episode_0168

While I was working on my after school harvester craft project.

The city of Bern eventually became a battlefield.

first.

People gathered in front of the city hall where the mayor works, holding pickets and protesting. They had a justification, since some people had already died. They protested by throwing objects like rocks and bottles of liquor.

It was a very peaceful protest.

If it were a country in the world of faded memories, it might be called a violent protest, but that’s strange. A typical protest is not that different from a riot.

Since humans are creatures that find it difficult to change without shedding blood, it would be strange if they were peaceful.

But one of the protesters demanded an investigation into the truth.

It’s not simply a question of why the accident in Bern City happened, but why there’s a problem with the clockwork machinery in Bern City right now, and why hasn’t anything been done about it even though we’ve been warning about it for ten years.

When the person who asked this question died, the survivors asked the question in a public place.

Instead of an answer to that question, fire came flying.

The police massacred protesters.

Not only the men and women who were participating, but also people passing by, and even children, were caught up and died.

The man who was running away in panic when his head was blown off and he died instantly became enraged and started fighting.

And there were a lot of harvesters in that protest.

There have been many different types of superhumans, from those who can control water like Victoria, or fire, to those who can display incredible strength that humans would never be able to.

Police armed with clockwork machines and protesters with superpowers.

At first, the police, with their powerful clockwork machines at the forefront, had the upper hand. However, most people with secondary education in this world can use magic.

The police do have powerful wizards, but they outnumber the protesters. Plus, they have superpowered people.

Rather, the protesters had more power.

So the police were gradually pushed back by the angry protesters, and eventually they were forced to take cover inside the city hall.

And then there was a problem.

It wasn’t the police’s wind-up machines, but the industrial wind-up machines that held the world together that started killing people.

As if someone had ordered it, they were being run over by machines all over Bern City. And this time, they weren’t going out of control like last time. Simple wind-up machines were fine, but the ones with some level of intelligence, like the taxis from Cogni Transport, were the problem.

It wasn’t a rampage like last time, but it was targeting people and attacking them.

Here and there, clockwork machines kill people. There are works of art where machines rebel in faded memories, but this is more like a human ordering people to kill.

A few taxis would drive into a particular house, leaving people nearby alone, and then crash into it and blow it up, or the house would be covered in blood.

I was moving with a clear goal in mind.

Again, if you ban some knowledge, it will spread widely.

This is what they want to hide.

The powertrain of the current wind-up machine is defective. It uses horsepower to create kinetic energy, but there is a problem with its structure itself.

It sucks in 100 horsepower, uses 80 horsepower, and releases 20. The problem is this 20. It is clearly horsepower, and it shows up as horsepower on the detector. However, if you collect this 20 and make it 100 and put it into the machine, the machine won’t work.

The harvester’s data shows that this is called heterogeneous horsepower, which is horsepower that cannot be used by machines or people.

Of course, if left alone, it will return to its original horsepower, but in a city like Bern City where there are many power plants, the speed at which it accumulates is faster than the horsepower returning naturally.

That’s when the critical point was crossed.

At least that’s what we know from the data we’ve collected during the harvest season.

There is something similar in my faded memory. The Great Smog of London. In terms of talent, it is similar to this incident.

Looking back through the memories of the harvest season, it seems like there hasn’t been an incident like this before, so Bern City is the first incident.

The most developed city. Bern City.

So there were so many power plants that nature couldn’t handle, and there were accidents that were going to happen. And I could vaguely guess why the wind-up machines were attacking people.

Clockwork machines are spreading throughout the world with their convenience and generating enormous wealth. The powertrain that goes into almost all clockwork machines is an engine that is almost impossible to replace.

There is a similar group in my faded memory. Oil companies. They desperately denied global warming because they might lose the money they made.

It will be the same.

In order for the foundation not to be shaken, you can do anything as long as you have money.

So the city of Bern is on fire again.

The first incident was a disaster where people rolled up their sleeves and worked together for each other, but the second incident was a situation where people killed each other.

Meanwhile, the harvester is using its power to kill people, so warmth is pouring in.

Confusion feels really good.

It’s just a little strange that no one is talking about Bern City.

Even if it is a controlled broadcast, I wonder if it is controlled to this extent. It is either the royal family involved, or the news agency is on the clockwork side.

Or both.

So, as I watched one side of this country through someone else’s eyes, I went out again today with my escort to drag out the witch.

Just walk down a path you’ve never been on before, uncover the map, and go to the crying person next to the harvester to make him into a harvester.

