I Will Teach You How to Hunt Gods-Chapter 421 - 79: Dissolution

"Lord Mokaka, please let us leave."

In the camp, a civilian knocked heavily on the barrier at the exit. Seeing that the barrier showed no sign of opening, the civilian turned unceremoniously to shout at Mokaka.

Beside him stood hundreds of civilians who shared the same desire to leave.

"Wh... why?"

Seated in the holographic garden, Mokaka instinctively questioned, trying desperately to maintain a calm exterior, although a storm had already erupted inside her.

"I can protect you, like I did before..."

She tried to persuade them, hoping to witness the scene where her words commanded response, just like when she first arrived on the Floating Island.

Mokaka always believed that she was a qualified leader and should be respected.

But reality did not unfold the way she expected.

Those people... those citizens who once were loyal to Mokaka, upon hearing her words, did not calm down and halt their steps; instead, they showed faces of disdain and irritation.

"Let's end this playtime game, young lady. Times have changed, and you're no longer our so-called leader. People on the Floating Island don't need a leader."

The man who requested Mokaka to open the barrier spoke coldly.

"..."

Mokaka widened her eyes, her expression losing control for the first time.

She slowly stood up, disbelief etched on her face as she asked, "Do none of you wish to trust me? But... but I clearly helped you..."

"I fairly distributed food to you, preventing you from fighting to the death with those thugs for something to eat."

"I provided you with a stable shelter so you never have to worry about being assaulted at night."

"I watched over this camp almost 24/7, tirelessly ensuring your safety. Have you all forgotten these things?"

The man and the crowd wishing to leave fell into silence.

But ultimately, he shook his head and replied in a deep voice, "Of course we haven't forgotten, and we thank you."

"That's why we showed you admiration and respect. We've realized long ago that this is what you wanted, right?"

"You've always enjoyed being respected by us, so we gave you this feeling in exchange for your contributions. We clearly understood, you're not genuinely trying to rescue us or liberate this island... in the end, it's just exchange, isn't it?"

"Now you can no longer protect this camp, so our fabricated respect relationship should also end."

Upon hearing these words, Mokaka suddenly felt a lump in her throat, wanting to argue back, but the words wouldn't come out no matter how hard she tried.

She had never thought that the citizens she protected would view her this way.

Or perhaps Mokaka had never realized it before.

Although she diligently developed the camp and tried to ensure a better and safer life for its residents, fundamentally, as the man said, she wasn't doing it to liberate the Floating Island.

The girl just thought it was cool, worth boasting about, and could satisfy her inner craving for accomplishment and vanity. That's why she did all this.

Her intentions weren't pure.

But she truly didn't expect the people's loyalty to be entirely mixed with self-interest and insincerity, a complete transaction.

She devoted her energy while people offered flattery.

It's no different from spectators enjoying circus clowns—one side spends money or effort, and the other provides emotional value.

Just a show.

Yet Mokaka was still unwilling to believe.

She turned around, looking at the other civilians intending to leave, murmuring, "Do you... all think this way?"

"..."

People lowered their heads, remaining silent, but their silence confirmed everything.

"No need for any more unnecessary words. Everyone here shares my thoughts."

The man casually said, pointing to a woman hiding in the crowd behind him.

The woman wore a headscarf and held two children; one was still in swaddling clothes.

Mokaka's eyes slightly widened, recognizing the woman.

This was the "mother" who had previously chatted with Yun You.

She had a daughter who suffered at the hands of the Nest City gang. She tried her best to seek revenge but couldn't, while Mokaka helped her seek justice, bringing the gang leader before her.

Logically speaking, this mother shouldn't betray Mokaka, and she herself had said she was willing to die for Mokaka.

Yet now, she stood against Mokaka, unwilling to stay in the camp with her.

Besides her, there were many other civilians who unconsciously lowered their heads.

They had all received Mokaka's kindness and verbally vowed allegiance to her... but upon realizing Mokaka couldn't help them, they left without hesitation.

The human heart has always been a very complex thing, especially in the deceitful setting of the Floating Island where it appears even more elusive.

People were willing to follow Mokaka, not only for the food and shelter but more importantly, for the idea of liberating the Floating Island.

This idea transcended the heavy reality of the Floating Island, giving those who dared not even dream... trapped by harsh reality, a beautiful vision.

But they knew this vision was just wishful thinking on their part; even Mokaka herself didn't genuinely care about "liberation" and saw it merely as a game...

With the dream shattered, people became more realistic.

"Go... since you want to go, then just get the hell out!"

Mokaka said with a dark expression, finally forcing words out.

She is Vivian Hugo, the only daughter of the Hugo Family.

Since childhood, Mokaka had never suffered a bit of grievance, with the worst thing she tasted being the espresso brewed by the family's barista and the heaviest thing she carried being the private network server given by her father.

Her words were not to be questioned by anyone, and the things she wanted to do, no one was qualified to stop.

Mokaka was inherently willful and self-centered, and because of this, she only considered her feelings and believed everything she did was right, refusing to tolerate others' doubts.

Now, those who had benefited from her actually dared to rebel and criticized her...

Such people, she would never tolerate.