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Debaucherous x Division

Chapter 7

-VB-

Cooperland Port City

3020.09.20

It took me a day to go through all of the necessary details of the city to finally have a grasp of what I conquered from the suicidal baron. 

The power of clones and psychic links!

And I could explain it in a simplified spreadsheet! 

Cooperland Port City

Barony

Established

2651.05.09

Population

109,554

Area

519 km2 

Urban Density

211 people per km2

Elderly/Disabled

1,652

Adult Men

31,658

Adult Women

30,551

Children

45,693

Visitors

~200

Economy (annually)

Mining export

162k C-Bills 

Tool import

21k C-Bills

Tax & Tariffs

105k C-Bills

Food import

52k C-Bills

Slavery export

variable

Mechwarrior Maintenance

150k C-Bills

Spaceport Services

variable

Infrastructure Maintenance

100k C-Bills

Total

267k C-Bills

173k C-Bills

Everything else not listed was not important. I also crossed out the Mercenary Maintenance cost because, well, I just killed or depossessed them in the fight five days ago. Only two of the mechwarriors survived, and I took both of their mechs as salvage. 

What did the chart show? 

The place was barely surviving with a significant deficit due to mechwarrior maintenance, both personal retinue and mercenary alike. 

But the ledgers didn’t show a deficit, which meant that, most likely, the slave export and spaceport services made up for the deficit and got him profit. At a minimum of 56 thousand C-Bills, which was a lot for a periphery world. It was the equivalent of five highly paid mechtechs among the Great Houses and big name mercenaries, which none of the mechtechs under the former baron received; they were getting anywhere from 2k to 4k C-Bills annually. The average GDP per capita, as far as I could roughly calculate, was around … 100 C-Bills. 

Yes, according to the baron’s own ledgers and that of the port city’s administrative hall’s records, the average person produced - not made for themselves but produced - 100 C-Bills worth of consumption, goods, and services.

The average person produced just enough money to buy one ton of machine gun ammo.

What did this mean? 

Cooperland was so poor that selling raw ores that no one else would bother mining in most places was worth it. Cooperland was so goddamn poor that selling their children was worth it because a young fuckable teenager was worth 500 C-Bills on the slave market. And the ledgers showed that slaves were Cooperland Port City’s most valued export. 

“S-So what are you going to do about the slave market?” Tina asked me. 

I looked up from the books along with my clones at her question. 

We were all at the Cooperland Port City. Tina and Wiska wanted to see somewhere that wasn’t just, you know, a mountain range and an underground fortress and I was here to do work. Well, my clones were. 

“... I should stop it,” I said honestly. “But I don’t think the planet can survive it.”

“Eh?” Wiska asked with wide eyes. 

“Look here,” I said as I gestured to one of the ledgers from the city hall. “Despite the fact that slave trade is an abhorrent practice, they kept it tightly controlled and highly taxed. A 16 year old girl gets sold for 500 C-Bills, but the buyer also has to pay an extra 100 C-Bills as slave sale tax and another 1,000 C-Bills just to participate in the slave market. On average, a buyer pays 5,000 C-Bills in just taxes and entrance fees. Per visit. Half of the tax comes from the slave traders from outside. The moment I shut down the slave market is the moment the city grinds to a halt.”

Tina grimaced. 

“So you’re going to … keep selling people?” 

“I’m not going to get involved in the slave trade myself. Any more than I already am, anyway,” I shrugged. “I’ll try to phase it out, but it’s just too big to tear it down and not expect other problems.”

“... But can’t you, like, feed everyone? And use your clones to do the work?”

“I can, yeah,” I replied. “But why would I do that?”

“Because…” she paused. “Because getting rid of slavery is good?”

“Good for who?”

She opened her mouth and closed it. “For everyone?”

“The prisons from your universe has people working in the mines to death. Isn’t that also slavery?”

“But they’re criminals!” 

“So that makes it okay for the rest of society to turn them into slaves?”

She sputtered but both she and Tina grew quiet. 

“Tina, Wiska…” I sighed. “Slavery is bad. I know that, even if it has some kind of legal guardrails to prevent excess suffering. But at the end of the day, getting rid of slavery right now will cause over a hundred thousand people to suffer more.”

“Then… what exactly are you going to do?”

“Increase the tax to make slavery less lucrative. Forbid slave hunting on Cooperland, which is my world now, I guess. Introduce new laws to outlaw excess suffering. Increase patrols and inspections regularly. So on and so forth,” I replied. “But to do that, I will need good ships that will be able to easily outpace what the locals use. Can you help me with that?”

“Yes!” Tina said with more enthusiasm than I expected. 

“Cool. I have some ship designs I want to use.” 

“You do?” 

“Mhm. I want to make this ship called a Brawler. Imagine a hundred-fifty meters wide, sixty-five meters long, and around thirty meters high high speed, high maneuverability, and high firepower frigate. Its main weapons will be two capital-grade and two subcapital-grade guns along with enough point defense weapons to keep it from being overrun by fighters and missiles. It should have powerful thrusters so that it can maneuver very easily, including strafing.”

