The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 204: Beauty and the Beast (14)

The point where the trees disappear and the meadow begins.

I remember hearing that trees are cut down for safety purposes in certain parts of the city. They say it's to create open spaces so that, even if monsters head toward the city, they can be spotted more easily.

Flashes of memories, like related search terms, sparkle in my mind—examples of defensive structures or barriers that are easy to block.

Since it's useless, I got rid of it, and stood before the Purple Twilight Association with the chaotic and poorly connected machine I had haphazardly assembled.

The people who originally formed the Purple Twilight Association are no longer among us. It was a group started by the people I met on the ship, but they're all dead now.

When the great fire broke out in Vern City, some died trying to save people, others were killed by people fleeing in panic.

Some were the first to be targeted when protests in Vern City were suppressed and were killed as an example, and others died while fighting.

There were also those who turned to dust from a blind shell.

Yet, standing at the forefront, the Harvester is still here.

As long as there are machines that can nullify mana, the only ones with real power are the Harvesters.

The sea, still overturned above us, continues to undulate, but I didn’t run away.

Does that mean there’s a lot built up?

"You..."

The Harvester in front recognized my face.

"Hello."

One by one, they stopped in their tracks and approached me.

I thought it would be only the Harvesters approaching, but there are others who recognized my face and came forward. This is a bit surprising.

"Why are you here?"

The Harvester standing before me turned out to be one who aimed to create a country. He's stirring up others, saying we should form a new nation.

How should I respond here?

I could continue to wear a mask of kindness, but doing so would probably turn me into a god, desired by those seeking religion.

I would prefer it if they made themselves gods, but I don't see anyone like that. Of course, when creating a cult, it’s easier to sustain a sect if you make a separate god, as Yasle, once a proper religious leader, turned his cult into a more perfected form of heresy. Those who have tasted religion understand this well.

In other words, in this world, where religion has nearly collapsed, there’s a great chance that such knowledge is lacking.

People blindly worship easy targets, and if their desires aren’t fulfilled, their affection flips, turning into hatred.

Such targets are tiresome.

So here, it’s better to show human decency.

"I came after Victoria."

This also aligns with Polaris' perspective.

"Victoria?"

People murmur.

"Are you saying you side with Victoria?"

I glance back.

Polaris is holding onto Victoria, who looks furious. From the muttering, she’s complaining about how, despite just wanting to find her parents, there’s so much interference in her way.

That's right.

Victoria only came to find her parents.

But I don’t point that out.

Instead, I answer like this.

"Yes, that’s right."

I add the image of being a selfish person. The situation works perfectly.

"Why? Why is this happening! We’ve suffered! In Vern City, we sought the truth, but were suppressed as if we were malignant protesters! The military attacked the citizens they were supposed to protect! Now, everyone is our enemy! You were the only one who helped us!"

The logic structure is strange.

The events they went through happened after I created the Harvesters, right?

But when they faced hardship, they remembered that they became Harvesters, so they think of that moment as the same thing.

That’s why they’re asking why I abandoned them after helping them at that time.

"The entire Vern City was destroyed by those who didn’t live in Vern City."

I could choose to ignore them and send them away with sympathy, but here, I first say something. The first company that must be named is the one with the least public recognition.

"Pride Industry."

I subtly scan the Harvesters' gaze to check if anyone is moving. Slowly, I inspect.

"Gun & Loop Company."

No one’s moving here either?

And finally.

"Rocket Mobil Company."

Right after, sharp steel needles flew toward me. They lodged themselves right into my chest. Several of them. Like a hedgehog, they stuck in.

"What, what is this!"

"Who’s doing this!"

"This is the one, catch him!"

"What? It’s flying here too! There are several! Find them!"

I stretch out one hand and °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° calm Victoria down.

Otherwise, the people here will drown from the water falling from above.

"I... I know how to treat people!"

"I do too!"

At that moment, two Harvesters rushed in. A man and a woman. People around moved aside, saying they were telekinetic healers.

Right.

That’s right.

But I know.

One of them. The woman is from the company. She ran faster than the man, placed her hand on my chest, and with the other arm, she struck my chest hard.

Crack.

"Wh-What is she doing?!"

But the man who ran up screamed in shock, while the woman couldn’t say anything. No, no one in the area could speak.

