The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 220: Lost Dream (15)

No one accepted my goodwill.

Of course.

It was a matter of life and death—what difference would it make if a monster barked?

It would only make people angry.

Among the protesters in front of me, there were some who recognized me.

But there were no harvesters. In other words, no one could properly validate my abilities.

Maybe that’s why they reached out to me, grabbing my shoulder.

“If it’s you, those bastards will listen to us.”

“Sorry. Please sacrifice yourself for us.”

Rough hands touched my shoulder.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

I said that to them. Of course, no one really listened.

At least I did what I had to do. So, is it okay to let go of those thoughts now?

I walked straight toward the sharp wooden stick. The pointed end pierced straight into my chest, and the man had a look of terror on his face as he felt the sensation.

“Huh?”

Whoosh

The stick pierced my heart precisely, and blood splattered forward. The person in front of me was drenched in the sudden spray of blood.

“Ahhhhhh!”

The person covered in blood had a stunned expression, but the woman beside him screamed.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

The man beside her grabbed the collar of the man who had stabbed me and shouted.

“No, no, I didn’t mean to...”

The beastman stumbled and shook his head in panic. But no one believed him. I had chosen a brutal-looking person for this very reason.

Blood flowed from the wooden stick lodged in my chest, and the man, ultimately panicked, lowered his hand holding the stick.

The smell of blood spread everywhere.

“Bel. What are you doing?”

Then, Victoria asked in a calm voice behind me.

However, contrary to my expectations, no one came this way. The smell of blood was overwhelming, and it easily numbed the senses. Once confusion starts, it’s like a domino effect—people start killing each other.

I thought it would happen, but it didn’t.

Hmm, trying to start a fight and take some warmth failed. And trying to paralyze Victoria in advance also failed.

I stood up and pulled the wooden stick out of my chest.

With a whoosh sound, blood poured out.

At the same time, my skin turned even paler. If I were still human, I would have been dead by now. Actually, the blood doesn’t even reach my brain cells, and my muscles are slowly loosening.

But, for me, life doesn’t ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) matter that much.

What matters is the vessel.

“Humans can’t stop unless they see blood and corpses, right?”

“No, but... how could you do that?”

Ah.

I thought no one was moving, but then I realized the reason. Behind Victoria, a huge stream of water began spinning, growing larger.

Of course.

If such overwhelming power is visible, the fact that someone is dead doesn’t matter.

“Do you think life is light?”

“Didn’t you know? At least as far as I know, I can’t die.”

It means I’m the cheapest.

How could you feel the value in something you have infinitely? Even if I wanted to throw it away, I can’t.

“Victoria has completely turned into a thug.”

“If we don’t do this, the soldiers will cast magic on us. It’s terrible from anyone else’s point of view; they’d call it a brutal murder.”

Yeah. At least for now, she has the rationality to use her power for others.

It seems like the recent events in Vern City are still fresh in her mind.

So, when I died, she wasn’t really that surprised.

She created a distraction with stronger power to stop the confusion.

That’s the taste of power. It’s sweet. Unfortunately, that stopped the chaos. It might have been better if Victoria had just left things alone.

Anyway.

As my body began to creak, I pressed reality to heal my wounds.

“Shall we go?”

“Your clothes even healed... alright, let’s go.”

Victoria looked at my clothes and began walking. As she did, everyone in front of us moved aside. Of course, no one thought they should step aside in their hearts.

A narrow stream of water went straight, cutting through, and tearing sideways, creating a path. Some people tried to resist, but they were pushed aside like they were being pushed by a steel rod.

In the end, this didn’t stop anything.

I thought this as I walked, following Victoria.

After walking for a while, the protestors’ line ended. Some people followed behind, but when Victoria made a subtle gesture, they stopped in their tracks.

No, they couldn’t move.

There was a ring of water around their ankles, gently waving. They couldn’t catch up, no matter how hard they tried.

She really uses her powers like her own body.

The more she uses them, the more she gets accustomed to it, as if it’s part of her body. No, isn’t she using it more freely than her body?

What exactly are these powers?

Surprisingly, I don’t have any memories about this. Even Daegon or the Ancient Heavenly Sovereign, who have the most information, show no results when searched.

These powers remain a mystery.

I thought about this as I followed the main road toward the clockwork knight school.

It was still far from dinner time, but half of the sky above the capital was filled with thick smoke.

