LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

Mrs. Piltover hated everything about Zaun except Lenata and her Gorask Industries.

Lenata's elegant and extremely refined alchemical technology design conquered the proud residents of Piltover. Now every Piltover who is on the cutting edge of trends owns at least one Gorask product.

The group headquarters of Gorask Industries were moved from Zaun to Piltover, becoming an "international enterprise" spanning the twin cities.

Lenata also used this to successfully break into Piltover's upper class circles and became "the most popular Zaunite in Piltover".

Now she is both an alchemist baron in Zaun and a plutocratic businessman in Piltover.

But Lenata herself did not move to Piltover like her corporate headquarters.

She knew that it was just a certificate of submission that she gave to Master Picheng.

Zu An is the cornerstone of her career.

At this moment, Lenata is in the alchemy potion factory in Diggou District, reading the monthly sales report in her office:

"Why did the sales of therapeutic potions in Pi City suddenly increase so much last month?"

Increased sales are a good thing. But Lenata didn't like any changes that went beyond expectations.

The secretary swallowed nervously and replied: "Yes, it's the Leader Association."

"They have been ordering large-scale treatment drugs from us since half a month ago."

"Wind Leader Association?" Lenata's expression hidden under the respirator mask was unclear, but her low and hoarse voice was enough to scare people:

"What are those naive lunatics doing buying so many healing potions?"

"Are they preparing for a war?"

"No." The secretary cautiously added: "Leader has been opening several mobile clinics to provide free treatment for apprentices in major industrial parks and Zaun communities in Piltover half a month ago. .”

"They need a lot of medicine, not just our therapeutic potions."

"..." Lenata was silent for a while.

What the leader did reminded her of her parents.

Lenata's parents are a pair of talented alchemists and pharmacy scholars. They devote themselves to scientific research and community service in Zaun, providing care and treatment to those in need - regardless of whether the patient can afford the payment.

Unfortunately, this kind-hearted couple's righteous deeds eventually touched the interests of Piltover's pharmaceutical giant.

So shortly after Renata came of age, her parents died.

The law enforcement officers sent by the Piltover plutocrats were trapped in the fire and burned alive.

Lenata paid the price of an arm in an attempt to save her parents. In the end it failed.

Unexpectedly, decades later:

"There are fools like them again in the Twin Cities."

Lenata saw the shadow of her parents in these leaders.

"This is really..."

"That's disgusting!"

Renata has been accustomed to going to bed hungry since she was a child - because of her parents' ridiculous ideals, that stupid "free treatment"!

Their deaths were well deserved. He obviously has a genius mind and great inventions, and can make money with the Piltover chaebol. But he doesn't make any money, and he delays everyone else's ability to make money.

Idealists are so disgusting!

"What are the Myrdarda and Gilamann families thinking? Can't they see that these leaders are just a bunch of uncontrolled lunatics?"

Thinking of this, Lenata couldn't help but glance at the "A Brief Summary of Janna's Thoughts" on the table.

Yes, she has this pamphlet too.

After reading the content while holding back her stomach, Lenata quickly realized that these leaders would never be as obedient as they claimed.

Because she has witnessed her parents step by step toward their demise as they "seek death" and she knows very well:

If a group of idealists go crazy, they have nothing to fear.

"Sooner or later Piltover will pay for this."

Lenata sneered at her Piltover friends, despising their shortsightedness.

but...

She also has their shortsightedness to thank.

Because it's not just Wind Leader who will make Piltover pay the price, but also her.

The people of Piltover thought she was a friend. But Lenata was no friend of Piltover. What she really wants to be is...Lord of the Twin Cities!

"Have the new batch of slave workers arrived at the factory?"

Renata temporarily forgot about the unpleasantness brought to her by the leader and focused on her truly important cause.

"Arrived at the factory." The secretary replied: "The receptionist is taking them to visit the factory, and they should be sent to the 'sterilization room' soon."

A glimmer of expectation flashed in Lenata's eyes, even though she had experienced similar things many times.

She asked again: "What was the 'disinfecting success rate' in the last round?"

"90%." The secretary replied: "After the formula is improved, it should be higher this time."

"Very good." Lenata nodded with satisfaction.

This data is already very close to her plan requirements.

She put down the boring sales report and stood up happily: "Let's go, it's time to greet our new members."

.............................

Chuck and his fellow slave workers were already looking forward to their beautiful life in the future.

Being able to have enough food, clothing, and a place to live, not being beaten, scolded, or humiliated, and helping each other as a “family.” This is enough.

Even if the work is tiring and painful, they are still satisfied.

With such a mood in mind, Chuck and the others followed the factory foreman to the so-called "disinfecting room" without any doubt.

This extermination chamber is... a little weird.

Its door is made of steel, the door body is thick and solid, and its edges are attached to the wall without any gaps, looking like a submarine's airtight hatch.

Pushing open the door and looking inside, I saw that the "disinfecting room" was fairly spacious, but there were no exits or windows inside.

A row of high-power exhaust fans were installed on the wall, but they were not turned on. Pipes with unknown functions are entrenched on the walls and ceiling, and the openings of the pipes are faintly facing downwards.

Seeing this kind of structured room, outsiders may not have much reaction.

But most of the Zaan residents who deal with alchemy technology all day long can recognize it at a glance:

Isn't this Tham the gas chamber used by the alchemy barons for human experiments?

"Go in." The factory foreman just smiled and encouraged everyone to go in.

For some reason, Chuck found his smile slightly creepy.

"This, here..." Chuck plucked up his courage and asked on behalf of everyone: "Sir, is this really... a disinfecting room?"

The slave workers faintly felt that something was wrong.

But in the next second, the factory foreman took the lead and stepped into the "disinfecting room" first:

"Haha, don't be nervous, everyone. If we Golask Industry wants to harm you, why do we need coaxing?"

"This is really just a disinfecting room."

Hearing this, the doubts of Chuck and others were instantly dispelled.

That's right... If the Alchemy Baron wants to experiment with slaves, why would he need to cheat? Even if you force them directly by force, they will not be able to resist.

Besides, the factory foreman himself took the lead in going in, and he had to accept the disinfecting together with them. There must be no danger here.

Soon, Chuck and others obediently walked into the "disinfecting room".

The hatch of the disinfecting room was closed, forming an absolutely confined space.

And just when Chuck and the others thought that the next step was to spray disinfectant gas, the ceiling of this sterilization room opened to both sides amidst the sound of the mechanism running.

On the steel ceiling, there is actually a layer of glass hidden.

And through this transparent ceiling, a woman is standing high above the heads of the crowd, looking down at them with contemptuous eyes.

She was wearing a mechanical breathing mask, an elegant lady's suit with a shawl, and a mechanical prosthesis with intricate patterns on her right arm, holding a delicately designed alchemy technology snake rod. Every gesture was filled with the majesty of the superior.

Just standing on a high place makes people unconsciously want to worship.

"Lord Renata!" The factory foreman's eyes lit up with enthusiasm as soon as he saw her: "Everything is ready."

"Very good." Renata looked down at the slave workers under her feet: "Welcome everyone, join us in Golask Industry."

"Since everyone has signed that contract, now, it's time for you to ask me—"

"I offer your allegiance."