The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 207: Lost Dream (2)

That afternoon, Victoria returned to the dormitory and received a letter.

The sender was Beatrice.

Victoria smiled brightly as she grabbed the letter and unfolded it.

The letter was filled with concerns, asking if Victoria was living properly.

While Victoria was crying as she read the letter, she didn’t realize it, but from my perspective, reading the letter through Victoria’s eyes, there was a big issue.

The letter lacked information about Beatrice and Morris. It only briefly mentioned not to worry about what had happened in Vern City. At the very least, shouldn’t they have written something about where they were and what they were doing?

But there was nothing else written.

However, it seemed that was enough for Victoria.

Her face was full of smiles.

Of course, since this is from Victoria’s perspective, it’s not entirely accurate. But just from the way her expression brightened and the tone of her voice changed, I could tell.

She was in a good mood.

Yes. I’m glad.

Even though she had fought and returned without getting what she wanted, it was probably because she rushed in unnecessarily that she suffered.

Still, knowing she’s safe is good enough.

By the way, it’s evening now. Victoria is in the dormitory, and I’m at my place.

From my lodging, I always look at the world from the perspective of the harvest period.

There have been a few changes in the capital.

First, the rankings of the newspapers have shifted, and people have changed which newspapers they’re reading. The newspaper stands are scattered around, so when a newspaper changes, it’s easy to spot.

Also, the wind-up machines, which used to carry goods or people, have almost disappeared. After the national broadcast aired the truth that three companies had been hiding, many machines were destroyed.

Especially, the power units that had caused the issues have mostly disappeared, and many homes have started using wood for heating again.

The landscape of the capital has changed.

Now, when meal time arrives, smoke rises from various parts of the capital.

So, right now, in the late afternoon, unlike before, smoke is rising from every home.

Especially in the Brightshin slum district, the smoke rises in a haze.

Even the people in the slums, who could afford a wind-up device to heat water, hadn’t seen smoke rising from there before.

But now, avoiding that, they’ve started using wood for fire again. The slums, with many old buildings, could still burn wood.

Because about ten years ago, burning wood was the norm.

So, the older the building, the more likely it had a place where they could burn wood for heat.

In other words, new buildings don’t have space to burn wood.

There are no spaces in the buildings to use fire. To boil water or heat things, it used to be done with a wind-up machine.

But wind-up machines are no longer used. They’ve lost their trust to the point that people use makeshift stoves instead.

That’s because there’s a huge mistrust.

Whenever something dangerous is discovered, such items disappear from public view.

The same is happening here.

However, magical tools don’t necessarily need to be discarded. If it was an unsolvable problem, magical civilizations would never have flourished in the first place.

Upon reviewing memories, it’s said that having various types of magic converters could reduce such problems.

By converting magic into heat or water, it’s possible to mix and return some lost magical energy back to normal.

But here, it’s been taken too far. They’ve used a magic converter that turns everything into rotational force. They created light, heat, and even moved things using it.

If we use light as an analogy, they only use green. So, the leftover light produced was just light with the green portion removed.

Soon, the area was filled with light devoid of green. With the magic present, the machines, thinking the environment was normal, absorbed more magic. When they absorbed too much, the machines overheated and exploded.

For reference, old magical tools, like wind-up machines, are okay to use.

But those who use them are rarely from prosperous areas.

So, in large cities, accidents like what happened in Vern City could easily occur.

No, I’ve digressed.

As the news of the issues with wind-up machines spread, countless devices were discarded. Of course, some machines, when they were originally installed, were designed to be permanent fixtures, but whatever could be discarded was, and what couldn’t be discarded wasn’t used.

This era is regressing.

And it’s not just the capital.

It’s the same in cities near the capital, and even in Vern City.

Furthermore, some of those who were caught in Vern City and released quickly returned there. So, we can also get an understanding of the situation there.

People are working to return to their daily lives in Vern City, as well as in the Nant Harbor area in the middle.

The result, if we call it a boom, is not exactly that.

Construction companies tied to big corporations have suffered from it...

Of course, even if they aren’t huge companies, there are plenty of people who ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) know how to build. The problem is, in large cities where construction companies could have taken root, there aren’t enough. Instead, they’re spread out in the countryside.

It’s not that people associated with construction companies can’t build houses. However, if it becomes known that they belong to a construction company, they will be killed by the group.

Especially in Vern City.

The people in Vern City, who read the data released by the capital until their eyes bled, understand how dangerous it is for anyone connected to the three companies.

The interesting part is that Vern City was mostly controlled by those three companies, meaning that most people were either directly or indirectly involved with them.

