episode_0054

Harmon believed that people live in pursuit of happiness.

Just as Harmon worked hard to create the Steel Earth, the most ideal paradise he could think of, he considered happiness to be the driving force behind their lives.

I want to be happy.

However, as life becomes more difficult and harsh, people tend to pursue easy, easy-to-obtain happiness nearby rather than great happiness far away.

Rather than considering that light happiness as a momentary respite, it becomes the purpose of life.

I saw a person who drank oily liquor so much that he died because he liked the tangy feeling it gave him.

One day, while walking down the street, I saw a dead man who was happily inhaling drugs made from substances produced by the machine, and who was oozing pink liquid from his eye sockets and nostrils.

I saw a man who was so infatuated with a woman that he gave his all to her and then died a miserable death with his insides ripped out.

I thought it was okay to live while pursuing small happiness. A life where you live while accumulating small happinesses would definitely be happy.

However, light happiness is not acceptable.

When people pursue light happiness, they become distorted.

That’s why Harmon decided to dream big and dream of great happiness.

That was the lesson Harmon had learned in his home village as a child, before he began living as a wandering scavenger.

That was the only lesson they taught Harmon as they slowly died on drugs, licking the metal dust from the barrels.

But to put it the other way around, light happiness is just as addictive and deadly.

So Harmon decided to take advantage of that.

I could make drugs if I was told to, but I hated drugs. I had seen so many people die because of them that I felt aversion to them.

How about making a water purifier that filters oil? This was too valuable. It would be better to keep it for yourself for the rest of your life rather than hand it over to someone else.

Weapons? That was ridiculous. Harmon would never give his weapon, which was the result of his accumulated skills, to anyone except someone he could trust and control.

After much deliberation, Harmon came to this conclusion.

“What is this?”

“Ah, the boss made this as a prototype because the guild collectors have been very stressed out lately.”

A worker at Safemaker, a construction company formed by retired scavengers from the Guldari Guild, came to fix a broken tool during his break time, but stopped in his tracks after discovering something.

“Hmm?”

It was an unidentifiable steel cylinder about as thick as a child’s forearm.

The Safemaker worker held the steel barrel, looked it over, and asked.

“Hey, what’s this? A can of happiness. The product name is strange.”

“Ah. It’s nothing special, it’s just an onahole. The thing next to it is a dildo.”

“?”

The Safemaker worker looked incomprehensible.

“Onahole? What kind of can do you put an onahole in and sell it in?”

“It’s pretty good? I tried the one the boss gave me as a gift and it’s amazing. Honestly, I like it better than the prostitutes in our town.”

“Oh. Really?”

The man who had been looking indifferent at those words became a little interested.

“This has self-learning artificial intelligence, so when you use it, it changes to suit your taste.”

“No, why did you care so much about Onahole?”

“There have been a lot of accidents in the town lately, right? Last time, there was an attack by vagrants and some people died, and then there was an attack by robots and the barrier collapsed… Things have gotten a little better thanks to the new fence team that came with the blueprints to build a motorcycle.”

“The Guldari Guild people were definitely on edge.”

“Right? Your behavior has gotten more violent lately.”

People who whisper and curse the Guldari Guild in a low voice.

“That’s where our boss gave us this! To make us feel refreshed and relieved.”

“Indeed. When you’re feeling bad, holding a woman is the best.”

“This worked really well. Everyone gave it a good review, so President Harmon decided to give it to the general public too, so he made more and started selling it.”

“The price is… cheap? 100g.”

“It’s cheap, right? The owner set the price low because he wanted to donate half of it to the villagers.”

“Give me one.”

“Okay, I understand.”

In this way, the onaholes and dildos that started being sold at the Harmon repair shop began to spread quickly throughout Guldari Village.

And the Harmon Repair Shop onaholes and dildos began to receive praise from the townspeople, and the townspeople who had tasted the pleasure they could easily obtain began to rely on the Harmon Repair Shop masturbation devices whenever they felt bad or depressed.

The irony is that the result is a change in their attitudes toward everyday life.

