episode_0190

As soon as I stepped outside, a blue light flashed in the distance and several buildings were buried in ice.

I’m not the only one who came out to hear the explosion.

People staying at the inn I was staying at also came out wondering what was going on, and some people from private homes even came out carrying weapons.

Maybe it’s because the world is like this, but I see a lot of people wearing swords and armor.

I walked through them toward the most intense scene in town.

It is a town with a low density, with few buildings taller than three stories, but it is crowded.

There is a faint smell of iron mixed in with the pungent burning smell.

City center.

A place with a building surrounded by barbed wire.

There are soldiers and people fighting there.

Usually, when soldiers and civilians fight, we think that soldiers should unilaterally kill people, but here, there are many people who have a certain level of individual force.

That level of certainty is not simply the level of fighting with clubs.

There are those who defend in front with swords, bludgeons, and shields, while there are those who fire powerful magic from behind.

While the civilian side looks like a fantasy-like armed group, the military opposing them looks more like a futuristic army, armed with wind-up mechanical weapons that look like something straight out of steampunk.

That’s weird.

What’s strange is that no one on the civilian side uses a wind-up machine.

Because only the poorest people could afford to use wind-up machines.

If you think about the wind-up machine that suddenly starts killing people on an airship, you get the idea. It’s been rendered unusable for some reason.

While I was slowly figuring out the situation, I arrived at the battlefield. Because I’m stupid, reality hit me before I could properly figure out anything.

“Eww!”

Next to me, a man is crying with half his body roasted by fire. The battlefield where magic flies is full of life disappearing in various ways.

It’s a good thing he didn’t die instantly.

I crouched down next to the man and waited until the screaming subsided. At the point when I was completely dazed from the pain and had lost most of my strength to move.

After you have endured until you reach a point where you have to hold on to even a rotten rope, ask yourself this:

“Do you want to live?”

The man mumbles something like that, but he’s too weak to make a sound, but I can hear him.

So, let us recite the contract.

“I’ll give myself to you, but later, when you’ve finished everything, I’ll take everything you have. How about that?”

It’s weird when you look at the context. He asks if I want to live, and then says he’ll give me my life. If you’re in your right mind, you’ll ask what the hell you’re talking about.

But what if this is the situation? Shouldn’t we grab onto even a shred of hope?

Damn.

Soon, the whole body hardens like porcelain and falls apart, and blue skin is visible inside. Oh my. It was really dying.

If your limbs are blown away, or you have a serious illness, it ends with white skin.

anyway.

The man stood up with a dumbfounded look on his face. I also stood up and said this to the man.

“Do what you want.”

And then move on to the next target.

Of those who witnessed the man come back to life, the one who was injured was the first to approach.

I recite the contract.

That person heals the wounds.

The more I do this, the more people see me treating their wounds, and one by one, they come running to me, begging me to save them.

Hehehe.

“That bitch is treating people! Kill her!”

At that moment, someone shouted loudly from where the soldiers were. I turned my gaze in that direction and saw a soldier wearing a brass-colored exoskeleton, holding a weapon, approaching me.

Then the harvester stops them with a serious expression.

When harvest time comes, all functions increase across the board. Even functions that use magic power increase.

Those who were once defeated return to the battlefield stronger.

Plus, your intelligence increases.

It means that it hits the weak points a little better.

As the balance of power shifts, the soldiers begin to give way. The wounded are turned into harvesters and run out to fight again.

One man’s fortune is another man’s misfortune. A heavy brass armored figure, spraying blue magic, rises into the air and flies towards me, seemingly to catch me as a healer.

But unfortunately, all of their attacks ended in failure.

As soon as I took flight, I was hit by magic coming from all directions and fell to the ground. The battle changed.

The soldiers are trying to kill me, and the civilians are trying to protect me.

As the corpses of soldiers slowly pile up, I approach this soldier. A dying soldier trapped in a dented brass armor.

There are a lot of broken springs stuck in the half-bursted side. It’s a wound that wouldn’t be surprising if it caused instant death.

I approach the person and recite the contract.

At that moment, everything around became quiet.

“Why, Seo?”

A dying soldier asks me a question.

So I said this.

“Because I’m dying.”

I believe that he will not refuse to become a harvester. And he responded to that belief.

His whole body turned into porcelain, and his brass armor cracked open, revealing a blue-skinned man emerging from an egg.

“Do what you want to do from now on.”

Then he struck his head on the ground, or in other words, he bowed down.

“I will follow you.”

There’s something about it that gives off a religious vibe. And what’s scarier is that it’s contagious in an instant.

The people around me also bow to me one by one.

No, isn’t it a bit strange that some kind of pseudo-religion is created when one doesn’t want it? Isn’t it normal to just say “thank you” and praise my morality?

Or is there such an ungrateful behavior as, “Thank you for treating me. Now die!”?

There is no brainwashing function in making it into a harvester!

“Bell? Now, what is this… … .”

