I sat still and watched the various people who were reflected on all kinds of displays. There was a person walking on the street while looking at his cell phone, many others who were talking excitedly, and some dressed in suits who were on their way to work… I couldn't resist but let out a groan, "Wow, the people going to work are tremendous. Office workers are amazing."

Ares simply snorted. Most of them will probably die without being able to do anything in the stage anyway, right? If they don't have memories of the stage, then they will surely be able to go to work like usual, just like how it was a few months ago. 

"If you put it that way, then… Yeah, that's right too. But still..." I checked the time, which was 8 a.m. on a Friday. Funnily enough, the world was still revolving around. 

What do you plan to do with the production types?

"Well, focus on Hunters and Berserkers for now. There are too many Goblins already." 

Certainly… Ares said, There's a lot.

I looked at the mountain range of steel that stretched vastly beneath me. That's right, it was a mountain range. I was sitting on an enormous mountain range of steel. "Genie, how many units are all these in total?"

It's a little less than 50 million units.

"I can't believe it has reached a level where we can give 1 Avatar to each person if our country has all been cleared… Needless to say, we can't put it back into the Unique World, can we?"

Genie's voice trembled as if shocked by my question. Do you know how many things...