The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 158: Nothing is going smoothly (13)

I entered my lodging, relaxed as if nothing had happened, and the day passed.

Today, once again, a class that isn’t really important to me is going on, and I watch it. Unlike other people, I don’t need to care about my grades or put in any effort to gain knowledge.

If I need it, I can just create a harvest season, right?

While observing the class, I look at the world through the perspective of a harvest season.

The Purple Twilight Association of Vern City.

It’s an organization created for survival during the incident in Vern City. Originally, it was formed accidentally by the second harvest season, but after the accident, it officially became a charitable organization and gained attention. The royal family funded it.

Officially, it wasn’t the royal family providing support, and even the office staff didn’t have clear evidence of where the money came from.

However, some harvest seasons figured out where the funding came from. I overheard what they were saying.

And when the support was cut off, those who felt wronged banded together.

Of course, not all harvest seasons are causing trouble in the Purple Twilight Association. In fact, it’s only a very small portion of them.

But sometimes, the loud ones end up representing the majority. And when that happens, others are swept into it, participating just because of the majority.

This is clearly going to escalate into a big conflict.

In fact, right now, someone in the office is gathering people and inciting them. They’re shouting that the office stole the money and must return it.

The office side organizes the financial transactions and presents them, but the person shouts that it’s a lie. The person probably knows it’s true.

But, here, the truth doesn’t matter.

What matters more is that they feel they’ve been wronged and are determined to get it back.

It’s selfish.

And that’s fine.

As long as one is alive, they must prioritize their own survival. It’s natural for living beings to act like this.

That’s why self-sacrifice is seen as valuable. Would it have value if everyone did it? I like a world like this. A world where actions made for others’ sake are noble.

In other words, it’s a world overflowing with selfish people.

In a world full of selfish people, selfish actions are the norm.

Just now, a selfish few went into the office, overturned tables, and kicked chairs to break them.

The atmosphere is tense. Arguments break out, and people grab each other by the collar, shouting.

But it doesn’t go all the way. Especially the person who was the most furious stopped when others around them intervened.

It seems like they listened to the others and stopped, but I know.

They stopped intentionally. Being held back and retreating is part of the plan.

Because they have experience. If you look at their memories, it all started when they weren’t paid at their previous job. To get that money, they had to straddle the line between legal and illegal, extracting money through pressure. But I saw the person who took the lead getting arrested by the police.

They take the methods they’ve learned and abuse them.

While working, they demand extra pay under various excuses, and when it’s not given, they stop working or gather people and raid places where money should be paid. In that way, they get more money. The one leading the charge, though, is replaced by someone else.

These people became harvest seasons.

In simple terms, a harvest season only increases stats; they don’t change anything else.

That means, the villain remains a villain. Of course, not everyone is the same. There are people who can change.

But those are one in a hundred, one in a thousand.

In other words, more than 90% don’t change or become even worse. So, even if I do nothing, warmth will be given automatically.

That 90% is the harvest season I’m seeing.

Right now, they’re laughing as they go back. They brag about how frightening they looked, saying that this way, others will join in, and when the time comes, they can pin the blame on others while just taking the money for themselves.

When I hear their laughter full of desire, I feel good too.

I hope they get to do what they want.

Meanwhile, the harvest seasons obtained from the Brightshin area are in a similar situation.

Do the people from the slums change just because their bodies are cleaned up? After the first day, they realize nothing in their reality has changed and do the same things again.

They do dirty work, using their bodies recklessly. Since their strength increased, they easily fall into violent activities.

There are some trying to change among them.

I see people writing down the knowledge I’ve been giving, scattered in various places.

Maybe I put in too much information, but they’re writing everywhere, on walls, floors, objects, and anything they can find, as if they’re possessed.

People around them say they’ve finally gone mad.

Anyone would think that.

I wonder if they’re truly understanding it or if I need to reduce the amount of information. I remember the amount of information when I sent Yasle’s memories, so I put in that much. But seeing this phenomenon, could the memories of people and non-human entities be different?

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I’ll keep an eye on them, and if they completely lose it, I’ll reduce the data.

Aside from that, everything else is going smoothly.

Vern City is about to fall into turmoil, and in Brightshin, people with Daegon and Primordial Heavenly Sovereign’s techniques are growing.

