Realized Game: I Hoarded 10 Billion Defense Towers

"The problem now is the ’stick’..." a young man with glasses and dark skin spoke respectfully, one hand on his lower back.

"Can you solve it or not!" Brother Kun asked coldly.

"Brother Kun..." the young man hesitated slightly.

SHLICK!

Unfortunately, before he could even answer, Brother Kun had already grabbed a screwdriver and plunged it into the back of the young man’s head.

"Let’s go!"

"I’ll go see for myself!"

Without a glance at the young man’s convulsing body as it collapsed into a pool of blood, Brother Kun immediately stood up and walked toward the sealed office building not far away.

"Brother Kun!"

"Brother Kun!"

"Brother Kun!"

As he entered and passed through layers of guards, all the security personnel were exceptionally respectful toward Brother Kun.

"Brother Kun!"

Just as he stepped onto the floor, a man missing an ear and covered in scars suddenly dropped to his knees before Brother Kun with a THUD.

"Brother Kun! I’m begging you, please let me go! It’s the end of the world!

"I came to the compound when I was sixteen, and I’ve worked here until now! I’m thirty-two!

"Just now, on the new Forum, I managed to contact my mom!

"Please let me go back and see her!

"Over all these years, I must have earned at least a billion for you..."

This was a "Piglet" who had been scammed and brought here. They worked at least sixteen hours a day. They didn’t even have phones or computers, so it was impossible for them to play games.

Because of this, after game abilities were inherited, most of the Piglets were still just Piglets. They couldn’t escape Brother Kun’s control at all. Except for a few lucky ones who inherited useful abilities from games they played as children, most of them still had nothing.

What was truly a shame was that of the "Piglets" who inherited game abilities, only a small number chose to escape at the first opportunity. The majority, however, turned around and joined Brother Kun’s ranks, transforming from the bullied into the bullies.

Because of this, even though they saw on the new Forum that the world had changed drastically and an apocalyptic new world had arrived, the Piglets were still just Piglets. This "wonderful" new world had nothing to do with them.

Once they entered the compound, they were there for life.

CRACK!

The man on the ground had barely finished speaking when a smiling Brother Kun grabbed a hammer from the wall and viciously smashed it into his kneecap. Instantly, the man’s kneecap was shattered. He clutched his knee and let out a miserable scream.

"Throw him in the Water Prison!"

"So what if you’re thirty-two? Even if you’re forty-two, you still belong to me!"

After smashing the man’s kneecap with the hammer, Brother Kun smiled as he looked at the surrounding crowd and gave the order.

"Don’t even think about escaping!

"Even if it’s the end of the world, you are all still my Piglets!

"DO YOU HEAR ME!"

He saw that in the distance, the many Piglets—most of them scammed and brought here from Great Xia—were watching the man, their faces pale.

Brother Kun jumped directly onto a table, waving his arms and roaring.

These people before him were all old-timers. The time for soft words and slow deception was long past. For these veterans, Brother Kun’s method was beatings and murder. Anyone who disobeyed would first be starved for three days. If they still disobeyed, they’d be whipped. And for behavior like that of the young man just now, Brother Kun’s response was to break their legs.

He couldn’t let someone set that kind of precedent, or else how could he lead his crew?

"However, it is the end of the world!

"I can cancel your previous debts!

"But there’s a condition! Your debts will only be forgiven after you’ve perfected the new world’s sales pitch and successfully scammed someone!"

Sensing the oppressive atmosphere, and still needing these Piglets to work, Brother Kun quickly added another line.

These Piglets, right after arriving at the compound, would be beaten into submission and forced to sign a five-million-dollar debt agreement. The agreement included all sorts of ridiculous items like an "air-breathing fee," a "floor-wear-and-tear fee," and a "fee for looking at pretty female colleagues."

This debt agreement was originally a method to pressure the Piglets to work hard. But in the apocalypse brought on by the game, Brother Kun had already thought of a better way to motivate them. Therefore, he took this opportunity to announce the new terms.

Jumping off the table, Brother Kun mulled things over as he walked toward the on-site office.

The new world! It’s all about game abilities! It’s about extraordinary items... It’s about the security of surviving the apocalypse!

Before the apocalypse, they had different spiels for different groups of people.

For example, for recent college graduates looking for jobs, they would create a company. This company had a real location, real work, and paid a real salary. There were even occasional high-performance bonuses. Then, after the graduates had worked normally for six months, the company would announce a team-building trip to Thailand. And just like that, they’d have a new busload of "Piglets."

For another example, targeting teenagers, they would play games with you every day and even buy you skins. Then one day, they’d suddenly invite you to visit, even transferring you money for travel expenses. Mom and Dad only ever taught you not to send money to strangers. But when a stranger sent *you* money, many teenagers would willingly take the money and show up on their own.

And once the "Piglets" arrived, they would lose their rights as human beings, locked away in the compound for the rest of their lives.

The compound had different spiels and techniques to handle all sorts of situations. Now that the apocalypse was here, the compound was also adjusting its strategies and spiels.

What Brother Kun regretted most was that when the Neutral Cities descended earlier, his team hadn’t managed to seize a single one. Although he had also inherited an ability, their Combat Power was still far from what was needed to occupy a Neutral City.