As I was able to easily relieve my bad feelings, I was able to work better and live more motivated. Because my life was so harsh and bleak, one pleasant masturbation became a source of energy and lubricant for my life.

Thanks to that, the Guldari Guild was also very satisfied.

Because the villagers did this, the village’s development speed increased noticeably.

Flora must have been so impressed that she called Harmon over and had a meal with him separately, praising him greatly.

“The onahole and dildo were the best! Please do this from now on!”

“I see you are satisfied.”

“Yes. It’s good that the residents’ attitudes have changed, but it’s also great that we were able to push out the red-light districts that had been neglected to relieve stress even when they took up space and caused accidents.”

A red-light district consisting of several buildings that formed part of Guldari Village.

Considering the small town of Guldari, the number of buildings was by no means small.

In addition, since the red-light district was inevitably deeply connected to physically demanding jobs, the negative influence they had on the Guldari Guild, Harmon Repair Shop, and Safemaker could not be ignored.

But now that the red-light district was finally being pushed out, Flora felt like one of her ailments had been removed.

“But isn’t it too much of a burden to completely eliminate the red-light districts?”

Harmon took a bite of the food that was served before him and spoke, and Flora nodded.

“There was some backlash when they said they were going to eliminate red-light districts, but it was enough to suppress them.”

“That’s fortunate.”

“Yes. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good meal. There were so many accidents in the village that I didn’t feel like I had eaten anything.”

Harmon smiled, saying that was fortunate.

One of those incidents, the leader of the wanderers, is being raised underground by Harmon, and another incident, the runaway robot army, is a robot created by Harmon.

Harmon was one of the causes of Flora’s suffering.

If he found out that Candy had been hacked and that Isaiah and the fence team were brought under his wing, his blood pressure would soar and he would collapse.

“Ah, it’s delicious. This restaurant seems to have gotten better than before. Don’t you think?”

“That’s right.”

“Ah, there are a lot of good things happening these days. The Ulta Team also debuted well… Is this finally the end of hardship and the beginning of happiness?”

Harmon laughed.

He didn’t say anything.

“What happened to the motorcycle?”

A model motorcycle given to Harmon as a reward for the achievements of the Fence Team.

The Guldari Guild, realizing that this was a structure that could actually work, commissioned Harmon Repair Shop to build the motorcycle.

“10 is ready. I think five more will be ready this week. The structure is simple, so I’m giving them work to train my disciples.”

“Oh. I hope there won’t be any problems, right? Just because the disciples made it.”

Harmon nodded confidently.

“Because I’m doing the final inspection.”

Flora nodded with satisfaction and took a sip of her oily drink before speaking.

“Then, tomorrow, would you please pick out five good ones from the completed ones and send them to our guild? I want to show them to the guild members in advance so that we can practice.”

“Okay, I’ll send it to you tomorrow.”

* * *

A military truck was running across the wilderness.

The military truck, which was running relentlessly across the wilderness terrain on its eight wheels, had sharp protrusions all over its body, bumpers with sharp thorns, and large wheels with marks of having run over, crushed, and killed people.

Five motorcycles race side by side with a military truck running in the middle.

“Wheel! Aim for the wheel! Just destroy the wheel and President Harmon will fix it!”

As he spoke, the collector threw the spear he was holding at the wheel of a military truck.

The spear thrown by the collector exploded as it collided with the military truck, ripping off the tire of the truck, which had already been hit several times.

The military truck shakes.

One of the collectors who saw this threw the hook he had attached to his arm and hooked it onto the military truck, and he pulled the hook and got off the motorcycle and onto the military truck.

The motorcycle continued to ride, maintaining its balance on its own using its gyro function, while the collector, riding on top of the military truck, hit the truck’s camera with a pickaxe.

“Look! Now you can’t react even if I climb on you!”

“Hey! Everyone get on!”

The collectors, who had piled onto the military trucks in a huge crowd, started destroying the trucks, starting with the wheels, and then dragged the damaged trucks back to their villages by hooking them to motorcycle winches.

As planned by Harmon, the Guldari Guild, which now has motorcycles, began to advance into a wider wilderness than before.