Today, I made a man into a harvester who was preparing to die after suffering a torn jaw and chest in an accident at work.

When on earth will the witch come?

She walks along the road, wishing she had as much knowledge as Yasle.

But I can’t go back to my accommodation.

The length is strange.

Late afternoon.

The sun is starting to set now. Even though tomorrow is a holiday, there is no one around, and the streetlights are just starting to turn on, blinking on the empty road.

Not only was the road empty, but the path I was walking on suddenly changed completely. Even Merryweather, who had been by my side just a moment ago, disappeared from my side.

witch?

But there’s no one around.

The buildings you see around you are not the ones you remember. In addition, the doors and windows are boarded up, making it difficult to get in.

Moreover, the interior of the building, visible through the darkness, is a mess.

Cobwebs, dust, and broken furniture. It looks like it’s been neglected for a long time.

I looked up at the sky and saw dark, gloomy clouds moving around. It wasn’t a proper sky.

If I go back in time a little, there weren’t that many clouds in the sky.

If you’re not sure, you should try completing the map.

With that thought in mind, I walk forward.

Then I see a shadow of a person in front of me. But it’s not a person. It’s not a living creature in the first place.

There is no light inside.

But it walked towards me, with a watch and brass fittings haphazardly stuck on half of its head, and a vein pulsing between them. It was dressed like a regular gentleman, but Kanna remembers it as being out of style for over 80 years.

The half-cut eyeball moves and looks down at me.

I look up at it.

The half-cut section is covered with glass, and inside the clock hands move. Along the long tube, above the iron bar rising above the head, a yellowish fat mass sways. Two of them pierce the gentleman’s hat.

It’s not strange since he wasn’t alive in the first place.

“It’s late. It’s late. It’s late.”

It opened its mouth, its last words trailing off with an unpleasant crackling sound.

And it reached out and pointed somewhere.

“Find it. Faster. Buzz buzz buzz.”

He immediately turned around and ran forward, pulling out strange sentences as if they had been translated through a translator.

The legs were weird. They were like compressed steel pipes rather than meat legs, and they straightened out and flew away.

Pew pew.

With a loud and comical sound, it disappeared from my sight in an instant, and as if telling me to follow, fragments like screws and clockwork fell along the path it had taken.

A magical space.

I followed his lead.

Woof!

No, I was trying to move it.

But the ground has collapsed. The scattered bricks are intact. Beyond the bricks, you can see the brass drainpipe and the very dry earth. It’s dry, as if there was a hole here from the beginning.

Usually, the soil is wet after being dug up.

And then it falls down.

Down. Down. Down. Amazingly, the walls have turned into bookshelves. There are countless books, or books eaten by bugs. Sometimes, there are books that are wet or on fire.

chin.

And surprisingly lightly it fell to the sandy bottom.

When I jumped onto the water surface at Cheonmasingyo, my lower body was shattered. But here, I’m fine. It’s like I’m in a dream.

That’s weird.

I haven’t slept since I became a monster. The body I use sleeps often, but my mind is always awake.

I don’t know if this is a dream or reality, or if I’m in an illusion.

I don’t know if you can tell the difference in the first place.

I look up. I see the hole I fell into, surrounded by rocks. I look down and see a cave filled with darkness. I look down even further and see the dead body of a rat.

Ppoong!

Then I heard the same sound I had heard a moment ago from above my head.

As I lift my head up, looking away from the rat’s corpse, something with a clock stuck diagonally across its head has landed on the floor. In his hand is a child who wasn’t there a moment ago.

There’s a broken bottle stuck in his head, and it’s even on fire. His hands are tattered and his legs are limp. There’s something about it that you can see through them.

White skin. Purple hair.

This is the child who was revived a while ago. And this is the child who died today.

It’s not a big deal that he died. Unfortunately, the child who was able to walk was running around excitedly and bumped into the dresser. And unfortunately, the jam jar that was on top of it fell right on his head.

It was unfortunate that the house where the child who could not walk lived never had the opportunity to learn how dangerous it was for a child to wander around.

And in the hands of the clock head is a child with a brain in his head filled with jam. The child waves at me. But before I can talk to the child, the clock head stretches out its legs like a spring again and runs forward, making a funny sound.

Hmm.

I can’t see it from a child’s perspective, so that’s not a harvester.

I can’t reproduce it that far.

Since following it seemed to be the only way to escape this world, I walked towards where the clock head had gone.