I Became the Master of a Slave Party (5)

In this place where law and the police had disappeared, many people were trying to commit crimes to satisfy their desires. But if that made them distrust and watch one another, they wouldn’t be able to join forces. Everyone had to cooperate to survive, so he was asking us not to do anything that might cause conflict.

That was Siwoo’s reasoning.

In short, he was asking us to stop because people might see what we were doing, fail to restrain their lust, and try to imitate us. For the sake of survival, of course.

It was utterly ridiculous.

“Why should I?”

“…What?! I told you! So we can survive…”

“Then why should I stop just so you can survive? You should look after your own lives.”

“……We don’t know what lies ahead. Do you think you can face those unknown dangers alone? We need to join forces to survive! I’m saying we shouldn’t split into factions!”

Honestly, he just wouldn’t listen.

As Siwoo started ranting in agitation, people who seemed to be part of his group approached in a cluster. Maybe fifty of them? For a so-called Survival Group, quite a lot of people had survived, so I guess they lived up to their name...