The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 200: Beauty and the Beast (10)

"Right now, there are three factions in Vern City.

First, there's the Vern City Defense Force, which everyone believes to be Marquis Gaston's private army. Then there's the Purple Twilight Association, made up of the city’s residents who have forgotten the initial goal of their protest. And finally, there’s Victoria.

It's laughable that Victoria alone has become a faction.

While she is indeed strong, if you look at the memories of Maleficent, it becomes clear that Victoria cannot become invincible with this power alone.

Victoria does not use magical power, so despite her strength, she is said to be too weak for it.

In this world, magic has developed significantly in the physical direction, but curses still exist. There are no projectiles, and if one cannot defend against them, they must rely on their magic homeostasis to protect themselves. It's easy to understand if you think of it as a technique to protect oneself by balancing their magical energy.

Curses are not Maleficent's specialty. In fact, it's one of the most ordinary techniques. If you refer to the memories of soldiers, there are numerous similar examples. There are even monsters that use curses among those who wield magic.

Because of that, protective devices have developed significantly, and people no longer use curses as freely.

In Nantes, the military was unable to resist and was killed because no one knew exactly who was controlling the sea.

By the time they figured out the opponent, it was already too late.

Had they known earlier that Victoria was the enemy, they could have done something, even if it meant stabbing each other to death.

It sounds like an excuse and is quite amusing.

Ultimately, four factions will converge here.

The Kingdom's army moves.

When I just arrived at the military base, I treated soldiers who were waiting for death at the hospital. They properly returned to their military duties.

This means that once the Kingdom’s army moves, I’ll know about it.

Since the airship that should have returned earlier did not, they began investigating, realizing that something was happening in Vern City and started moving.

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The third world, like the era of overconnection in faded memories, does not move information quickly. While there is a method to communicate using magic...

However, that becomes increasingly difficult as the distance increases. Therefore, the primary method of communication in this era is letters.

I don’t understand why it’s so slow when there’s TV, but surprisingly, it’s said that TV is easier. It’s not two-way communication, but one-way communication, so it makes sense, though I don’t understand it. But since the memory says so, I’ll just go with it.

For that reason, they are preparing to head toward Vern City.

While no harvester is in a position to hear all the information, some are in positions where they can get a rough idea of the direction.

Through them, we can see that they were already suspicious that something was off in Vern City. They were already engaging in espionage.

The information is scattered all over, and when I gather it, I can’t even make sense of it. Shouldn’t they be acting faster if they know?

However, when I see a few memories that shine, the kingdom seems to think they should act this way.

It’s better to act hastily and miss several things than to hesitate, waiting for things to escalate, when they’ll be forced to take action and swing their swords to cut down all enemies.

Daegon's memories still shine, saying that this is a more affordable option. It’s a method used when society becomes more connected, making it easier and cheaper to handle things earlier rather than later.

Looking at the shining memories of ideologies like nationalism and socialism, it seems like the culture must catch up.

In fact, there’s a memory that suggests they are waiting for the situation to grow so that they can have a justification.

Especially in a situation where a city might need to be completely eradicated, it’s clear that, from anyone’s perspective, the king must be right, or it’s not acceptable.

Isn’t it the king’s role to create that justification?

Ah. Yes.

The memory of Tistha shines. If you do that, cracks will form, and one day those cracks will cause the kingdom to fall.

So, they say that only when everyone sees the blade of righteous justice will they follow.

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Another memory of a king shines. It’s said that erasing the truth once it’s been born is a difficult task.

So, instead of erasing the truth, they say it’s better to scatter countless false truths, making people give up on figuring out what the real truth is.

When the ability to judge truth breaks down, that’s when the opportunity to do whatever you want truly arrives.

Ah, I’ve let my thoughts wander.

Anyway.

Right now, the Kingdom's army seems to be waiting for the right moment to strike, regardless of how many people die. They can use the death as justification.

In other words, they’ll appear after the protestors and the Vern City military clash. I’m not sure if the kingdom knows that Marquis Gaston has connections with three major corporations.

Even if they know, it seems that information hasn’t trickled down to the harvesters.

I really don’t know how much they know.

But they are always ready to move.

Meanwhile, the protestors are marching east, and Victoria and Polaris are heading east as well.

And here, I don’t know what’s happening. Right now, the only sense that remains is touch, so I can't tell.

At least I can feel that I’m trapped somewhere.

But I’m not regenerating just yet.

I’ll wait until the frenzy created by the man who labeled me a witch and beat me subsides.

If I regenerate now, they’ll probably restrain me severely.

People need time to absorb the information.

At least one or two.

They should listen to my words, where I kept shouting for the royal family, and begin to doubt. If not, other methods must be used.

