was nothing they could do when threatened with the lives of their families and comrades as hostages. They had grown used to surviving on meager, garbage-like rations.

But as they lived such a miserable life of slavery, they witnessed an unbelievable sight.

Fwoosh-

“W-what is that?”

“Fire?”

“Isn’t that the Sanctuary over there? The place we can’t even approach…”

The Sanctuary was the residence for high-ranking divine beings who oversaw them all.

A pillar of fire entirely engulfed it.

The slave races could not even set foot in the Holy Land, the residential area of the divine beings. And in the center of that Holy Land was a huge structure called the Sanctuary.

Miraculous events unfolded at the Sanctuary, including a shimmering barrier of light and the instantaneous growth of giant trees to surround it.

A brilliant flash split the sky, and it felt like the end of the world.

Boom-

Something crushed and collapsed the giant divine tree in an instant.

“W-what is this…”

“Shouldn’t we hide?”

“If we’re caught running away… you know what will happen…”

After a period of thunder and lightning, activity in the Sanctuary abruptly ceased.

“Is it over?”

“Should we wait?”

“We should wait until someone comes.”

As countless slave races stared at the Sanctuary, suddenly, a clear window appeared before everyone’s eyes.

“What’s this?”

“Huh?”

“Uhh? Am I seeing things now?”

As they murmured in confusion, they soon gaped at the text that appeared on the screen.

[Welcome to the Integrated Dimensional Community.]

Despite being written in unknown characters, they somehow grasped the meaning.

“…?”

A moment later, the text disappeared and someone appeared in a video.

[Only those who wish for it will be incorporated into the Galactic Empire.]

The Sanctuary lay in ruins behind him, along with a mountain of corpses—the once arrogant, self-styled apostles of the Goddess.

Yet his expression seemed somewhat bored and annoyed.

[In a week, those who desire may press the accept button.]

He showed no inclination to persuade them.

[Look up whatever information you need in the Community.]

Oddly, the enslaved people found him more trustworthy because of that.

[Oh, it’s not compulsory of course, so choose as you like.]

It was difficult to understand what he was saying, but they soon realized that clearly, the world had undergone a drastic change.

ㄴwhy so many newbies?

ㄴtf? it was possible to join up all at once?

ㄴOradge just recruited them apparently

ㄴ…how the hell?

Using the Community was easy to understand with a little practice. They began to use the Community little by little with awkward gestures, and soon they could understand many things.

The world is wide, and we were frogs in a well!

They looked up previous posts according to the usage instructions, and found out that something called Karma Points was used as currency.

-(Sticky Post) Recommended tips for quickly gathering Karma Points

-Of course, I’ll explain the most efficient way to gather points without going evil like murdering or doing human sacrifices…

They realized that with points, they did not need to worry about necessities and food.

“W-what is this?”

“I’m so dizzy.”

“Is this how you use it?”

“Ooh!”

For Beastkin who usually wore animal skins and lived by gathering and hunting, it was like a whole new world. They were awestruck by the innovation.

“My man! Did you try the item I recommended?”

“Ah! You mean the Super Strong Fluffy Fur Moisturizer?”

“Not that! I mean the Persimmon-Scented Dehumidifier!”

And strangely, the Beastkin received a lot of sponsorship from unknown sources. They started buying interesting things one by one, and as a result of using them…

“This is… revolutionary!”

“A new world…”

“Did you know, the donations you can get just by managing your fur well…!”

This was not just for Beastkin, it was the same for all races.

“Chhk. Fabric that doesn’t tear. Excellent, chhk.”

“Chhk. Have you tried the libido suppressant? Used to be so painful I couldn’t sleep, chhk. Now I can sleep well.”

“Ooh! A machine that makes beer!”

“How on earth did they implement the forced fermenting function?”

“As a craftsman, I can’t contain my curiosity.”

All sorts of different races came in. And it seemed Karlstein had not only saved their world.

New users kept flooding in. Hundreds of thousands or millions came in each time, so the Community was like a crucible of chaos.

ㄴshit, more newbies?

ㄴbros it looks like he gonna make everyone in the universe a user

ㄴNew blood is flowing.

ㄴwhat’s the problem? makes it lively and nice

ㄴWe were like that once too.

ㄴnow we can’t live without the community

ㄴSince we can buy everything we need.

Those who had been captured as slaves continued to be liberated and joined the Community.

As for Karlstein, who was stirring up the Sephiroth…

“Hm. So what do you want to say?”

Karlstein’s indifferent tone caused the other person’s face to flush.

“What’s the reason for making such a mess of our home? We just want to talk.”

The group he was talking to included long-eared high elves, men formed of blue flames, and inhuman female monsters. Despite their differences, they were all clad in brilliant silver light, and their anxious gazes at Karlstein betrayed tension.

“You want to talk?”

Karlstein’s smirk made them flinch, a testament to the unnerving aura he exuded.

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