The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 254: Will cruelty ultimately win? (4)

On the way home.

I came out late after talking to Kanna, and there were cars waiting to pick up students from the main gate to the building entrance.

I can see students leaving the building and getting on cars. Some of them stop a few buildings after leaving the main gate.

It seems like it’s a long enough distance to walk, but if you can’t walk in this area, it’s human nature not to walk.

I push aside the thought that I’ll get stabbed and just keep going down the road.

I see many students entering the road on the right near the main gate. Last year, most of them were commoners or poor nobles, but now many noble students enter the dormitory.

I guess they’re thinking about safety.

The large-scale riots are over, but it’s not completely safe yet. No. It would be more correct to say that we can’t go back to the same times as before.

I leave the main gate, turn left, and walk along the high wall. There is a railroad where the fence ends, and I see a face that cycles around every three days. It must be a police officer or a soldier.

I waved briefly and they waved back.

I greeted them every day, and now they greeted me happily.

There are few ways to win favor as cheaply and easily as greeting someone.

If you walk a little further past that place, you will come to a wide road. The place I just passed is a narrow two-lane road, and the wide road is a six-lane road.

There are wide roads in front and on the right. The place I am is the road that leads into an alley. Instead of going straight, I turn right and walk for a while. Even though it is a wide road, there are not many cars.

At best, all I can see is a car that seems to be a student entering the luxury residential area inside.

The further you go from Wangseong, the lower the quality of the houses becomes, and the point where the luxury residential area ends and the commercial area begins. My house is on the border.

Check the mailbox at the entrance, open the fence, and go inside. Then, there is a very small garden and an entrance.

Stand at the entrance and open the door with a key that is slightly smaller than a span and go in.

The house has had a very elegant atmosphere since I lived here. The previous owner decorated it in a rather old-fashioned way.

Judging from the fact that acquaintances who occasionally visit here complain that it is too old-fashioned, the reviews are not good.

I think I need to bring Victoria and ask her later.

I put away my outer clothes at the entrance and went inside.

Textbooks? There are no such things. If you read them once, you can take them out right away. When I said that I memorized all the books, people looked at me strangely, but memory itself is not limited.

But having a good memory and being smart are completely different issues.

I used to think they were the same, but having a good memory doesn't mean you can come up with better ideas.

It's also difficult to organize and summarize information. Maybe my brain is below ChatGPT.

Well, if I were a god, I would have done this and °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° that with my incredibly smart brain.

What can I do about being a monster?

Monsters aren't that smart, right?

So instead of brains, I used patience. Patience is more deadly than being easy, simple, and doing nothing.

I think about that and choose what kind of housework to do. I was about to grab a towel when I thought of the inside of the refrigerator. And then I realized that it was almost empty.

I immediately grabbed my wallet and went outside.

It's right in front of the commercial district, so it's very convenient to buy things. There are no cars, so it's good. Plus, this area is a luxury residential area, so it's safe.

Well, safe isn't really beneficial to me.

It's an opportunity to extend the harvest season for one reason or another.

I really like people who are lacking in something to the point of targeting others.

Since reality surpasses morality, when the harvest season comes, he will definitely kill someone with the power he has gained. The harvest season does not change the minds of others.

There is only mutation without any specific direction. No, seriously, the flesh swells like a cocoon and the body is reconstructed, so is it correct to call it a metamorphosis?

Anyway.

Those who are going to change will change, and those who are not going to change will not change.

They will gain strength and become healthy, and show different behavior patterns than before, but that is not so strange because they can do things they could not do before.

On the contrary, most of the people here have proper jobs.

I went into the shopping district.

Of course, people from very high-ranking families do not come here. Those people call salespeople. They even have exclusive dealers.

So most of them are middle-class people.

Middle class? That is not here.

They are one of the classes that suffered the most from the treasonous company incident. It seems that there are quite a few people who couldn't endure the winter and froze to death, and many people were murdered after turning on the wind-up machine to survive.

Or, it's said that many families went bankrupt because they couldn't endure the winter when prices suddenly went up too much.

People in the transportation business go around every corner of the city.

That's why they go into detail about the incidents in the city.

Now that I think about it, if I were to be the ruler, it would be a complete dystopia.

You'd be watching from a person's perspective, right?