It’s freezing now, to the point that if you sleep outside, you could freeze to death. Despite this country’s winters not freezing water, the temperature feels cold to the people living here.

As I lowered my head slightly, I saw buildings with windows covered in wooden boards and stores reinforced with iron plates.

Of course, there were still people around.

They weren’t buying anything, though. Instead, they stood with paper signs around their necks asking for work.

A lot of them looked disheveled, their faces grim as they occupied various spots on the street.

It’s hard to believe this is the capital of a country.

And in just two months, the price of food has tripled. Goods with expiration dates have seen their prices soar.

As we moved through the atmosphere of the city, Victoria’s expression hardened. It wasn’t because it was hard to walk in such a place.

It was because black smoke was rising from a specific place. A place Victoria knew well.

It was the place she was heading to study.

Victoria’s pace quickened.

And not long after, she ran ahead, leaving me behind.

I knew what was going on at the clockwork knight school, so instead of rushing to catch up, I just walked at my own pace.

Right now, the clockwork knight school is in chaos.

The citizens of the capital destroyed the school’s walls around lunchtime.

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The desperate citizens, wielding sticks, broke in and started smashing everything. Of course, students still studying at the time were also among the targets.

The citizens’ logic was this:

“We’re trembling in the cold and starving because of you.”

“You created these damn clockwork machines, which is why we’re suffering.”

The clockwork knight school had been around for a long time, so they were all evil, and they came to punish it as the righteous avengers.

Strictly speaking, this wasn’t revenge.

It was venting.

They needed someone to vent their anger on. When the economy hits rock bottom, someone needs to be blamed for it.

Ideally, this scapegoat should have been the king. And regardless of the truth, the king should have been the one to take the blame.

But this country’s media handled things too well.

They made three major corporations the enemies and explained in detail what problems the clockwork machines caused, making it clear who to hate.

But all of that was only in the newspapers or broadcasts.

The people couldn’t feel it.

All they could feel was the price of food skyrocketing, making it impossible to even afford a single meal, and the temperatures dropping every day, making their homes colder.

Life was becoming unbearable, but the target to blame felt too distant.

So, they created a scapegoat they could beat to death. Someone they could hit with their fists to take their revenge.

Not the noblemen who were too high up to touch, but a school attended by other commoners.

A place tied to the cold and hungry reality caused by the clockwork machines.

It didn’t matter what that place really was or whether it had any actual wrongdoing.

What mattered was that it was a place where the clockwork machines were being researched to fix the problems and restore the old way of life.

But that didn’t matter.

They had a target to pour their emotions on, and so they went to the clockwork knight school, dragged out the teachers and students, killed them, destroyed everything, and burned it down.

Among them were several harvesters, whom I knew well.

They went crazy, tearing apart students who were once their neighbors. Young and old, they trampled on the corpses, laughing and dancing.

They thought that by doing this, society, which had changed terribly in just half a year, would return to its original state.

Of course, the students inside didn’t just stand there. They had clockwork machines—machines that functioned like heavy machinery.

They fought on them.

Blood splattered, people died.

What I had wanted to make earlier was happening here. Killing fellow citizens, and now no one was stopping them. Well, no one could stop them, not for long anyway.

They were killed, and after dealing with the traitors, they struck even harder, filled with anger over the death of their noble comrade. Anyone even remotely connected was caught, tortured, and killed.

Yes. This is what humans are like.

They shift the blame for their misfortune onto others. They pass the responsibility and use it as an excuse to kill. The pleasure gained from that is considerable.

Because it’s a pleasure they learned long ago while forming tribes—to protect the tribe, they needed to feel pleasure from punishing enemies.

It’s an instinctual pleasure. It’s not bad. Without this reward system, no one would have raised weapons for the group. Without this system, the tribe would have collapsed and perished.

This is a result of evolution.

It’s a trait acquired by social animals like humans.

If the leader here stepped up and calmed things down, they might still turn things around...

But the security forces aren’t actively protecting this place.

Maybe they’re short on manpower.

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Most of the forces are stationed around the Royal Academy.

And so, in a place with no one to stop them, they kill each other. In a place where senseless hatred flares up, Victoria arrived.

With a pale face, she looked at the teacher who had been teaching her in another school. Technically, the teacher had become nothing more than a lump of meat, squashed on the ground, and the citizens danced and laughed, oblivious, stepping on the teacher’s body.

Victoria had come face to face with the reality that only emotions were right in this place.