The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 201: Beauty and the Beast (11)

“Bel!”

Victoria runs towards me.

Instead of walking towards her, I stand still and scan everyone here.

If I suddenly rush in here, my humanity would increase, and the people would recover their senses faster.

So, I need to plant the seed.

Personally, I want dozens of people to break free from control, but realistically, even one would be a lot.

But no matter how slim the chance, I have to try.

If I don’t, it’s zero, but if I do, there’s a chance, no matter how small— even one coin, no, even one li of possibility.

“I accept anyone. But unlike me, people do not forgive those who betray them. So make your choice before it’s too late.”

After deliberately saying this, I didn’t even glance at anyone else, and received Victoria who came running.

“What’s going on, is it okay?”

“Yes. It’s okay. I won’t die. Even if only my hands remain, I wouldn’t die, would I?”

At my words, Victoria’s expression briefly becomes distant.

She must be recalling what happened yesterday. My hand was on the floor, and in front of her, Polaris, half-burnt and protecting her, was sitting.

Even my memory retains it. It was quite a horrific sight.

How she feels about it, only she knows.

“I thought you were dead too.”

“So did I.”

I never imagined I would survive even with just my extremities remaining.

And I didn’t know the weapon mounted on the vehicle with eight wheels was powerful enough to melt human bones instantly.

But I survived, so I’ll count myself lucky.

I watch as people around us, looking at Victoria’s eyes, stare at the sky and crawl on the ground.

Fear is contagious, and people fail to recover their senses as quickly as expected.

Can they hear my words?

Victoria takes my hand and retraces her steps.

Am I walking too confidently?

If they leave me alone here, the soldiers here will become traitors.

At that moment.

Flash!

A flash of light, and through Victoria’s eyes, I see my head explode sideways.

That was quite a strong attack. What is it?

My skull is pretty tough. It pierced it in an instant. It’s not gunpowder-based, so what is it?

Victoria turns her gaze toward where the attack came from.

There, a man in aristocratic attire, who had beaten me, is pointing a large jeweled staff at me.

“Clear that water above my head, now!”

And he shouted toward Victoria. No, if the water above is scary, shouldn’t he be shooting at Victoria instead of me?

Ah.

That’s right.

If Victoria loses control, not many living creatures here will survive properly.

The huge mass of water, swollen like a balloon, extends all the way to the sky above Vern City, far west from here.

“Everyone, raise your weapons and aim at the girl below! You, whatever you’re doing, if you don’t do as I say, that thing rampaging below will die too. Got it?”

The current leader of the army.

He really makes sharp decisions. At least, the choices he’s making here are the best options.

Following his shout, those in wind-up machines and those who can use magic surround Polaris.

If it were a situation where magic couldn’t be used, it would be different, but against someone as strong as Polaris, they’re not that strong an # Nоvеlight # opponent.

Fighting against such monsters is the job of the world’s army.

However, all means of resistance are based on magic, so in Vern City, they were killed incredibly easily.

Here, we’re still outside the influence of devices that erase magic.

Like the children following the Pied Piper, those foolishly swept by blind enthusiasm had been running here, but as the sky began to flood, the Purple Twilight Association stopped their steps.

In such a situation, killing someone as an example and using hostages to somehow handle the situation is not a bad choice for the leader.

Again, I say.

Even if you make the right choice every time, if the premises are wrong, you will never reach the correct answer.

“So, I don’t die from that. Humanity.”

I moved my upper and lower jaw to speak. Nothing was left above my nose, so air leaked, and it made a slightly deflated sound, but it made even more of a draw on their attention.

Crack.

I pushed the reality down again to return it to its original state.

Phew. I’ve regenerated in the same place twice, but unlike last time, the world didn’t crack. Is this something I’ll get used to?

I’ll think about that later.

I look around at the people who are stunned by what they see.

In the meantime, seeing Victoria, who looks like she understood I’m hard to kill, it seems she now realizes the difficulty of killing me.

“Even you, if you make a contract with me, you’ll hand me over.”

In the first world, the power of religion was so great that everything I did became the work of the apostles of God, or God’s own work.

But not here.

So, here, I show mercy, but act in a way that persuades them that the power dynamic won’t change no matter what they do.

“I don’t dominate. I support every human action. If you desire something, you should take it. Those who dream should hope to achieve their dreams.”

Whatever that dream is, if it’s a wish, it’s free, right?

“But humanity is different. They oppress, abuse, and seize.”

I condemn the actions he has taken so far. People in this world have their own sense of justice. They can judge good and evil properly.

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They follow righteousness, and they have the common sense to hate what is wrong.

Even if they are in the army, no, especially in these extreme situations, they’ll have to make judgments to survive.

Of course, choosing me is the worst choice!

“I don’t wish for humanity to die. If you stay here now, the royal family will recognize you as traitors.”

Yes. This is said as if I’m speaking to the leader, but really, I’m speaking to those around me.

Which side will they think is right?

Will the seed I planted sprout?

I cautiously check the field.

“Humanity needs to dream more.”

So I spoke, hoping they would die and kill each other endlessly, carrying the desire for warmth.

Just one person needs to betray. In the battlefield, traitors are executed.

Especially if it’s that leader, I believe he’ll have the skill to cut down immediately, ensuring that the group collapses from mental breakdowns.

I believe in the evil of humanity.

I’m targeting that.

Just one.

Only one is needed.

And then, it happened.

“I, I will follow you. You, you saved my sister.”

My sister? Looking at his face, I recall something. The day Vern City burned. The girl who was dying from burns and turned into a Harvester. That’s her family.

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That’s right. If they were in the Vern City defense force, it wouldn’t be strange if their family lived in Vern City.

As that young man approaches me, the leader dramatically shouts, making sure everyone hears him.

“Traitor! A traitor has come out of my army, how truly sad! Foolish soldier! You know what happens to traitors in the army, right? A summary execution!”

Flash.

Light sweeps through, and the man’s upper body is torn apart.

Hehe.

Very good.

Just as I expected, he reacted as planned.

The human body is tougher than expected, so even if it’s said to be instant death, it takes time to die.

And that’s the opportunity. Even in that moment, a contract can be made.

“I’ll offer myself to you. But later, once you finish everything, I’ll take everything you have. What do you say?”

In the silence, the man, his upper and lower body separated, swells up, turning into something like porcelain.

And like a new life breaking out of an eggshell, the man, his hair dyed purple and skin turning blue, crawls out from the shattered porcelain.

I approach him and say this.

“Since I’m inside you, you can still dream.”

Ambiguous, dream-like words are made to be understood as the meaning I want to convey.

“Th-thank you.”

As he kneels and bows, others around start cautiously approaching me. As soon as the leader sees this, he hardens his expression and shouts.

“Traitor! Deserting dog! All of you fools will be executed immediately!”

Light and flames rage, and people die.

I turn them into Harvesters. Even though the Harvesters who are wounded here can’t recover, people are too distracted by the ones who come back to life and rush to protect me.

And then, in doing so.

“What?”

A Harvester, now with the ability to resist the attack, emerges.

The light from the staff dissipates uselessly, like something popping out of a toy.

The numerous warmths falling around me stop my coldness, if only a little.

Where is that?

Hehe.

“I will say this forever. Come to me. I will share myself with humanity.”

Of course, it’s impossible for the leader to surrender now, having killed so many people.

I also know that among those bowing to me, there is a spy sent by the company, Gun & Rufu, but I pretend not to know. I’m loading up for the next move.

Information gathers, warmth gathers, and Harvesters increase.

This time too, my choice was correct.