Even if I can't read thoughts, I can tell right away if someone says or writes something like that. So if you make a bunch of harvesters and completely rule them, it would be perfect... ... .

Hmm.

No, that's not really true.

Sometimes, in an incredibly developed world, the harvesters were already living that kind of life.

There's even a device that catches you if you have a certain thought, but there are people who rebel against it. I guess that means that a perfect dystopia can't be created.

What is a perfect dystopia?

I think it's a gray world where there's no hope because you can't even have a speck of hope.

But if you're going to do that, aren't humans unnecessary?

When the harvest season comes, your body undergoes rapid mutations. So you were immediately incinerated because you were suspected of having some kind of disease in that world. So unfortunately, I don't know the details, but at least from what I remember, it was a society where even your head was monitored.

And since you learned that as a given, the harvester didn't suspect that fact.

However, he just fell down after losing everything he had while trying to climb to a high position.

If you are reading this translation anywhere other than Novelight.net or SilkRoadTL, it has been stolen.

He was frustrated in a situation where it was hard to survive no matter what he did, and he reached out to me.

So it's really funny that he couldn't come back to life even after holding my hand.

Would he have had a chance if he had gained some kind of superpower?

No, but that was already a world where it was hard for an individual to do anything alone. The more the world becomes socialized, the harder it is for an individual to do something.

But is it still better than the harvester who lives and dies in a virtual reality world?

When you became a harvester, the terminal embedded in your body flew away and you were ejected from the virtual reality. Then, you were immediately discarded as an unsuitable factor or something... ... .

There are worlds where it is valid to make a harvester, and worlds where it is not.

What would happen if you were called to a world where it is not?

I want to go there once.

While thinking about that, I compared the vegetables in the vegetable section.

I compared them with my memory. The vegetables inside the store are not that fresh overall. They are not good for eating raw, but rather for stewing or boiling.

But I took them because they are edible.

And the next place is the meat section.

People who came to the market like me are gathered together and chatting. When I listen to their stories, they are all sighing about how expensive meat has become.

Meat used to be quite cheap in this world.

Of course, most of them are extremely tough, and they are not special types, so they are just sold as meat. Most of them are monster meat.

But if the volume is the same as vegetables, meat is often more expensive.

However, the price has gone up a lot recently.

That's why housewives around me and harvesters like me who buy ingredients often worry.

I know why.

Originally, they sold the meat of monsters killed for defense, but now instead of being meat, those monsters are half-dead and becoming fuel.

That's why food prices are going up again.

Of course, compared to the price in the middle of winter, food prices are 20% higher than the normal price, but they've returned to normal.

What the heck. If I remember correctly, I suddenly think that the price has gone up to a crazy level.

No, isn't that how prices usually go up?

Oh no!

I searched wrong and now my memory is going crazy. What's the inflation rate? Don't bring up economics theories. I remember it, but it's complicated to match each example!

If I had a personality, I'd definitely call you a idiot.

Even if I only remember, I am this assertive, if I had an ego, it would have been really hard.

Oh my.

I am shining as I organize my memories one by one, I buy a bunch of ingredients and take them with me.

I can see worried eyes on me as I walk with a bunch of stuff.

This has also decreased a lot. At first, many people looked at me with eyes that looked like they were looking at something precious.

They thought I looked like a child for my age, so they thought it was like running errands for a child.

After talking to them a few times, they somehow changed their perspective to seeing me as a hard-working housekeeper.

I don’t necessarily deny it because I’m useful. I tell them when there’s a sale.

My house is close to the commercial district, and the maids at the dormitory come and go, so I think they see me as part of the same group.

I just don’t say anything because they didn’t say it was like that. If they asked, I would answer.

But no one asks, so that won’t happen.

The city is bleak.

When I come home with a big bag, I go to the refrigerator and organize it and prepare dinner.

Ah. The refrigerator. The refrigerator itself is a conventional clockwork device. However, it is not a conventional power device, and it does not move using life force.

The country recently gave it to me as a new technology.

Since no one outside comes to plunder it, claiming it is a traitor's machine, I guess it is effective.

Nowadays, if you use a power device, many people use it as a reason to plunder it.

Meaningless justice quickly degenerates into evil.

I like that kind of humanity!

I prepared dinner using a tool that seems quite modern.

I wonder if someone will come to visit today... ... .