When I turned my head, Victoria was standing a little ways away. Nearby, Polaris was also shaking, holding onto Victoria’s clothes.

But Victoria?

Why are you making such a face that says it’s finally coming?

Are you making such an expression that it seems natural for me to be worshipped? Hey, have you forgotten the moment when you and I first met?

It was a monster fish that was well over 7 meters long, right?

It’s very quiet around here now. It’s strangely quiet, except for the voices in the distance, from the barbed wire-enclosed fortress, yelling at the top of their voices to kill that bitch.

As if they had never fought before, they stopped fighting and bowed their heads toward me.

No… … . Yeah.

Let’s just use it this time. We need more harvesters now. The person ordering the attack here right now is most likely not the one who did all this.

That means we need more harvesters.

If the clockwork machine turns against the enemy, it’s probably going to be more disadvantageous for this side. So we need more eyes just to figure out the situation.

“Bring the injured person.”

This may increase the number of worshippers, but later on, you can just kick them out whether they like it or not.

As soon as I finished speaking, someone who was badly injured and on the verge of death was brought in.

As the wounded pile up one by one in front of me, I approach them and recite the contract.

Since it’s close to a civil war, there’s someone there who was made into a harvester earlier. Let’s just let this one die. Once it becomes a harvester, it can’t be healed again.

Becoming a harvester means throwing a cup of people into a puddle of water called me. When the cup is full of me, I become a harvester.

It’s irreversible. Once something goes in, it can’t be put back in.

Take it out and put it back in? Why? Why should I give up the warmth that came into my hands? I’d rather make the next harvest.

Anyway, if you ignore the harvester, you know I’m not worthy of worship.

That was when.

A faint beam of light bursts out from behind the building and passes by where I am. Then, the memory of the harvester I just got flashes back to me.

A precursor to the Daesung Weapon Craft Nine.

And that Craft Nine is a weapon that shoots beams at airships.

oh.

***

A very thin thread of light shoots out from the wall of the building, passes through the place where the bell is, and reaches the building on the other side.

The moment when people wonder what this light is.

“All damage!”

The man who was a soldier next to Belle hugged Belle and threw himself on her, shouting.

Most of the people there, including Victoria, froze in their seats, not knowing what he meant, but a few moved.

For example, someone who knew what this phenomenon was, like the soldier who wrapped Bell, or someone who felt it and avoided it before thinking about it, or someone like Polaris who had been holding onto Victoria’s clothes because she wanted to get out of this place from the beginning, could move.

They threw themselves into the other side of the light, holding what was precious to them.

and.

Paaah!

A thick pillar of light replaced the faint line of light, while a tremendous amount of heat heated the air along its path.

Dozens of people present at that moment melt into the light and vaporize.

Meanwhile, Polaris, who had grabbed Victoria’s body and pulled her back, took the heat wave on her back.

The weapon called Craft Nine is a weapon created to deal with large objects such as flying battleships, which are flying fortresses, or large flying monsters.

What would happen if you fired that into the city?

Not only did the excess heat literally vaporize everything in its path, but the superheated air quickly expanded, creating a shock wave that caused secondary damage.

But the attack itself is just a simple beam of light.

The light quickly faded, leaving only a passageway through which a hazy light rose.

Victoria, who had avoided fatal injuries thanks to Polaris, who had grabbed Victoria’s upper body and pulled her behind him, stood up when the strength holding her back disappeared.

Then, the scorching hell comes into view.

Victoria turned her gaze to Polaris, who was right next to her, and groaned without realizing it.

Polaris is dying, with severe burns on her back and most of her hair gone. Unless she receives some first aid, she will die.

Thinking so, Victoria unconsciously looked for Belle.

Hoping that Belle would somehow cure him.

Amidst the boiling ground and the charred corpses, or people dying with burns, Victoria found the person she was looking for.

In fact, I found exactly what I was looking for.

Pure white hands and hems.

Bell’s hand.

But there is no more flesh left. Blackened charcoal extends to the elbows, and beyond that, pure white bones are exposed.

Even that boils and melts away.

The moment I realized what that meant.

“Eeee!”

Victoria roared.

Okay, let’s take a look at some of the superpowers Victoria has.

Control water.

Filled with rage, she half lost her mind and summoned up all her strength.

And this is a port city.

Water is everywhere.

As if in response to Victoria’s anger, not only the moisture in the air but also the sea water around the harbor is dragged onto Victoria.

Streams of water shot out from all directions and pooled in a clump above Victoria’s head.

The clumping water gradually fills the sky, and soon the sky turns into water surface.

And then the water continues to increase in volume without stopping, drawing in the sea water far away.

Soon the small port city was literally on the bottom of the sea.

Deep in the ocean. In the middle of the deep sea where not a single light reaches. The girl who created a prison of fierce hatred, determined not to leave even a single enemy behind, takes a deep breath and exhales.

And with a determined expression, Victoria Bett began to crush her enemies.

Just like we once did at Daegon’s forward base.