GIJS

Chapter 149 How to Exploit Slaves

At the provocative first line from Gunja, even the Guardians members, who were highly excited, couldn't help but be taken aback.

"What?"

"What the fxx···."

It was only natural. Gunja shouted the regulations, but to the Guardians members, it sounded like a sentence with a different meaning.

Even though the Guardians members were usually cheerful, Gunja's action of suddenly spouting regulations to their faces didn't seem pleasant.

The Guardians members were already angry just from being made into slaves.

Even though they were told to enjoy what they couldn't avoid and were having fun laughing and chatting, they couldn't help but feel irritated.

But suddenly talking about regulations, what the hell was this guy up to?

Did he just curse at us?

However, it didn't take long for the Guardians members to understand the misunderstanding.

We are the regulations of this place!

The regulations of Dynasty!

When they heard the continuation of Gunja's freestyle rap, a faint smile appeared on the faces of the Guardians members.

"Dynasty··· Fxxk you?"

The sudden mention of regulations was actually directed at the [Dynasty> program, not the Guardians members. Regardless of Gunja's intentions, that's how it sounded to the Guardians members.

Yeah, it's the damn organizers who should be cursed out.

Turns out, there's some connection between us slaves after all?

Seeing the Guardians members' expressions brighten, Gunja raised his voice again.

Indeed, music is a universal language!

Unaware that his universal language was being mistranslated, Gunja continued to enthusiastically deliver regulations to the organizers.

We are the regulations of this place!

The regulations of Dynasty!

"Yeah, That's Right!"

"Dynasty Fxxk You!"

Now the Guardians members also started to dance along with Gunja. His alluring vibe, like ginseng soaked in flowing water, even made the Americans' hips sway.

Most of all, the lyrics were straightforward and exhilarating.

'Dynasty Fxxk You!' The Guardians members didn't like the Dynasty's class system either, but since they were participants, they decided to endure and enjoy it.

However, this crazy guy was different. Although the cameras were off, he was performing a freestyle rap with the content of 'screw the organizers' right in the center of the main hall.

···Damn cool!

As if reading the Guardians members' excitement, Gunja's freestyle rap began to blaze with intensity.

We are the laws of this palace!

The laws of Dynasty Castle!

This time it was not regulations but laws. Although Gunja pronounced it as '법-도우' (law-doh) to match the rhyme, the Guardians members' translation devices malfunctioned again.

"Yeah, Dynasty Castle Fxxk TOO!"

"Fxxk Dynasty, and Fxxk this Castle!"

Seeing the Guardians members getting excited, Gunja also started to get thrilled.

Though they might not understand English, they're at least shouting out the laws and rules with them.

They seem crazy on the outside, but they are truly kind and gentle!

To communicate with the Guardians, Gunja continued to spit out freestyle verses.

"Always a god on top of my head!"

"God!"

"We believe in god!"

But the attitude is to enjoy every moment with rock!

"Rock!"

"We love Rock too!"

Though now they are slaves of Dynasty!

"Dynasty No, Yeah!"

But what's important is a person's character!

"Damn, damn it!"

Despite the stage being full of mistranslations, Gunja and the Guardians members were blending together in sync as if they had always been one team.

Seeing this, other 7IN members also began to muster their courage.

"···Well, since Gunja hyung has paved the way···."

"Let's go too! The lyrics are super simple anyway!"

"Let's do it! Now, the regulations of Dynasty!"

In the main hall where the cameras were off, the two teams of slaves were building a unique first camaraderie.

* * *

After the frenzy of the regulations party, in the main hall of Dynasty Castle.

As they tidied up the messy space, the Guardians and 7IN members spent time asking questions and getting to know each other.

Members who knew some English had short conversations, and those less proficient relied on Inhyuk's translation.

Thanks to this, Gunja learned various facts about the Guardians.

First and most surprising was that the Guardians were actually a mixed-gender group.

"Ohh···."

"Why so surprised? Because I'm a woman?"

"No, it's not that. If someone is surprised because of a woman, they should spend half their life being surprised."

"Really? Then why were you surprised?"

"It's the first time I've seen such a careful look at your head."

"Hm? What's wrong with my head?"

"One half looks like a chestnut that a squirrel has eaten, and the other half looks like seaweed from Heuksando."

"Puhahaha, you sure have a funny way of talking."

"Haha, your head is even funnier."

The female bassist, Jessi, had an unusual appearance but was quite a cheerful and communicative person. Her boisterous personality and seaweed-chestnut hair made Jessi's gender irrelevant.

The vocalist, Chad, had half of his body covered in tattoos. Especially on his chest below the collarbone was a bamboo tattoo along with the Chinese characters for "stone heart, iron intestines" (a steadfast and unyielding spirit), which captivated Gunja's heart.

To think there are people who have such beautiful landscape paintings and excellent sayings tattooed on their bodies.

They may seem somewhat barbaric in their etiquette, but they must be fundamentally great people.

