Why Won't You Let Me Slack!?

Chapter 43

It was just another regular day within the station.

After sending some people out to search for supplies as they waited for the meeting for the night of the prophets to arrive, the five individuals stood idly by as they spent their time eating or reading through the group chat.

Since there wasn't much to do here as they were simply in charge of taking over some of the stations in the area, there wasn't much they could do as they excitedly waited for the gathering.

After all

'Who wouldn't be excited to meet the protagonist in the flesh?' They all thought, each excited as they thought about soon meeting THE Yoo Joonghyuk.

And it was this carelessness that resulted in their rapid downfall.

One moment they were all minding their own business as they tried to pass the time and the next moment, they were quickly bathed in the blood of their allies as two headless bodies fell to the floor. Like puppets who had their strings suddenly cut, the two bodies lay in a twisted heap as their flags fell to the floor with a clang.

Raising their weapons, the remaining three people frantically looked around as they tried to find the person behind the attacks.

It wasn't until they saw the remaining station inhabitants looking at something behind them that they realized what had happened until it was too late. With a simple slash across the chest, the remaining three collapsed into a shared pool of their own blood.

Truly a disappointing means to an end.

The two figures behind the attack quickly searched the bodies before pulling a pair of flags from the pile. It wasn't until they found the real flag that a third person appeared. Though slightly smaller than the other two, it was obvious that this person was the one in charge.

Looking at the pile of bodies, a scowl could be seen on his face even with the mask they wore as he waved his hand. Suddenly, as if by magic, the bodies began to float before being placed out of sight beside the tracks leading to the tunnels.

As the crowd sat frozen in shock and fear of the trio, some couldn't help but flinch as the leader turned to face them.

Frightened by the prospect of being ruled by another tyrant, some of the stronger people from the group readied themselves to attack only to freeze at the leader's next actions.

Taking the real flag from his subordinate, the man somehow stored it within a pouch the size of his palm. Pulling out a second bag, the man tossed the pouch to one of the station's inhabitants who had been the previous leader of the group before speaking.

"There's food and healing potions inside. Make sure to take care of your people." Not giving them a chance to respond, the three people vanished, taking the station's flag with them.

Minutes later, a little girl wearing a wide smile entered the station happily munching on a skewer, completely unaware of the silent takeover that had happened in her absence after having bid goodbye to the three teens who had helped her.

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"-And that's what happened," Cale confessed.

Now kneeling with the other five boys with a new cup of lemon juice in his hands, Cale felt like crying at this unfair punishment. Though he did leave out the smaller details like the little girl they met, the multiple 'pit stops' they made, the flag they s̶t̶o̶l̶e̶ earned and the fact that they'd left the moment they gathered downstairs after the regressor fell unconscious, Cale continued to drink the demonic drink as he maintained his calm and composed expression.