Chapter 324 – Volume 65 – A World Without Heroes (4)
Use magic based on the magic management method used by fairies.
To replace the sugar flowing in the fairy’s body, put a sweet candy in its mouth for a while.
Just like using swordsmanship, you can add aura to your magic.
Of course, this is also like training in swordsmanship.
Although it was necessary to have such training to possess Aura through one’s own will.
Anyway, the very fact that this was possible was truly amazing.
“Although it consumes random ‘sugar’ items in the bag…”
Even though there are such minor consumable conditions.
The awesomeness of this ability does not disappear.
If this method were to exist in reality, it would be possible to create a mage who would overwhelm the majority of knights.
“By the way…”
And with this, the biggest purpose of moving to this area has been achieved.
I could have gone back right now and moved on to the next story.
He couldn’t do that, he was very hesitant.
They are providing directions to the area so that you can return.
Somehow I couldn’t do that.
Because I didn’t feel comfortable leaving this place like this and going back.
“Well, it wasn’t anything special. “If it bothers you so much, could you help me with my work?”
“Work?”
“It’s the recovery company’s job.”
Retrieving corpses and items left behind in the village.
Obtaining money to use in a new home.
…At first, he went to get his own things, but since he survived, he has asked others to do the same.
Of course, many things were lost in this bombing.
Rather, it is said that it is something worth doing.
When I did this job in the past, I took a lot of risks.
Then he almost died last time, and he stopped working for a while.
This is the result requested by many people who found hope thanks to this work.
They even provided support by hastily bombing the village.
“It was in the original plan, but the date was pushed back a bit.”
“Okay.”
“And as the job grows, we need people to help us with it.”
Because humans do not have strong sugar in their bodies.
He said he was not a direct target of their attacks.
So he said that even if he didn’t have the talent of a salvageer like himself, he could still work as if he were talented enough.
“Ah…”
Defeat the enemy.
It wasn’t about doing something great.
Just go to the written address and get the items you need.
It was such a simple thing.
It even tells you where and how to get there in the game.
Just move around, talk to them, find things, collect bodies…
It was such a trivial thing.
It’s not difficult at all.
It’s just a simple repetition of things.
“Ugh…”
As he progressed one by one, he received the currency of the temporarily created village.
Because you can use that currency to buy really good things.
This repetitive work was truly an efficient play.
But even though I knew that, it became increasingly difficult to proceed.
All I had to do was listen to the story, find the item, and bring it back.
It must be something simple.
“This letter.”
“It’s a letter…?”
“It looks like I wrote this while I was still conscious.”
He realized that he was addicted to sour sugar, and became the only man left in the village.
Before losing consciousness, the enemy’s body remained next to the letter.
The more he sees the client breaking down as he reads the letter, the more his heart breaks.
It shows little by little flashbacks to happy times in the past.
What we see now is in contrast to that.
The story of a family flows out.
The story of two people in love flows out.
Some moments of pain are revealed.
The feelings that are embedded in each and every task given.
It feels like it’s digging deep into my heart and causing it to ache.
All the people’s pain was soothed, but nothing was lightened.
He tried to suppress the flowing tears and watch the next content.
As expected, it wasn’t that easy.
This collapsed world of fairies was a very sad and painful world.
“Sorry.”
“No. “It’s not something worth doing for that long.”
「…」
“But thanks to you, it helped me a lot. It seems like most of the work that was pushed back has been completed…”
“Okay.”
I tried to hold on as long as I could.
In the end, he chose to give up.
I wanted to help in some way, but the method was too difficult.
“Instead, could you please deliver these to the village? “I have work to do.”
“Yes.”
After making up my mind, I stop by the village.
While trying to give her bag to another fairy, he felt strange.
Come to think of it, I haven’t seen her come to town recently.
How on earth do you have to work so hard to get that?
To be honest, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t worried.
We haven’t known each other that long, but we’ve become attached enough.
“Uhm…”
The function to just go back was also activated.
Despite her opposition, it seemed possible to go back and meet her.
He was heading that way without realizing it.
“Uh?”
“Brûlée? Brûlée!”
“Ugh… Oh, didn’t he die?”
“Are you okay?”
「…」
And later, I noticed Brûlée’s hands shaking.
