episode_0155
by fnovelpiaIt’s the weekend.
After meeting Polaris, I assumed someone would approach me, whether it was Theodore or someone else, but it wasn’t.
As expected, it’s difficult to predict the future.
But in the meantime.
I became convinced that the people I know and the people living in this world are the same.
Purple Twilight Society.
They didn’t know where the money came from, so when the money was cut off and the support of the Purple Twilight Society, who were doing charity work, weakened, suspicions quickly began to creep in.
Suspicion that someone is embezzling money or that they have already received everything they were owed and are pretending not to know.
Everyone was suspicious of each other, and the person in charge of managing the money or leading the group got a lot of flak.
If goodwill continues, there will be people who feel it is natural, right?
That’s it.
The person above is a bad person because he didn’t give them the support they should have received!
Of course, the person in charge said that support had been cut off, but some people didn’t believe it. Although it’s a very small percentage in terms of the overall ratio, there are people who are only vocal.
There are people there who have learned enough to learn, and there are people who have not learned enough.
They say that by blowing the problem out of proportion, they are exploiting the profits of those in the field without any regard for their hard work.
I guess you forgot that Purple Twilight is a charity.
Hehehe.
yet.
They haven’t fought enough to kill each other yet.
But that group, which is a mix of harvesters and non-harvesters, now plots to attack the office workers and take whatever they can from them. They devise a cowardly plan to incite the people so that they will not be harmed.
People who seek to instigate and profit from the fighting among people.
It doesn’t matter to them whether it’s true or not.
The only thing that’s on your mind is that you didn’t get what you deserved and that they’re the ones at fault.
That’s great.
If possible, I would like to make the person next to me into a harvester. The image of the harvester has already been provided by the Dormiens royal family.
So you don’t have to worry about your image being tarnished and becoming a public enemy like in the second world.
You’ll be able to get some warmth within a few days.
The problem is that if you fight, the number will decrease… … .
No, wait a minute.
Now, you don’t have to worry about the image of the harvester, right?
We need to extend the harvest season. It’s good that the harvesters and people are fighting each other to get warmth. But there’s a problem.
An experiment I’m doing.
Daegon and Wonsicheonjon. Which technique can send people up higher more easily?
Culture is made of blood. When technology is built up, blood flows out, and the dough covered with culture prevents it from collapsing. However, if technology rises too high before that, it rises in a tattered state.
And one day, when the blood and meat are scattered on the floor, they won’t touch. Then one day, the tower will collapse from the flowing blood.
What collapses then is not technology, but humanity.
Even if the bricks of technology are piled up behind it, the tower of humanity will not be built. It will just fall to the ground.
There were many of them even in my faded memories.
In countless factories where workers are dying every day, nothing changes. No matter how much you talk about it, it’s easy to dismiss it as nothing happened.
When human life is less important than the inconvenience of countless others, the world takes it for granted to destroy people. It only has to do it once.
Just once.
Well, that’s it.
It never goes back to the way it was. Once you overcome a hurdle, it’s easy to overcome it again. After that, no matter how many people die, it becomes the same thing over and over again.
Now people say this.
Why are you acting so nice?
Broken morals are wonderful.
It means a world where you can constantly get warmth.
That’s exactly what I want.
A world where people talk about having value, but in reality, they don’t move for that value.
It lasts long because it doesn’t go to extremes, and the people inside ignore the people who die because of the comfort of the middle ground. A world like that will move forward very far, even if it staggers.
That means you can get warmth for a very long time. And that will increase as the number of people increases.
But if this fight shortens the harvest season too much, technological advancement will be delayed.
Therefore, we need to prepare in advance, thinking about the future.
I went out without hesitation. If I hadn’t gone out, I would have stayed in my room all weekend.
The funny thing is, none of the workers ever asked me where I was going. When I told them I was going out, they just changed my clothes and sent me straight away.
So, I leave the house and go out to the street, and walk straight along the main road.
The location is a slum in the capital.
If this is a world that is just developing, there must be a lot of things I want there.
A person who is crushed and rotting, and who fervently desires to become my harvest.
A person who runs without thinking even to the slightest light.
A person who, like a lemming, blindly follows what others do and rushes to the bottom.
Tap tap tap.
Walk briskly with short legs.
***
A faint but lingering odor of decay. A mixture of blood, sewage, and the pungent smell of chemicals.
The floor is not a smooth stone floor like the places I have walked on so far, but is almost completely split and worn down to become dirt.
And above that, there are people walking around in dirty clothes.
A man staggering with a red face, perhaps from alcohol or drugs. A woman wearing thin clothes comes out and asks to buy him. An old man who has legs but no feet and is crawling.
Beggars and vagabonds. A place where the dregs of society gather.
I remember originally keeping places like this far away, not in the middle of nowhere. That’s because I’ve been blowing up people who are deeply desperate.
To avoid that, they would have abandoned those who exploited them.
