The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 230: Song of the Betrayed (10)

But it was too late to stop my story.

Look, the expressions of everyone here aren’t exactly pleasant, are they?

Honestly, it’s too harsh a thing for just one person to go through.

But what can be done?

It’s already past, and I’ve spoken about it.

I looked at Morris and Victoria, whose misfortunes were sealed, and then at Beatrice standing on the edge.

And I saw Gain and Rebecca. I hadn’t seen Morris’s parents in a long time, so much so that when he came back home, [N O V E L I G H T] I could hardly recognize them as having aged. At least, I had never seen them as old as Victoria’s age.

The reason is simple.

Morris didn’t want to live in the countryside, so he fought with his parents who wanted him to inherit the family business and left.

Luckily, Morris succeeded, but when you think about his return here, it wouldn’t be surprising to think he came back in failure.

No, since he was someone who was ejected as times changed, it might actually be a failure.

Even from that, it’s clear his parents must have been uncomfortable, and Beatrice is completely a city person.

If his parents still look down on the city, Beatrice would be like an embodiment of that city.

I suspect that the awkwardness between Beatrice and her grandparents might have originated from there.

Everyone has their own reasons and lives to live.

I turned to look at Victoria, who was glaring at me, and said this.

"Dream. Don’t stop. Keep going."

Half of me thinks this way. But the other half thinks the opposite. It’s already enough. The warmth I gained from Victoria as a harvest spirit is enormous.

I’ve drowned people by raising seas in the sky and driven others to madness and death from the terror of a descending ocean, and that number exceeds a thousand.

To put it simply, that’s it.

I’ve already done enough.

Even if I took a rest here for a while, it wouldn’t be long before I start killing people again.

In this world, there are few real humans, and when conflicts arise, it’s too easy to solve them with violence.

Of course, if I use it recklessly, society will restrain me, but if I rise above the law or disguise it as an accident, it’s fine.

"Is that why you came all the way here?"

Yes. A sharp response.

I stepped away from Victoria. I’ve said everything I needed to say to the people here. What Victoria needs now is time to heal her wounds.

"I’m done saying what I had to."

I then looked around at the family present. Gain was looking at me with a wary expression, and Rebecca was watching me and Victoria with a sympathetic gaze.

Morris looked very troubled, and Beatrice was staring at me as though hearing something strange.

Victoria was angry.

Well, after I said I wouldn’t come back, if she followed me around like this, it would be annoying.

I remember a horrific event from faded memories. There was a dog that was abandoned twice. Once, it found its owner because of a chip implanted in its body, but the chip was cut out with a knife, and the wound wasn’t treated before it was abandoned again.

I guess it’s something like that.

As I headed toward the door, Beatrice flinched and stepped back a few steps. I slipped through the gap and waved at the people watching me.

"Goodbye."

I said a simple farewell and left the house.

Maybe it was because I had talked for so long, but the sky was already dark.

I walked along the road.

I’ve done all that I needed to.

At least, I think I’ve done as much as I did for Soo. I helped her dream as much as possible, and at least I took care of her until the end.

Additionally, it’s also a reward for the harvest spirit who killed an overwhelming number of humans in this world.

Walking down a dark night path with no light, I saw the world through the harvest spirit’s perspective.

The capital is managing the chaos decently.

Now, soldiers patrol the streets instead of the police, but unlike last time, people aren’t being killed recklessly.

Moreover, food is distributed separately, and if crimes occur, the parties involved and spectators are gathered for public trials and punishment.

An orphan who stole food because of hunger is tried and has their wrist cut off. An old woman who stole clothes because it was too cold is stoned to death.

It’s not a proper trial.

But it works to prevent society from falling apart, even if it doesn’t stop bad deeds.

Stealing turns into robbery, and robbery can spiral into riots like last time. In that case, it’s better to nip the problem in the bud, no matter how harsh.

In return, the mental state of the residents is severely damaged, but it hasn’t reached the point of riots.

And in that society, the harvest spirits are doing well.

After all, someone needs to transport goods in and out of these dangerous areas. If transport stops because the situation is bad, things won’t get safer; they’ll only worsen.

Additionally, even though there was only one person at first, over time, the number of people using Heavenly Demon Arts has increased.

Heavenly Demon Art, a single strike.

It’s about using me to fight.

They bring me out from within them and throw me at the opponent. That alone kills the opponent. No matter what weapons or techniques they use, it pierces through and kills instantly.