Wiska blinked. “So you want to do a broadside without doing a broadside?”

“... Yeah, that sums it up.”

-VB-

Cooperland 

3020.09.29

Back at the mountain base which we needed to name sooner or later, we moved some of the clones out of the mountain mines to the foothills between the mines and Tor Town to set up a shipyard. 

It wouldn’t be anything grand, yet, but it would be enough to produce fighters, shuttles, patrol boats, corvettes, and frigates. Anything bigger than that was going to need a bigger series of infrastructures, because even with Minecraft Gamer bullshit crafting, there were just some things that I couldn’t make without specific tools. For example: fuel injectors. I couldn’t make those with Minecraft crafting. Perhaps I can in the future as Minecraft Steve’s template grew in scope and tier, but right now I can't. Which meant that fuel injectors for the fighters’ jet engines needed to be made by hand or automated machines. 

And that was just for the fuel injector. 

Oddly enough, I could mass produce the turbofans and engine shell casing through Minecraft crafting, so those were two facilities I didn’t need to make, and the Gamer crafting also worked for armor plates (starship and battlemech alike) but not a ship’s superstructure; I had to manually put those together. 

The last bit was the reason why I put the clones to work building the shipyard. 

But because these clones were away from the base, they were also away from Tina, who had become something of a … slut. It wouldn’t be wrong to say that she spent more time in bed with all of my clones than sleeping or working. 

This also meant that the dozen or so clones now living by themselves in the middle of nowhere was not only out of girls to fuck but also lacking entertainment. Psychically linked, we may be, but every feeling and emotion we felt over the psychic link was muted and almost foreign. Otherwise, every single one of us would be cumming at the same time every time everywhere. 

In other words, the clones were getting just enough arousal from watching first person view of fucking Tina and Wiska without their own girls to fuck, and masturbation can only help so much before frustration and blue balling erupts into violence. 

I did try to look for women at Tor Town who would be interested in joining the clones at the shipyard. Yeah, well, there wasn’t anyone willing.

So I bought the shipyard clones their own waifus. 

My clones stood in front of two women who’d just been summoned via the Company purchase: Ochiai and Grace Campbell. Did it say something about me that I bought a divorcee and a widow? 

Or did I just like huge tits and I could not lie?

“Good morning, ladies,” the lead clone greeted them with a smile. Unlike Tina and Wiska, these two were clones who came with all of the relevant information downloaded to help them acclimatize to their new environment. However, the Slutlife Company liked to fuck over everyone, meaning that instead of high quality knowledge downloads, they got the bare minimum to get the job done. 

Meaning the only knowledge download they got was the English language. 

“S-So you are m-my n-new husband?” Ochiai asked me. “H-Husbands?” she added the plural afterwards. 

“Yes,” I had one of the clones reply. “Though we have a lot of bodies, we’re actually just one person.”

“You have multiple bodies?” Grace asked with a surprised look. “I know there are magicians who can use illusion magic…”

“Oh, I very much intend to use magic, or forms of it,” I replied with a smile. “But what allows me to make these clones is less magic and more a special ability. But that’s boring talk! I want to get to know you two! So how about we take you out on a date?” 

Both of the ladies looked pleased by my offer. 

Besides, even if I did buy them to “satisfy” myself, I wasn’t some mannerless bastard. Just like with Tina and Wiska, Ochiai and Grace both deserved time to settle in before we took a step further. 

-VB-

3020.10.03: my clones, utilizing Panacea Template, managed to build upon our previous success in creating a frost-resistant barley and created a frost-resistant wheat. Unfortunately, the gene that codes for the frost resistance is not one but multiple. The frost resistance just took up too much of the gene code that I couldn’t afford to put in better photosynthesis. I’ll have to make a new strain altogether. 

3020.10.05: I showed Tina and Wiska my admittedly shoddy blueprint, and they fixed it. Yippie.

3020.10.11: I got another 20 points stocked up. I would have bought another upgrade for one of my existing templates, like Panacea, but Tina and Wiska begged me to get more sakuradite, which was used in Glasgows’ batteries. Since no such material existed in this universe, I was the only source of it through the Company’s exchange. So I relented. But. Just because I wanted it didn’t mean that they existed… yet they did. There were multiple listings offering sakuradite in literal tons, both raw and refined, for points. So in exchange for all 20 points, I managed to get enough sakuradite to fuel 100 Glasgows if I wanted to. Tina and Wiska, however, had other ideas. 

3020.10.12: Ochiai and Grace wanted something to do more than being waifu, so I offered them a chance to build their own business. To my surprise, they chose to work together to build a cafe. Of course, I would have to supply the beans. Because I was their husband and it was the duty of the husband to take care of the needs (supply) of his wives. Fair enough. 

3020.10.20: The shipyard, which I named Tor Foothills Shipyard, was officially finished! I could now the construction of aerospace fighters at the very least. 

3020.10.21: A “friendly” pirate crew landed on Cooperland.