"Stupid, idiot, fool! He is my master, Leader of the Community!" Fatty said.

I looked at the smiling man once more, but couldn't help but see the Santa. Yes, he had muscled body, and he was 2.5 meters long. Yes, he had body brimming with vitality, and yes his skin was made of the gem as if he was beautifully crafted sculpture, but nonetheless, his eyes were Santa's. Nothing could change the fact!

"Hohoho. We finally met, young Hitomi!" the God laughed. I didn't know if he was teasing me or if this was his laughter. And this was the first time I saw a God, how could I be calm. He had power infusing my every cell. Even though I didn't sense any thread, I felt I was a mere ant in front of this character. All my powers and all my skills were child play. It was not because he was a God, I didn't feel this threat from others when I meet with Contrarians.

"This lowly one greets the Lord!" I bowed as I greeted God.

"Why are you lowly?" asked God.

"I don't know," I said, as I was in bowing position. I really didn't know, but Crow told me to act like this in the Upper Realm.

"You can stop those unnecessary formalities. Now that you reminded me you were from Earth right? Santa was once my disciple. To think you thought of him when you see me proves that he didn't bring shame to my name when he was on Earth. How satisfying. Hohohoho!" God made me dumbfounded once again. Santa was his disciple!

"I had quite a few disciples from Earth. Now I think about it, Confucius should still be around here. Ever heard of him?" God asked, and my knees were going weak.

'What the hell!'

"How do you think those glasses made by Confucius? Do you think he could make them with the power level of your world?" asked Crow.

"I did hear of the name before," I said while gulping. What kind of character this bastard God was. Almost all saint on Earth was once his disciple. Don't tell me Buddha was also your disciple.

"Brings back the memories." God sighed. To see this old man in this state made me feel weird. Even though all were Gods, and most certainly the Fatty's Master, Leader of the Community was stronger than most, he was kind-hearted, all he cared was saving peoples and let them live freely. I couldn't help but felt inferiority, I was lowly one indeed. I was nothing compared to this guy.

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I never claimed to be a good man, yet I never been a bad man. I always tried to the right thing, it was my right, but still, it was right. I fought against the villains, I didn't have malicious feelings towards the good. I wasn't a hero, I was a passing by savior. I didn't chase the bad, but I only removed the thorns I saw.

But this guy, this guy was trying. He was caring. All he wanted to do was save all races, give them all the freedom. Not in the God complex way, but in a righteous way. He wasn't interfering the survivalism, but merely let it happen evenly. He was a real God. I bowed to the old man, but this time not because I had to, but because he deserved it. Not that he would care, he wasn't doing all this for mine or anyone else's bow, still, I felt I had to do this.

After we talk a little longer, Fatty and I walked out once again. There were countless kids were playing on the streets, carefree and happy. It gave me happiness as well. As we were walking, I saw a little girl walking toward the teleportation platform. Her left arm was wrapped by bandages, clearly, her left arm was severed. She was 10 years old at the top, and after she walked to the platform with a solemn look, there was resoluteness in her big eyes, yet reluctant was also visible as she looked at the playing kids, 'Third Floor' she said. As she vanished, I looked at the Fatty. Why would a little girl go to the Third Floor all alone?

"She was a slave a few days ago. She was working on the Third Floor to buy her freedom, but when she lost one of her arms, she was about to be killed by her owner. My Master went to rescue her, yet she has twin brother still working in same dangerous place, and she wants to earn SC to save his brother." Fatty sighed.

"Who is their owner?" I asked with killing intent spreading around me. All of a sudden all the neighborhood was desolate. Everyone ran away.

"The Contrarians! There are countless slaves in the Upper Realm, and most of them brought by Desolates as war slaves or Aristocracy to make a profit. Desolates don't deal with the kids, only nurture adults for them to be cannon fodders. Aristocracy, on the other hand, use them to make a profit." Fatty said with a helpless face.

"How so? How can they make a profit with the slaves? Isn't this Upper Realm advanced beyond belief? Do they even need slave workers?" I questioned. Upper Realm had a technology to rule all multiverse, their prowess also above any else. Why would they need slaves?

"The Aristocracy sends their Champions to the different planets and bring almost all of the life forms to the Upper Realm. The Desolates buys those who can fight. For the rest, they would be sold to the Contrarians.

The Contrarians has bigger profit from it. They buy millions of slaves from the Aristocracy for a cheap price and make all slaves work for them. And put the enormous price for freedom. After countless years of work, slaves do their work and buy their freedom with the little money they earn. The Contrarians are scions, spoiled young masters, never tried to win their money, but with this scheme, they can make endless money." Fatty summarized things to me.

"But what about your master? All Champions? You!" I was mad, so mad! "You bastard told that you sold all your items below the Divine level, how can you go and enjoy with the women while slaves are losing their hands? How can you call yourself the Champion of the Leader of the Community?"