Chapter 143 Recruitment

Eero nodded, then raised his hand, and a satellite phone appeared in his hand, along with a bag filled with bread, flour, rice and fresh water. After passing these things, he said, "Take these things away and feed your family, and soon I will inform you through this satellite phone," Eero then reminded calmly, "Remember, no matter what happens, my existence shouldn't be known to others. Not even to your family. Anyone who knows my existence will die a horrible death."

Then solemnly added a warning, "Also, I don't want to know your name, neither will I tell you mine. I will give you a name as a code. Your name is one, and in the future, anyone I tell you to recruit will be named as the next numbers, two, three. No other names, understand?"

The boy nodded firmly, then gulped, looking at Eero's serious face, his thought run wild, 'It seems i have joined something big, will I be fine?' replied with a trembling voice, "Yes sir, I understand."

Eero nodded, then said pointing at him, "Now, your task is to go straight to your home. Don't even dare to look back. If you turn, you will die."

The boy's heart trembled and nodded, grabbing the package and phone tightly, and left hurriedly without looking back, disappearing inside the alley.


Eero smiled, looking at his back muttered, "Let's see if you are worthy of becoming the ruler of this world." He turned and returned to his home.

While the boy was walking toward his home, he didn't dare to turn, all the way walking inside a tattered house, sighed in relief his clothes were wet because of sweat, Somehow he felt death looming above his head all the way to the house, it disappeared inside his house.

'What was that? Anyway it was extremely dangerous.' He thought chaotically.

"Brother, you brought something for us." Instantly he snapped out of thout, two figures ran and appeared around him. He smiled rubbing their head's gave each of them the bread, splitting it in half.

They were his younger siblings, a boy and a girl, both twins.

"Wow fresh bread, they are delicious." Both exclaimed with bright eye's, his eye's become moist looking at the happy smile of younger siblings, rubbed away his tears.

"Noah, you have returned." A middle aged female appeared, she had skeletal body because of malnutrition, but looking at her two younger children eating bread, a smile appeared on her face.

"Yes mother, here I brought wheat and fresh bread's, keep them away, also don't worry after today I will work for a benefactor, and our family will have plenty of food's." Noah then said happily with a smile.

His mother grabbed her mouth in shock and his sibling also fell in daze, because work and job is a luxury in this country only few lucky one can do, other people just beg, snatch and search.

Noah then gave the remaining bread's to his mother for safekeeping and let her eat from it. Told them that a benefactor hired him for job.

She nodded happily with tears flowing in her eyes, thanking the unknown benefactor again and again.

On the other side,

Eero then returned to his apartment, walked toward the window, and raised his hand. A paired high-tech satellite phone appeared, and he dialed.

Noah returned to his room was pacing around anxiously waiting for something, as soon as the phone rang, he picked it up by clicking the only button.

"Your second task is to recruit three trusted individuals of young age. Offer them the same deal I gave you. If they agree, bring them to the address I am sending you. You will find the promised items there: bread, fresh water, and satellite phones," Eero gave the task and provided the address, then disconnected the call.

The Noah nodded thoughtfully, 'It's an easy task.' put the phone in a hidden area of his room, and walked outside his home.

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A few days passed.

Eero glanced at the tablet in his hand, seeing 100 red dots. He had gathered 100 young individuals and injected atomic trackers into their bodies, even smaller than the nanobots invented in this world. He knew all their movements and actions.

"It feels like I am becoming some kind of behind-the-scenes boss," Eero muttered speechlessly.

Then he shook his head, looking at the small two-foot-size machine in his hand. It looked like a TV with a screen. "This machine can produce food after absorbing water vapors in the air or manual water. I remember seeing it in an anime movie. It had problems in that movie, but I fixed it with my realization talent."

Eero muttered and connected the device. Instantly, the display lit up, showing different food options. He could also add recipes manually.

He nodded satisfied, and looking at the pollution outside, he thought, 'If I want, I can remove all the pollution instantly by realizing the machines that can do such a job. But it will not change anything. Those rich will try to exploit it. First, I will take the world away from their hands, then make it beautiful again.'

He poured water from above and selected a zinger burger. Instantly, the machine's lower area opened, and a standard-sized burger fell into his hand. Eating it, Eero was surprised. It tasted the same as a regular burger, or even more delicious because there were no impurities in the chicken and bread.

"There was a table cloth in Doraemon. It's a pity I couldn't realize it with my current strength," Eero muttered. He had tried to realize that first because that gadget was more convenient than this device, but he failed because his strength was not enough.

"Well, for now, the food problem is dealt with. I don't have to exhaust myself realizing food for everyone," Eero muttered.

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A few months passed.

Eero stood in his apartment, glancing at the tablet. The number of individuals he hired had increased to almost a million, He hired them not just from one state but from every state of this country. Also, he realized robots and more machines in order to use those food machines to supply the individuals.

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