He also couldn’t shake the thought that it was strange.
I was exercising as much restraint as possible and moving sanely, but…
The look of biting one’s lips like that, holding in something.
Trembling of the body as if having a seizure.
A lot of such evidence begins to connect with various incidents that we have seen so far.
“No way, you…”
“Haha… That’s ugly. “I never thought it would end up like this.”
The ‘monsters’ who survived the last bombing.
I faced a situation where I could no longer simply get ‘sugar’.
It is said that the obsession with sugar has become stronger, and now it has become common for people to come to their senses to some extent.
“The problem is, that intelligence is not sane. “I started using it for hunting.”
If fairy blood is sweeter than regular sugar.
Sweeter than that is the blood of a monster.
So when they realized this, they attacked their own people and sucked their blood.
“But don’t die.”
That way, if their compatriots consume sugar to increase their blood pressure.
Because you can get it by raiding again.
It is said that it developed that way.
“But let’s get deeper. Now, if you find a fairy with just the right amount of sugar. “They didn’t kill me.”
She was recently arrested after being pushed to a dangerous level.
It is said that she was able to survive thanks to that changed mindset.
“Instead, I was forced to drink their blood.”
Although it is not at the level of new sugar.
By drinking blood that is sweet enough to be addictive.
He himself began to become something similar to that monster.
“I can’t quench my thirst with the food I used to eat. Then what you should eat is…”
The same fairy blood.
Or the blood of a fairy who became a monster.
The former is no different from a monster, and the more you choose the latter, the more serious the situation becomes.
“I guess that’s why…”
“When I looked at the other fairies in the village, I felt like I couldn’t control my desires.”
Because I’m afraid of not being able to control myself.
I was deliberately not going back to the village.
…Even the things he tied up become visible to him later.
“Thank you. Thanks to you, I was able to finish what I had to do.”
But I wanted to finish the work I had already received.
As he relieved his labor, he was able to naturally connect with the village.
Using that, I was able to finish the whole thing without getting caught.
“…I thought I was going to die.”
“I was hesitant because I was scared.”
He tells the story of his life.
Brûlé slowly tells the story of what happened while working as a recovery business.
And a man holding his breath reading them through the monitor.
“Still, I don’t regret it.”
“Brûlée…!”
“Hello, disciple.”
I received thanks from many people.
I was able to bring a little light to someone’s despair.
So I have no choice but to be fully satisfied.
Brûlée left those words.
He himself took his own life.
“Ah…”
In a city that was beautiful in the past, but is now burned down and ashes.
As if to melt away the sweetness, a strong rain began to fall.
One player who was exposed to that world as a game.
He meditated for a while, burying his sobs in the artificial sound of rain.
『In a world where erotic comics are legal』
“It feels strange to see it as a game like this.”
“You liked this story.”
“I cried a lot, but I always wanted to hear more.”
Stories of different fairies, told one each day.
Such a warm and sad story full of affection and heart.
“I bet you wouldn’t cry all the time.”
“How did you win? It was really bad.”
“But I ended up crying and falling asleep.”
“Yes… It was sad, but there was warmth in it.”
It reminds me a lot of the old days.
There was a time when I told this story to Rika every night.
Even though she was shedding tears, I remember her hugging me tightly and concentrating on the story, saying it was okay.
“Still, the last story would have been nice with a happy ending.”
“I had a scene in my head.”
That’s it.
This production has never been shown to Rika either.
I slowly operated the computer and prepared it for Rika to watch.
“If we end the whole story like this.”
The perspective slowly changes to a temporary fairy village.
Customers of the recovery business, who until now have been used as a device for sad stories, appear.
However, this time, it was a little different in that the focus was on things that brought laughter back thanks to the recall.
“Thank you. Brûlée.”
“Thank you, Sister!”
“Thank you. Mr. Brûlée.”
“Thank you…”
Those words of gratitude.
Sweet words of gratitude are scattered.
It overlaps with the corpse of Brûlée, who slowly died.
“Oppa, this…”
“Yeah. I was thinking about something like this.”
Those words of gratitude.
The light that started from those sweet words.
Slowly restoring the new fairy village.
In the end, the beauty of the process of creating a cute fairy city again.
“How is it?”
I wanted to give it as a gift to a little girl.