As I observe the harvest seasons, the morning class quickly finishes, and lunch break arrives.

“Belle, I’m so tired...”

As soon as I sat down, Victoria started complaining.

Yesterday, while I went to the royal castle, Victoria went to the wind-up knight school for separate classes.

It’s not every day, just once every few days, but it seems quite exhausting for her.

“Is that so?”

“There’s so much to do. It takes time to get to the wind-up knight school.”

As she said that, Victoria began eating the food in front of her. Grains, vegetables, meat, fruits—a rich meal in many ways.

Most notably, the heavy use of spices shows that this is a good school.

Back when I lived with Soo, even salt was a luxury.

“So, are you going to give up?”

“No. It’s harder than before, but it’s not impossible. Still, it’s hard. Belle, you empathize with me!”

She said that while cutting the meat and eating it...

“I met the king yesterday.”

“Hmm. I’ll stop empathizing. Let’s drop that subject.”

As soon as I spoke, the dining hall suddenly quieted. No one was looking at us, but it became quiet as if they were eavesdropping, and Victoria quickly stopped the topic.

It’s strange that they’re not interested. So, I decided to skip the details and only tell Victoria what she needs to know.

“Then, I’ll just tell you what I need to.”

“To me?”

“I’m getting a guard. Take care of yourself.”

Victoria looked at me with a puzzled expression when I mentioned a guard.

“Why?”

“I guess the issue with Brightshin recently might have caused it.”

Strictly speaking, it’s not really a guard; it’s more like surveillance. Not just any surveillance, but a manager sent to control me.

Even though they could have just sent someone to watch me without telling me, they’ve assigned someone like this because they need someone to communicate their orders.

And there’s also the matter with the witch.

“I don’t know when the guard will arrive, but when they do, I guess I won’t be alone for long, right?”

I said, glancing around. If someone is going to do something to me, I wanted to make sure they didn’t wait too long.

“Wow, you’re getting a guard? The paper today still calls you the miracle person, the apostle of a god, so it’s not really that strange.”

Victoria nodded in agreement.

“So, who’s coming? A man? A woman? How old? A knight, maybe?”

She showed interest in who the guard would be.

“I don’t know. I just got notified that someone will come, and I’ll know when they arrive.”

“You’ll probably see them at school, then. Well, really, what a strange story. This sounds like something from another world, but here we are.”

If you think about it, Victoria is from the commoner class, and people who go to this school are from the noble class, so it’s not surprising. Of course, there are also some nouveau riche children at this school.

The term “nouveau riche” here refers to people who have land and capital but can’t participate in the noble class’s rituals. They usually try to climb higher by absorbing the bloodlines here.

Victoria doesn’t have capital, so she might not have been called here for her abilities. Perhaps she was taken as a hostage to use me.

At first, I thought it was because she helped save Vern City, but if that were the case, other harvest seasons would have been here too.

There were others who became harvest seasons, awakened their superpowers, and helped solve the crisis. There were children her age who could have been more helpful.

So, Victoria being here is almost an accident.

“Adapt.”

“You can be really harsh sometimes.”

I shrugged. I’m not saying it harshly, but it’s better to view things from the listener’s perspective.

If needed, I’ll soften my words a little.

Afterward, we chatted casually while finishing lunch. Of course, most of the conversation was Victoria talking.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been staying at Victoria’s house for a while, but she doesn’t find it strange.

After lunch, we took a short break before afternoon class.

After the class ended and the teacher left, someone approached me.

A girl with long, dark hair and sharp animal-like ears sticking up from her head.

It’s Shekal. I don’t know her full name. I only know she’s from the Shekal family.

“Lady Shiodor is calling you. Follow me.”

As always, her tone is sharp and blunt. From her expression, it seems she harbors no personal hatred; this is just her natural demeanor.

Whispers start around us.

“What do we do?”

Victoria subtly approaches and asks from behind.

“Go ahead first.”

I replied, looking at Shekal, who is a head taller than me.

“We’re going.”

Shekal nodded and immediately turned, leading the way. Looking at her now and back then, she really seems like a hunting dog.

As before, we go straight along the left side of the central hall.

Then, we take a sharp turn and go straight, reaching the innermost room.

Shekal stops at the entrance and I step inside.