The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 199: Beauty and the Beast (9)

"“So, do you want to go back now?”

Victoria did not answer Polaris' pleading question.

Whether we return or not, the era has already started to roll forward.

This is because the Purple Twilight Association in Vern City started moving east with devices that use power generators to rapidly distort the magical energy in the atmosphere.

The falling sea earlier, I assumed, was a result of the army and Victoria’s battle, even though there was no clear evidence.

They interpret the results to suit their needs and make judgments based on that.

Moreover, those who went to check exactly what was happening came back saying the army stationed in the east had disappeared.

Without thinking properly about the cause and effect, they moved toward the east, believing everything was going smoothly.

There are factions trying to create a new nation, others trying to start a religious faction, and some wanting to restore Vern City to its original state.

All of them are moving without proper judgment.

Of course, some harvesters have chosen to stay in place.

However, none of them reached the truth. They just fled out of fear of fighting.

They find reasons to escape.

Yes. The order is reversed. They found reasons to stay put because they didn’t want to go.

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What’s interesting is that they found the one who’s stirring things up.

Once that happened, the harvester eagerly spread the word to the people. But in a situation where they had been passively enduring, how could they not be thrilled when the opportunity to strike back appeared? It was impossible to stop those intoxicated by that pleasure.

Instead, the instigator attacked the harvester.

The instigator, presumed to be a special agent, was strong. Someone who had never fought before and wasn’t even planning on fighting couldn’t win against an opponent like that.

In the end, the harvester was beaten to death by the instigator.

The body was dragged to a dark place, punched to death, and once the life had left, it was thrown into a dumpster, like someone who fainted from defeat.

But here’s the thing.

How do I know this? There was a harvester watching the instigator. In fact, there were several.

For reasons unknown, they were observing the harvester from different directions. Once the instigator left, one of them approached the place where the body was, took it out, and confirmed the death.

Originally, this harvester had no specific role. They were not someone who performed surveillance. They were just one of the many people who struggled to survive in Vern City.

They didn’t move for anyone else, but simply for their own survival. Just an ordinary citizen.

What I saw were harvesters, but after speaking to a few of them who had been moving together before, it wasn’t just the harvester who realized this.

One of the ordinary people deduced that the instigator had silenced one person. And they realized that what they said was highly likely to be true.

While resisting the massive flow of events happening in Vern City is impossible, not everyone is intoxicated by it.

It’s those with reason that irritate me the most.

When something happens, I prefer the people who act thoughtlessly, blame it on others, and say that everything bad was done by someone else.

They always provide warmth.

They exploit people, push them to the edge, and suck the benefits while killing them.

Such excellent harvesters.

The problem is, when you become a harvester, your intelligence increases. This is something typically seen in people who ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) lack the ability to think from someone else’s perspective.

Sigh.

I don’t know why my abilities are so flawed.

When you become a harvester, you get muscles or superhuman powers and can act selfishly with the power you gain, but why does your intelligence also increase unnecessarily?

Or better yet, I wish they could become a creature that, while gaining intelligence, lacks empathy by nature. That would at least develop in a way that benefits me.

Ah, and there’s one more amazing thing.

I had previously shared a bit of the techniques from the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign and Daegon, and those techniques have appeared.

It’s still early-stage technology, but since Daegon and the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign mastered their respective techniques, it’s effective.

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What surprised me the most wasn’t Daegon’s technique, but the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign’s technique.

The technique that turns magical energy into light and heat energy instead of kinetic energy. It can consume a significantly larger amount of magical energy compared to turning it into kinetic energy.

The unfortunate part is that it can’t generate enough light to kill someone. The conversion efficiency is so low that all it does is turn on an extremely bright light.

But that’s enough.

The stress on the machine is much less than when converting to kinetic energy. Meanwhile, it absorbs magical energy at an incredible rate. This means it’s easier and faster to create areas where magic cannot be used.

Vern City is a high-tech city. All kinds of laboratories are gathered there. The laboratory where Morris worked was also located in the center of Vern City.

With the strong environmental pressure of war and sufficient tools for development, it’s no surprise that this was invented.

And I had also leaked some of that knowledge.

In a world where magical energy is used as fuel, I’ve created a deadly weapon.

Of course, it’s not shared in its entirety by the Purple Twilight Association. Some factions use special inventions, while others use devices with just wheels attached to power generators.