Because they were already dead.

A cylindrical object, two fingers thick, fell from the sky and pierced the woman’s head.

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With a crack, a part of her body was torn away and sank into the water. Her head, heart, and all organs were destroyed, causing instant death.

"I’ve been asking, how many times must Bell die? Why do you keep holding onto others' ankles! Am I asking for too much? I just want to see if my mom and dad are safe, but why do you keep stopping me?"

Victoria’s feelings, which she had tightly held inside, poured out like a broken dam. Polaris was startled and looked at Victoria, and the people who heard her words looked at her with expressions of disbelief.

But there’s a problem.

Victoria’s scream wasn’t a cry for relief.

"I’m done holding it in."

That was the sound of the final dam breaking.

Her voice, filled with sticky hatred, seeped into the quiet air.

At those words, some people felt an ominous feeling and turned their gaze toward Victoria. Victoria glared at them with a look full of malice.

Like people who have just realized what was above them, a few of them looked up at the sky.

But it was too late.

"Die by drowning."

The sea poured down onto the land.

But there were no instant deaths. The Harvesters of Purple Twilight weren’t complete fools.

Even if the water from the sky fell, they still had a chance, so they came to challenge Victoria.

They had confidence that they could kill Victoria.

The thing I had once thought was a machine to nullify mana now shone. Then, a purple shield covered the people from the falling water.

As the shield covered the surroundings, the water couldn’t pierce through it and flowed to the side.

Not all magic relies excessively on physics. There are strange magics, like those from old fairy tales.

Unless it’s a liquid created by magic, normal water seems hard to pierce.

In the faded memories, when I crossed the sea and walked across the ocean floor, I could see the sea next to me, and now, before me, is a wall of water.

And in the water, purple orbs glow like grapes falling from a vine on the floor.

Then, the outside of the purple orb turned into pure white solid.

In other words, it was freezing.

The water, unable to break through the shield, froze and created a white cocoon, like a sea urchin. Then, sparks flashed around the cocoon and exploded.

No, it wasn’t gunpowder. It wasn’t an explosion from any ability either.

A massive amount of gas was created and expanded.

Right.

That’s right.

When you electrolyze water, you get oxygen and hydrogen. Because of the electricity, it explodes again, but still, the result is water, and the gas rises to the top.

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That’s how it is at the forefront. Multiple purple shields appeared, and some simply withstood the onslaught with only the shield, while others, like the one right in front of me, used their abilities to block the water that poured.

Not everyone was safe.

When the shield was created, there were some who barely got caught outside the shield and were dragged out of the water, dying from drowning. There were multiple warmths from those who perished.

At first, I thought Polaris would stop this, since it was close to a massacre.

But Polaris, with a cold expression, was looking at the sea that had fallen in front of us.

It was as if he was relieved that the people who were supposed to die had finally done so.

Victoria glared at those trapped in the sea with eyes full of malice.

That’s right. No matter how powerful the ability, there are limits.

Even when Harvesters fought among themselves in the first world, there were limits to their abilities. That’s why, in later stages, how they applied them in battle was key.

Some applied it to martial arts, some used it with magic, and others changed their environments and moved around.

Perhaps, this area is Victoria’s limit.

So, I approached Victoria.

No, I was about to approach her. Victoria raised both hands, adopting a posture as if strangling her neck.

"Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die."

And muttered like a curse.

And every time she spoke, the water around us grew darker and murkier.

Or maybe the water was compressing more.

Creak.

The purple crescent-shaped shield warped, and the glowing phenomena from around stopped.

It was as though there was no space left to do anything.

Finally, a black wall appeared before me. The density had become so high that the light from within could not be seen.

And the wall slowly began to rotate. With a grinding sound, the height gradually decreased.

I quickly approached Victoria and grabbed her arms. I know it’s strange that someone with nails sticking out of their chest is still moving.

"Stop!"

But the sound from behind didn’t stop. So, I slapped Victoria’s cheeks.

I worked hard to make the Harvesters, and now they’re breaking down! No, no matter how good warmth is, there’s someone who made the items with the memories I placed, and now I don’t want progress to evaporate!

"Stop, Victoria! How many people are you planning to kill! I’m not bothered by this, and everyone must have understood by now, so stop!"