Max Stats in the Apocalypse

"Hya! Hya! Hya!" cries all of the members of the Demonyo Clan while training just after the brawl fight to determine the weakest.

Apart from cultivating, which they only do at night, they train every day by watching and imitating what Roger sends them to watch. They were martial art video tutorials from the internet that Roger approved as being useful to them. And with this, he wants them to have any ideas of what forms are in martial arts.

Brawl fights in reality are formless but firm. A non-trained person can initiate a punch, but not everyone can hit a clean punch. There are forms in punches, which is why Roger wanted to know who the weakest were.

"Oh... The neighborhood wasn't this quiet before. I am truly amazed by that kid who educates those hoodlums. Surprisingly, he was able to seize 30 adults." A comment from a lady that was just passing by the street near the vacant lot.

"Right. I am hoping for that kid's future to be great because of the promising feats he can do now. Which family was it? Wyles family? It must be nice to have a son who has a sone commander-like aura."

Instead of bad criticism, these ladies passing by were letting out good criticism. In normal stances, a person would critique a person being with hoodlums, but in Roger's case, he was controlling them like he was a general of some sort, commanding them.

This was a happy and peaceful moment for the neighborhood. Not because they weren't extorting anymore, but because they were greeting and treating them with the utmost care.

"Good morning, ma'am! I hope you have a good day." Even with only a sleeveless undershirt, these ladies didn't judge the man who greeted them with disdain. Instead, they were pleased since it was a grateful experience to be greeted on a daily basis with sincere words.

Well, it has been months since this happened, and even though at first they were skeptical of it, they eventually got used to it and even became grateful for it.

Imagine a neighborhood where the hoodlums are protectors and helpers instead of chaos starters.

"Now, now, fall in line with those who were defeated first. Come here and state your name." Roger stated that everyone instantly followed.

10 men with different builds line up before Roger in a vertical line. They all face him with a static face and report to him.

"State your name."

They all stated their names, and when they were done, Roger breathed out a sigh. It wasn't because of disappointment, but just a relieving turn of events, since these 10 will be the next promising 10 next month.

But unintentionally conveying a message, they thought Roger was dissatisfied with them. "We are sorry, boss, that we were the weakest."

Roger just scoffed at how they reacted to his sigh.

"Why would you? But never mind, the ten of you will go to the Green Falcons and after a month, you will be back. And another test will happen again to learn who is the weakest. So why would you be sorry if all of you were equal? What you are doing right now will change, and different people will fill your spots once you train. Not just because you cultivate every night, but because even a little normal training would be extremely beneficial to you. It improves your reflexes as it registers your muscle memory after every training session. So don't worry."

The 10 were only clueless about what emotion Roger wanted to convey but they thanked him for being honest with them. Even the motivational words hit them, and that made them relieved. They thought that they would be useless to him.

"Mark," Roger called and shifted his attention away from the 10.

"What about the appointment of the dungeon diving? When will it happen?" he asked.

"It will be next week at the xxx location," Mark reported.

"I see, since a party builds up to 5 members, bring the other four strongest of the members. We need money for the building."

"Yes, boss, we had already planned for it."

Roger caressed his chin as he seemed to be in deep thought for a while.

Roger wasn't only not responding but keeping his people silent for a moment. Around Roger, there was an aura of a great thinker, but of course, they could not see it. It was only Roger's actions that seemed to create it in his surroundings.

What Roger was thinking is that if he could bring equality to the gang, he would also think of the variables present in this world. He is also interested in whether he can put his practices back from Kluma into this world. He might try to inject those rules he had thought of before, but the problem is the setting, as it does not reflect the people's modern common sense. Back in Kluma, everyone knows that the strong eat the weak, and at most, it's the survival of the fittest. But in this world, it does not lie there as if it were protected by an invisible layer called human rights.

Roger can't just abuse his power over them. Naturally, if the people around him notice it, they will surely be alarmed and eventually report it to other authorities. That is, they would try to betray him. That is only his problem, as, at that point, he had to control himself. Living at his best is what's more important. These were all just extras for him.

Why does he worry? It is not as if he does those kinds of things like "abusing". What he commonly practices is cruelty, which comes from rational thinking.

Roger can limit himself, and he knows that it is helpful, but the main problem is equality among the rest.

He practiced communism before in Kluma, and it was awful. At some point, people's interests don't meet. But why did he think equality was in the first place? It is because enslaving is impossible here and bringing equality with fear is the most prominent way for them to trust him and be loyal to him.

It is true that he gave them the ability to fight and create a living, but what if they think that he is just being too abusive and tasks them with earning money for his benefit? Note that since they know him, their personalities could bring chaos to him since they know some of his weaknesses, which is his family.

'Then, should I let them be independent while I finish my studies? I can not stand as their savior, but how will I hold them so that they will show me true loyalty? '

And at that point, Roger realized that modern society has such complicated common sense.