Thinking like that, I waited for the right moment.

Suddenly, I felt something touch me. Feeling the familiar cold steel fingers, I realized I was being held by a wind-up machine.

Clank, clank.

As the vibrations continued endlessly while walking, I realized I was being taken somewhere.

If there had been even one harvester nearby, I could have known the surrounding situation.

It’s a shame, but there’s nothing I can do about it.

Of course, it would be nice if I could regenerate my ears or do something like that, but how do you even do that?

I can’t make such fine adjustments.

However, it’s not that I can’t guess the reason.

Right now, Victoria is coming this way.

This way is the middle of the mountain.

And above Victoria, there’s a massive sea.

If Victoria reaches the mountain like this, the chances of drowning are high.

Relocating the base isn’t strange either.

I waited for a long time, feeling the cold steel and the vibrations.

When I checked the time from the harvester’s perspective, it was still a time when the sunset was shining. But because of the sea hanging upside down in the sky, Vern City had already become darker than the night.

Meanwhile, the cold steel disappeared, and I was placed on a stiff waterproof tarp. It felt as though my body was screaming, like it was meat, no different from a hunk of flesh.

I thought I might die like this, and my body cried out, but even if my body dies, it’s fine.

If it doesn’t evaporate, it can easily be recovered.

Perhaps, if some cells inside are still alive, I’ll be considered alive, and I might be able to stay inside.

The military is taking me somewhere.

Victoria and Polaris are moving according to the traces left by the military on the ground.

The Purple Twilight Association, which had been further behind, discovered those traces and began chasing after us.

There were clear traces from the barrier to the mountain, so there’s no way they’ll get lost.

And as time passed, eventually.

Victoria and Polaris discovered the military marching diligently in the distance.

"Enemies!"

In other words, it means they’ve gotten close enough that they can now spot the two of them. The rear troops must have been left behind.

However, the person who shouted when he saw Victoria and Polaris immediately died.

Because Polaris picked up a tree and threw it at them, crushing the person with a chilling sound.

Wow.

It seems like Polaris is stronger now than in the memory.

I knew harvesters’ physical abilities increase, but isn’t there a limit to it? Where’s the action and reaction law?

How did that small body withstand such a shock?

Now, they’ve both realized they’re enemies.

The battle must happen.

But it didn’t happen.

As Victoria and Polaris planned, the sky gradually began to lower.

The plan was simple.

Lower ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ the surface, and when Polaris creates a disturbance, Victoria would burrow inside to find me.

Once she finds me, she would slowly press the surroundings with water and escape.

The effect was magnificent.

As the water slowly descended, everything screamed. The mountains shattered with each sinking and cracking sound, and the cries of all creatures filled the air.

Birds that were flying toward the sky were driven straight into the water, leaving only tiny bits of warmth before disappearing.

The military was in disarray, and the Purple Twilight Association behind them stopped, sitting flat on the ground and screaming.

This wasn’t a natural disaster. It was a nightmare.

But once the water got closer to the ground, it stopped flowing.

Victoria, having made a cover that made it hard to look down from a very high place, carefully crawled through the brush and started moving toward the military.

Polaris, instead of following her, began randomly picking up stones and trees from a spot a bit farther from Victoria’s location and throwing them.

With a fatal field where anything that touches it is sucked in and dies, the soldiers wandered around in confusion.

And amidst that confusion, Victoria, who had intentionally caused it, finally found me.

Wow.

It’s even more horrifying to see it in person.

My body had swollen up like a balloon, with what looked like pus dripping from me. My skin was so pale that the bruises on my swollen skin were vividly visible.

There I was, dripping blood and some unknown fluid, being carried like an object by the wind-up machine’s hand.

“Bell, you’re alright, right?”

Victoria muttered in a soft voice. But it wasn’t something she said casually or without thought.

It was a question she was sure I would hear.

I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should ignore it since I couldn’t hear her at this distance, but the pain vanished from my body, and pleasure-inducing substances flooded my head before abruptly stopping.

Ah, I’ve died.

The sense of touch also faded completely.

But since the main character has arrived, it’s time to move.

I pressed down on reality and returned to my original body.

Crack!

The wind-up machine holding me twisted in the opposite direction, and I was back in the exact same state I was in when I left this morning.

In an instant, hundreds of gazes were fixed on me.

This is the moment.

When I confirmed the seeds I had sown.

“Hello, humanity. Who are the ones who chose to rebel against the country?”

I don’t lie. Although contextually I’m asking if you’re the rebels, if you strip the context, it’s just a question from a third party.

As I said that, I waved my hand toward Victoria, who was approaching through the confusion, scanning the people lost in the confusion."