The guitarist, Michael, at just twenty-one, already had two children. He seemed like a madman when carrying a broom around, but when he showed pictures of his children on his smartphone, he was the epitome of a sweet father.

"How are they, my little ones?"

"Oh my, their eyes are like jewels."

"Oh, so sweet. You were like a total savage when shouting fxxk earlier."

"Though I love regulations, I love my children even more."

"Well then, why don't you hurry up and make more babies?"

"Babies··· you mean?"

"Yes! Babies are a blessing from God."

Gunja, persuaded by Michael's words, went around the main hall shouting, "I've decided to make babies!" until he was finally stopped by Hyun-su and Hyun-jae.

"Phew, it's really fortunate that the cameras were off···."

The drummer, Nathan, and the keyboardist, Patrick, were both Black, making it hard for everyone to distinguish them. Even Hyun-su, who had good observational skills, seemed unable to tell them apart.

"Hyung, which one of the two is Patrick?"

"Uh··· Hey, I don't know either."

"Ugh, it's so confusing—."

As Hyun-su and Taewoong were trying to distinguish between the two, Nathan and Patrick approached them simultaneously.

"Hold on, friends. Can't you even tell Black faces apart?"

"Ah, no, it's just···."

"I thought you were good friends, but if it's like this, you're no different from racists."

"No no, sorry! It's just that I'm a fool!"

"Since I haven't had many chances to see Black people···."

"Aha, is that so? You're Taewoong, you're Hyun-su! Those three over there are Hyun-jae, Siwoo, Yuchan. And this big friend is Inhyuk, and finally, this neat guy is Gunja! Right?"

"Huh-."

"Wow···."

"We don't often get to see East Asians either. But how come we can distinguish them so well? Is it because our eyes are good? Or because we're not racists?"

As Hyun-su and Taewoong were about to almost cry, Chad, the vocalist, informed them that Nathan and Patrick were actually twins.

"Nathan, you crazy guy. I still can't distinguish your faces."

"Huh? I'm Patrick."

"Really? Okay, Patrick."

"Hehe, actually, I'm Nathan."

"Is it still fun after three years of this crap?"

Only after realizing that the two were indeed twins and that accusing strangers of being racists was their gag pattern did Taewoong and Hyun-su breathe a sigh of relief.

"Ha, haha, ha···."

"I like their humor."

"Yeah. I think you'd get along well with them."

Whether it was due to the sense of kinship from being in the same slave class, or the relief of finding out they were good people, or both.

The Guardians and 7IN quickly became close.

"Although we met on the floor, let's create the best stage now that we're here."

"Ohh!"

"We can't be slaves forever, can we!"

"Hoo-yeah!"

"Fxxk Dynasty!"

The spirit of cooperation was over. Now, the two teams just needed to combine their talents to create a great stage.

However, the real problem for the slaves arose not in the preparation for the competition, but elsewhere.

That afternoon, at the first mealtime.

As usual, the royalty and aristocrats began eating first, and the slaves appeared last, receiving the worst food.

"Wow, this looks like something from [Snowpiercer>."

"Wait, isn't this seafood bibim sauce?"

"Seafood bibim sauce? What's that?"

"It's something they serve in the army."

"How do you know what army rations are like, Hyung?"

"I'm a Marine Corps camp graduate, you know?"

Even though they were already irritated by the lousy food, an even more absurd situation awaited them after they finished eating.

Pi Houkam, along with the members of Teibo and SHINO, approached the 7IN table. Although the meal had finished, they were not carrying trays or utensils.

"Hey, slave friends!"

"···?"

"Clear the table we ate on."

"!"

"How about it? This isn't too inhumane, is it?"

"···."

"The food was so delicious that we ate it all up cleanly, without any leftovers~"

Pi Houkam's joke made the Teibo members burst into laughter. The SHINO members initially showed feigned apologies but then, following Teibo's laughter, revealed their sneaky sides.

"What the···."

Taewoong, with an indignant expression, looked at the staff, but there was no intervention. It meant that this level of forced labor was considered acceptable.

"Wow, so we really have to clean up?"

"···This is totally different from AYUKSI···."

"Yeah, it is."

The atmosphere was indeed different from AYUKSI. Unlike AYUKSI, where image management was crucial, there was no particular team in [Dynasty> focused on maintaining their image.

Especially for the Chinese idols, who didn't care much about the Korean market, it seemed like they genuinely wanted to make things difficult for 7IN.

"Ah, this damn class system···."

As Taewoong sighed deeply and was about to move, a familiar voice stopped the 7IN members in their tracks.

"Hold on."

It was Pael, the leader of the only royal team in [Dynasty>, Velocé.

"···Wh-what do you mean by making us do something?"

"We had dessert after the meal··· Ah, do aristocrats not get dessert?"

"!"

"Anyway, the colors of the dessert were so suspicious···"

"Suspicious?"

"Don't you know? The king is always threatened by poison."

Saying this, Pael flashed a grin at the 7IN members.

"So, I'll take these guys and use them as food tasters."