I don’t know how that works, but they do it.

That doesn’t mean that I’m decreasing inside the vessel. Not at all. If light is a small glass cup, then putting me, the sea, into the glass cup doesn’t empty me just because they use me.

If that weren’t the case, I would’ve taken the warmth back immediately.

But since it’s only my warmth coming to me, I gladly allow it.

Anyway, the harvest spirits living in the capital, most of them from the Brightshin slums, are doing well. Of course, there are some who are struggling, and not every harvest spirit is without someone dying from starvation.

But that can’t be helped.

Not all harvest spirits can live well, right?

What’s unfortunate, though, is that because there are so many harvest spirits coming and going, there are few harvest spirits in the capital using the techniques I’ve passed on.

Fortunately, it’s not nonexistent.

A very few harvest spirits have created devices that absorb others' lives as fuel. These are used in the underground world.

The existing power devices, when absorbing mana, give off a particular presence that makes it easy for others to detect them.

So, when using a wind-up device, a group comes to beat them up.

But this device doesn’t seem to have that kind of presence.

The technology that uses lives secretly has spread among those who can’t survive the cold, or who can’t live without using wind-up devices.

How is it used?

They take orphans without parents, dying old people, or women from the slums who are easy to kidnap and use them as fuel.

They get warm, and I also gain warmth in the process.

The bodies are just dumped in alleyways.

And in an instant, they’re devoured by wild animals, leaving no bones behind. They end up dead, unable to survive the cold.

Even though it's a mild winter, where it’s rare for the water to freeze in the early morning, quite a few people have frozen to death.

Especially now, when fuel is limited.

However, most of the harvest spirits living in the capital are doing well, working in transport.

On the other hand...

Vern City is locked away, developing new technologies. However, it’s not the kind of technology that uses mana in the air, nor is it life force manipulation like in the capital.

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It’s the technology of the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign.

The method used by Kunlun.

Rather than absorbing mana from nature or creatures to use it, they create paths for mana to flow, and place water wheels along them to generate power by following the flow.

It’s much less efficient compared to power devices. To generate the same amount of power as a device the size of a fist, they need a building the size of a small house.

But it doesn’t release contaminated mana.

In fact, it works properly even in areas filled with contaminated mana.

A city, deeply scarred by modern technology, has started developing technology that can counter the technology of the modern world.

The neighboring village of Vern City.

At the Nantes port, Richard Gaston is working hard to maintain his noble status.

But sadly, the news is that he’s almost certain to lose it, as he doesn’t have the ability to keep it.

Originally the second son of the Gaston family, he didn’t receive proper noble education and instead joined the military.

It’s inevitable.

The people who can’t follow along are left behind, and the times move on.

And the harvest spirits, who have acquired alien technology, are about to make their move.

I wonder how this will change.

I’ll live quietly in this world, almost like I’m not here, while keeping an eye on the future.

Unlike the first world, I don’t have to watch out for people doubting me, and unlike the second world, I don’t have to sit in a place with nothing.

Yeah. It’s really easy to live.

The third world, I think I’ll use the knowledge I gained from the second world and experiment to see how far I can use it.

In the meantime, I’ll gain plenty of warmth, too?

Heh.

Thinking like that, before I knew it, I had arrived at the small, shabby train station.

The place where Victoria had gotten off earlier today.

The ticket seller was already off work, and the doors were closed.

It’s a dark station with no light.

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Even though it’s called a station, there’s a small ticket booth, barely big enough for a few people to fit in, a stone platform, and a few wooden benches.

I sat on one of the benches.

With no light around, the sky was full of stars.

But those stars weren’t the ones I used to gaze at. It wasn’t the night sky I knew.

It wasn’t just that the constellations were different.

The night sky I used to look up at from below the surface was a sky where the light of life was scattered.

Now, I stared blankly at a completely different night sky.

If the sun rises and morning comes, I’ll take the train back to the capital...

"There you are."

Suddenly, I heard a voice. I turned my head, and through the starlight, I faintly saw a woman.

"Ah, Beatrice. Did you come to make the contract?"

Then I realized that if I go to the capital, the contract would become difficult, right?

But surprisingly, Beatrice shook her head.

"The mother-in-law said she can’t just send the guest away."

Then she came forward and grabbed my arm.

"Me too."

She pulled me and headed back home.

Really, so earnestly.

This family makes an unfortunate choice.