So, what do they do?

They make a list of people who participated in the protests and those who didn’t. Then, without the protesters’ permission, they’re not allowed to return to Vern City.

If they try to return freely, they’re killed.

From the harvest period’s perspective, it looks like the situation ended, but the people who had returned from the three companies’ involvement were burned alive in the city square.

Hatred spreads effectively.

The city that once led in technological advancements has become the most full of hatred and discrimination.

Wonderful.

The one who led this was the harvest period, and I gained warmth from it!

Two weeks ago, I really worried if this was truly a good world, but humans are truly human.

They think with their hearts and feel with their heads.

They judge the world based on their emotions and feel the need to make judgments when it’s time.

So, while petty crimes of hatred and an extremely closed society are forming, I’m happy because I’ve gathered warmth.

And still, no big issues have occurred. Isn’t it a big deal that people are dying?

Because the king, who is above the law, has softened the laws of the kingdom. In typical kingdoms, criminals are executed for the public’s enjoyment in a circus-like spectacle.

So, even if they are burned alive, if the citizens around agree, the enforcers usually just give a little lecture and move on, like telling people not to throw trash on the streets.

The society has drastically changed, but the norms haven’t caught up, leading to deviance. It feels more like post-traumatic disorder rather than anomie.

There are still moral codes that make killing a person wrong, and it hasn’t led to social chaos.

However, we’re so close to the edge that we can no longer tolerate it.

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It’s like a soldier who’s experienced war, now living everyday life, suddenly misinterpreting his surroundings as a warzone, and acting like he’s still in the battlefield.

It’s not just one person. Vern City is experiencing this.

It’s broken and twisted.

The harvest period tears open its own wounds with its power, expanding them. And every time that happens, warmth flows into me.

Hehe.

I guess it’s fine for you to suffer more.

Although these wounds must be healed one day, I hope they linger as long as possible.

On the other hand, the capital is definitely cleaner.

Even though the capital was destroyed by the witch’s attack, unlike Vern City, it’s recovering.

Very few people had horrible experiences, and most of the survivors were either pricked by thorns and slept it off, so there weren’t many seriously injured.

However, the recent royal announcement has led to wind-up devices being discarded.

But something’s strange with my memories.

Why does it show words like “economic depression” as related searches?

Even if I check the memories, there shouldn’t be anything like that happening here, right? There isn’t mass production, nor are there huge amounts of debt. There shouldn’t be any reason for people to end up on the streets.

I think my memories might have linked things strangely.

It’s like when brainstorming, random words pop up that seem unrelated.

That’s probably it.

These past few days, I’ve been lying in bed, enjoying the warmth sent from Vern City.

Ah.

I feel good.

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As expected, not much went as I thought, but still, the warmth came, so it’s all worked out.

I’ll be humble!

Ah, I should rest before it gets too late and pay attention to the harvest period again.

Meanwhile, the harvest period in another world got caught by a demon and was dragged to hell, where they died. The warmth came to me, but I saw the demon race take the light.

Sadly, that’s all I could see.

It’s sad that whenever a harvest period in the lower levels dies, the perspective of that world disappears along with it.

Still, with examples like Eunjae, if I’m lucky, I can be summoned.

I’ll take it easy.

For now, I’ll focus on advancing technology here, aiming to reach the level of technology that allows travel to other worlds.

I’ll live like a sunless vending machine.

Since I’ve already laid a foundation, I’m relaxed.

In city construction simulation games, when resources are low, you just leave it running and wait for resources to build up.

I don’t know how long I can endure, but as the harvest period’s descendants increase, I’ll be able to use them as sacrifices to ascend to reality, just like I did in the first world.

I’ve scattered many harvest periods in distant places.

Now, the harvest period will probably flourish.

They’re good-looking, smart, and strong.

Actually, after becoming a harvest period, there have been harvest periods that have had children. A female harvest period working at a shop solving sexual urges gave birth to a child.

Birth status doesn’t matter.

Only the dream is important. I already have the power to achieve it. The environment may be awful, and the reality harsh, but it’s better than a regular human, even if it’s not as good as a harvest period.

Live a good life and die happily. If possible, have lots of children.

The children of the harvest period carry on the contract, but if I’m not involved, the light is white, like someone who hasn’t made a contract with me. In other words, it’s light, meaning it’s light.

This means it won’t collapse like in the first world.

Yes. This time, I will be cautious in making contracts.

I’ll try to make a contract with someone in a high position.

As for the third world, I will definitely create an automatic warmth harvesting factory just as I want.