CDJMM – Volume 5 -Chapter 7 Civilization Rescue Team (7)

Liu Ming was an excavator operator. He had just graduated from Lanxiang this year. His skills were solid. Working on a construction site moving bricks earned him 6,000 a month, and after three years it could rise to 8,000. One could say he had an extremely bright money future ahead.

So… why on earth did he end up here?

Liu Ming squatted at the doorway, staring blankly at the barren wilderness outside. A green goblin was sneakily peeking at him from behind a tree. He looked up at the sky—three suns were saying hello to him.

Once again, he fell into profound silence.

Everything had to be traced back to one month ago.

A pop-up window suddenly appeared on his computer. It couldn’t be closed; even shutting down or restarting didn’t work.

Finally, driven mad, he snapped, “Fine then!” and clicked YES. He practically dared that stupid hacker to make him transmigrate!

Transmigration… of course did not happen. After he clicked YES, the pop-up simply disappeared. He let out a cold laugh. Hah, so that’s all?

And then that night, he transmigrated.

At the time, he was wearing nothing but big shorts, sitting on his bed watching a female streamer while absent-mindedly scratching his foot. The next moment—scene change—he appeared in a luxurious, extravagant room of magnificent grandeur.

Liu Ming: ???

The floor was covered with thick red carpet; even sitting barefoot on the ground didn’t feel cold. The room was brightly lit with candles, lined with various knight armors, and noble portraits hung on the walls. Ahead was a tall staircase, and on the platform, a high-backed chair sat shrouded in shadow.

…The whole place looked exactly like a noble’s castle interior from a TV drama.

Liu Ming pinched his thigh hard. He sucked in a sharp breath. Eyes open, eyes closed—the scenery didn’t change.

Probably… seems like… maybe… not a dream?

Damn it, did he actually transmigrate? Was that pop-up real? And with delayed activation? Where did he transmigrate to? Don’t tell him it’s some horror movie!

Suddenly, spheres of light appeared around him, flickering before revealing person after person. Liu Ming looked around and met face after confused face.

…Holy crap, so many people transmigrated together—don’t tell him this is really an Infinite Terror survival game?!

“Where the hell is this?”

“Why am I here?”

“Am I dreaming?”

“Who are you people? What is this place?”

Voices of confusion rose one after another, but no one had any answers.

A refined male voice sounded: “Looks like everyone’s here.”

Liu Ming jumped, following the voice, finally realizing someone had been sitting in that high-backed chair all along!

“Well then, hello everyone. Welcome to the large-scale real-life infrastructure game. This is Hell. I am the GM. But you can also call me Demon King… or Main God. Anything works.”

Before he finished speaking, the candles above the platform flared to life. Liu Ming could now see the person lounging lazily on the chair.

The so-called Main God was a teenage boy. His right hand supported his chin, soft messy black hair falling over his forehead. His black eyes were half-lidded, and his downward glance carried lazy amusement.

He wore a fitted black coat with an elaborate lace cravat. The white tight pants outlined his well-shaped legs. He looked no different from a noble youth in the portraits beside him.

Liu Ming froze.

This was the Main God?

Shouldn’t the Main God be a glowing giant egg?

“I know you have many questions, but…” The boy lifted his eyelids, a careless smile curling on his lips. “I have no obligation to answer them.”

“Magic, power, status, money, thrilling adventures, all kinds of extraordinary races, comrades fighting by your side—this place can give you everything reality could not.”

“As for the rules of the game, explore them yourselves. My only requirement: obey laws and work hard.”

—That was what the Main God told them at the time.

Then he disappeared. The hall doors opened, and a sleazy middle-aged white man walked in. His name was Jones. He claimed to be the director of Hell’s Employment Guidance Center, here to give them pre-job training and explain the rules.

Liu Ming listened groggily for half a day and sort of understood.

In short—they had transmigrated. This was Hell. Their job was to use their skills to help develop Hell toward moderate prosperity. The monthly salary was 10,000, with free food, lodging, and all basic living expenses. They got two days of family-visit leave per month—but they were forbidden from telling outsiders about Hell.

Someone asked, “What happens if we tell?”

Jones grinned, showing a row of gleaming teeth. He pulled a gun from his pocket and swiftly fired a shot past the questioner’s ear.

“Now, do you understand?”

The questioner collapsed to the floor and wet his pants.

Jones sneered and continued explaining the rules.

All of this sounded like nonsense. Some people—including Liu Ming—didn’t dare voice doubt but privately suspected this was some cult.

Then, when they looked out the window and saw three moons, they all went silent.

And when the next morning arrived and three suns rose in the sky—no one doubted the transmigration anymore.

