Everyone is bewildered at the System Window hovering in front of them, and from their expression, I can say for certain that none of them have gained the acknowledgement of the new System.
Since that is the case, it is very likely that this is as far as they can go, statistically speaking anyway, as it has been a while since the formation of the Zone. Four days is long enough for most people to obtain a skill or an ability.
Not as good as a Class, however.
In the previous timeline, not everyone who had survived the Zone managed to obtain a Class. Despite having proven themselves by killing the required amount of undead, the System doesn't acknowledge them by granting them a Class.
No one really knows why that is the case, but I have theorized that there must be a limit to how many Classes the System can grant, at least to humanity as a species. Likewise, my Merchant class is unique because only one can be granted to humanity.
That would explain why there are no second human merchant within the Merchant Guild. As a matter of fact, I do not remember meeting two Merchants from the same race ever before.
If such limit is also imposed on the new System, then there must be a finite number of Skills or Abilities to be granted by the System. Not only that, but I believe that the System cannot grant two people the same skill or ability. Or Alex would have gained the same skill as Jessica already.
"To sign, place your name on the screen and state your real name," I instruct everyone. "If you choose to, you will work for me until I decide otherwise. In return for a lifetime of servitude, I will make sure that you live through all of this and much more."
"What if we… refuse? Are you going to kill us?" one of the women questions. She is a staff at the bank from her attire. Or what left of it anyway.
I eye her, causing her to flinch. "No. There is no need for me to dirty my hands when the monsters will do it for me. Or maybe by your own hands. If you think you have what it takes to survive the onslaught, then by all means, go ahead."
My attention turns towards the previously armed men. "As for you guys, there is no choice. You either work for me or I will make you join your friends on the floor."
That statement gets them all to sign. It manages to get some of the women to sign as well, as they do not want to die by my hands or otherwise. They must have gone through hell.
"This is a slave contract! We have to carry out all your orders without questions regardless of whatever it is?" another person speaks out. A man this time, and from his nametag, he is upper management.
The System Window in front of him disappears at my command, as I face him. "I am sure that everyone can read the contract themselves, so there is no need for your outburst. As for the rest, you have only five more seconds to decide."
Some people sign it immediately, and once the five seconds are up, I dismiss all the windows and then head towards the exit. As I do so, those who have signed a contract with me disappears, causing a few screams here and there.
Once I am at the door, I eye the remaining people in the room. Only a handful left. "Good luck."