As each group thinks differently, they head east, carrying their various weapons, emerging from their hidden positions in Vern City’s center.

As Polaris said, if they wanted to escape, they could cross the dried-up river to the north or bypass the mountain and head straight to the next city in the east.

This country is shaped like the letter C turned upside down. So, by continuing east, you can take a train to the capital.

Of course, it will take much longer than flying or traveling by ship, but at least it’s safer.

Victoria moved.

“Let’s go get Bell.”

“Huh? But, Bell...”

Victoria pointed to Polaris' hair.

Light purple hair.

“Since you’ve become like me, you must be alive. The last time I saw you, you were dying. Only Bell would be able to do something about that.”

Ah, now that I think about it, that’s right. The last time Victoria saw us, it was just my hand remaining and half-baked Polaris.

Surprisingly, Polaris’ injuries weren’t life-threatening, but in any case, unless something special happened, her hair wouldn’t regenerate like this.

“Let’s bring Bell and head back to the capital first. I don’t know what else to do.”

Polaris was exhausted, and Victoria’s eyes lacked light.

Both of them must be extremely tired. But they were moving.

No, they were trying to move.

Grrr.

“I’m hungry.”

“Hungry? Wait, have you not eaten anything until now?”

“Yeah... Ah, my mistake.”

Suddenly, there was a sway, and the sea fell to the ground in the distance.

Crash, crash, crash!

The sound of an avalanche echoed everywhere.

“What are you doing?!”

Polaris shouted urgently. Her face turned completely white, and she shouted loudly.

“Using this just makes me more hungry... Is it due to a calorie shortage?”

Victoria clutched her stomach and said. If it were just a lump of water, I wouldn’t know, but there was water with such immense density that metal would crumple when it touched the surface.

What happens if this falls to the ground?

“Search the house for food!”

“No, stealing...”

“Now’s not the time to worry about that! If you let that go, the city will disappear from the map!”

Polaris got up as if she had never been in despair and ran to the house that was still standing.

Of course, the door was locked, but Polaris ripped the door off and went inside, searching the kitchen.

Victoria looked around. Especially at the long line cutting through the east. Until a moment ago, the military had likely been here.

So, they probably struck anyone trying to leave with weapons.

To the north is the river. To the west is the sea, and to the south, you must go down the cliff. Of course, if someone with special abilities were around, they could go anywhere except west, but neither the north nor south is passable by many people.

Victoria stretched her arm toward the sky.

What’s she trying to do?

The pitch-black sky with no light, even though it’s daytime. The reflection of light from afar faintly revealed something.

A huge column of water slowly descended.

And like a ray, the water column washed the ground along the line with no buildings.

Swooosh!

No, let me correct myself.

The water pressure was so intense that it created a deep pit.

Why?

Victoria approached the fine pit. Her eyes examined the cut surface of the ground. Several thick pipes that appeared to be for sewage.

And next to them, a mechanical device popped out.

Anyone who knows about wind-up machines knows what that is.

A wind-up machine that travels underground. It’s used for maintaining the sewer system or for quickly delivering letters or parcels.

Originally, it’s a machine used to lay rails and fix minor damages in the sewer system. As the memory shines, many other memories are pulled in with it.

In the world of faded memories, it’s not just about burying pipes and paying attention to corrosion. Breakage from monsters or internal damage caused by shockwaves from magic are common, so it’s usual to use a person to repair them.

That’s what Vern City did by replacing it with machines.

And they didn’t just leave the tangled lines along the sewer for repairs, they also added the function of delivering letters and goods.

In other words, goods could come and go.

The water slithered like a snake, dragging the underground machine toward Victoria. When she tore it open, a small device appeared. It was a new device, likely attached to a space meant to carry something.

Click, click.

After dismantling it, Victoria sighed deeply.

“Marquis Gaston’s army isn’t the only enemy, huh.”

The device used for programming was attached to something. Memory told me that.

Victoria knew what I had figured out.

Victoria took it and approached Polaris, who was trembling and came out of the house in a panic.

“Did you find any food?”

“Huh? Yeah. But the only thing I can eat is some hard crackers. But what’s that in your hand?”

“You said the wind-up machines attacked the airship, right?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s the device that makes them.”

In an instant, Polaris’ eyes sharpened, but she didn’t say anything and led Victoria inside.

Then, the two had a late lunch."