This is in the middle of the city.
Have you forgotten?
Or do these people not realize that they are in such a serious condition?
Of course, I don’t blow it up anymore, but I still have some doubts.
With that thought in mind, I entered the middle of the street.
The good thing is that there is no smoke. Places like this are often places where all kinds of pollution accumulate, but there is none of that here.
If you use too much magic, the city may run out of magic and have side effects like what happened in Bern City, but at best it’s just the smell of uncleaned sewage or rotting creatures.
Unlike places like Whitechapel in faded memories, this is a place where you can take a breather.
As soon as I entered, countless eyes were fixed on me as if welcoming me.
My clothes are pretty clean. You can kill me and strip me, or catch me and sell me.
Walk into the street.
Not only do people look at me, but there are also people following me.
I stand in the middle of the street and stop walking. And I wait for the bait to bite. If a young girl in expensive clothes stands there blankly, people will come to her.
And as expected, a man with a face as black as mud walked towards me. He put his hand on my shoulder and grabbed it as if to prevent me from running away.
“Hey kid. Are you lost?”
“Hello.”
The person you want has come to you.
A man whose face is filled with desire. Let’s use his memory to get him talking.
“I’m screaming.”
“Hey, what’s that woman saying?”
“Hehehe, it’s not me who’s screaming, it’s you.”
A group of skinny men approach from the side. They were kidnapped once on the boat, and they are being kidnapped here too. Is it because this is their territory that they don’t kidnap them right away?
“People should do what they want to do.”
When I say the words that are always on my lips, everyone around me bursts into laughter.
“If you could, I wish you could take off your clothes right now!”
“Hey, look at that pale skin.”
“Isn’t it a little too white?”
Just look at the guy you spoke to first and continue talking.
“There’s something you want to do, but you forgot. Since there’s nothing to support, survival becomes the priority. But you had a dream once, right?”
match.
I got slapped in the face.
“Is your head a flower garden? Do you think the world is a fairy tale? Where did you see such strange things?”
There’s also a lot of dirty talk. But no one around me feels sorry for me. It’s just the right amount of rottenness.
I’m talking about the contract to make a harvester.
“I’ll give myself to you, but later, when you’ve finished everything, I’ll take everything you have. How about that?”
As soon as I finished speaking, the men surrounding me started giggling.
“Oh, she’s giving her body. She must be a saint.”
“Hehehe, man. Isn’t this really a different taste? I told you to take it quickly.”
“Oh my, is that so? Okay. Give it to me quickly. You heartless brat. Huh?”
With so many, I’m sure at least one person will agree.
The promise to do anything for someone is like magic, because if it’s someone weaker than you, it sounds like submission.
A man’s skin turned into porcelain. And then, thud. His skin began to fall off like broken porcelain.
The men move away while screaming.
“What the hell did you do!”
“What the heck? Are you here to cast an evil spell, witch!”
He looks at me in surprise and screams loudly. He screams even louder to hide his fear. But I point my finger at the harvester.
“Uh. What is it? My hand. White. Strange. My body feels cool. It doesn’t itch at all.”
A man with purple hair and white skin looks down at himself with a bewildered expression.
“Because you gave me. You can dream.”
All eyes are on me.
And with a rumbling sound, someone who knows about me tells me about the incident in Bern City.
It was advertised in earnest in the royal family.
With so many people, there’s bound to be at least one person you know.
Doubts soon become enlightenment, and enlightenment again becomes desire. Originally, the basic strategy here was to incite people to believe in God and drag them into a den, but since the royal family seemed to dislike religious overtones, they changed it to a dream.
“Everyone has the right to dream. Do what you want, get what you want, and draw a wonderful future.”
And I deliberately look around slowly and meet the gazes of each person looking at me.
“Stop screaming. I’ll change it for you.”
I didn’t say it gets any better. It’s worse than being shoved into a slaughterhouse, but they won’t know what it is until the moment they die.
So in conclusion I said this.
“Everyone here.”
I’ll make you a harvester. Let’s say it with that meaning, and watch each other’s reactions. When you’re weak, you tend to watch each other’s reactions.
But there are people who are in a hurry.
The slums are a place where such people can exist, so I came here.
A wealthy person might see it as a scam and ignore it. Or maybe they’d think a little more and get away with it. But not here.
“Are you saying this will make it better?”
see.
A large man with half his face crushed, apparently from an accident, walks toward me.
I immediately recited the contract, and the man accepted. He was not only completely cured, he was healthier. People who saw the man touching his unblemished face soon came running to me.
They rush in, fearing they might miss their turn.
The rest is easy.
I signed a contract with everyone regardless of gender or age.
In this location alone, a total of 15,239 harvesters were obtained.
Now let’s push memories into them. If the experiment is successful, the lowest ones will have cool technology.
oh my god.
The socially disadvantaged have become more valuable?
It’s obvious even without me saying it.
Now all I have to do is wait.
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