“Hey! What are you spacing out for? Get to work!”

Liu Ming snapped out of his long reverie and stood, following his coworkers to the vehicle hangar.

Their task these days was demolition and land reclamation.

A noble’s palace outside the city had occupied farmland. Jones ordered them to use excavators to demolish it and restore the fields.

They had been doing this kind of work for nearly a month now.

Yes… worthy of a “real-life infrastructure game.” Aside from the occasional monster popping out and the inability to go online and play games, life here wasn’t much different from Earth.

But today’s task was different—they were taking on new trainees. Unlike their group, these newcomers were not trained professionals. They were late-starters… and foreigners! How rare!

They met the newcomers in the hangar. Most were tall, muscular men; a few had deep, calculating expressions like bosses.

Liu Ming was assigned a trainee named… something like Vosk? The name was long. Supposedly he was Mexican, about the same age as Liu Ming’s father.

To pick up excavator work at his age—Liu Ming immediately respected him. He shook the man’s hand enthusiastically:

“I’ll just call you Old Vo.”

“…My name is Francisco.”

“Old Vo, come on, let’s get on the machine. I’ll check your practical skills.”

Francisco: …

“If this were Mexico, a disrespectful young brat like you would’ve been assassinated by my men already.”

Liu Ming roared with laughter. “Old Vo, you’re hilarious.”

Francisco: curse curse curse

…

Angela stood in the outskirts, looking at the endless golden fields, tears welling in her eyes.

This was a miracle only a god could create!

Not far away, massive steel beasts let out deafening roars, unstoppable as they tore down tall, solid buildings, then ripped open hard earth, reclaiming palace grounds into farmland.

In the past two months, Angela had seen countless similar scenes, but each still shook her heart, and reaffirmed that forsaking their old faith to summon the Demon King had been absolutely correct!

The Demon King’s divine power surpassed all gods in the world!

He was tolerant, loving, selfless, brave, kind. He bestowed his radiance equally upon everyone in the world!

For two months, the Demon King had summoned steel beasts from Hell and sent divine envoys to tame them. These beasts opened fields, planted and harvested crops, built bridges and roads, constructed buildings…

In merely two months, centered around the royal capital, the entire Louis Empire had undergone earth-shaking change!

The land’s curse was lifted. Verdant crops rose from the soil. Thousands of acres of farmland had been reclaimed. With earth-mages accelerating growth, the granaries overflowed with food!

They even ate rice now.

This was a rare delicacy gifted by the Demon King—soft, sweet, with abundant yield. It could be eaten or used to brew wine!

And that was only one of his blessings.

He also built hospitals and shelters, sent priests to heal the sick for free, and provided food to starving vagrants! How noble and merciful!

Even the lowest slaves bathed in divine grace. Even sinners and heretics felt gratitude toward the Demon King!

The Demon King had built several smooth roads across the nation. Merchants’ carriages could travel freely from the capital to the borders. The Demon King liked merchants. He forbade the king from taxing them and encouraged trade.

Now even merchants from neighboring countries flocked in. Some even traveled from distant eastern continents.

The Demon King bought grain with crystals and gave it to the poor for free. Merchants brought various goods and treasures. The empire’s supplies became richer than ever. Capital citizens could buy items from all over the continent just at their doorstep.

Even the so-called omniscient, benevolent God of Light had never granted them such prosperity!

Now, the Louis Empire was renowned across the Mirika continent. Many nations called it the Kingdom of God.

But similarly, some despicable, shortsighted sinners dared defy the god’s majesty!

Angela recalled the recent news from merchants and gnashed her teeth.

More than ten neighboring nations planned to unite and wage war on the Louis Empire!

They claimed the country had been corrupted by a demon and was dragging the continent into the abyss. They said Angela and the other believers had betrayed the Light God and brought disaster, so they must be corrected!

Angela only sneered.

These sinners were blind and selfish, desperate to keep worldly power, daring to challenge the divine!

The Demon King was the savior of Mirika—the only true god above and below. He was the one and only faith, the sun, moon, and stars, the truth itself.

Angela knelt before the divine statue, furious: “Lord, please allow your servant to punish these sinners! Our army will flatten their capitals. Those heretics who disrespect you will burn at the stake!”

A gentle, compassionate voice echoed in the air: “Only kings and nobles have erred. What fault have the common people committed? They are my believers as well. Do not harm them.”

Angela was moved to tears by his compassion. Then she immediately tried to assist him:

“Let the Inquisition act. Let them proclaim your oracle to those sinners and pass judgment!”

Le Jing, hidden nearby, let out a silent low laugh. “Sure.”