How To Suck Honey With Extras [EN]: Chapter 343

381. Conclusion (8)

But those bastards are stubborn.

They’re idiots repeating pointless actions for an eternity.

There’s no way they’ll understand easily.

Rather, they reject my intentions as if displeased.

Yeah, they won’t admit it easily.

“You guys are like administrators, more like civil servants watching to prevent accidents than gods.”

Is that why? They don’t seem very sacred to me.

“But this is a universally valid principle, remember it.”

I insisted. I kept insisting.

I won’t back down. There’s no giving up.

“Originally, management doesn’t understand the public sentiment.”

Silence.

They just remain silent.

“Have you ever actually lived in that world? Earning money, using it to eat, lying down when tired, teasing the easy targets… Have you lived like that?”

I have lived like that.

So I believe I have the right to speak confidently.

Who acknowledges that right? Who cares?

If I say so, then it is so.

Because.

“We are actually living there.”

Even if we are just countless dots mixed in with their plans, hard to even recognize, we each live with our own will.

“Don’t lead us! Don’t lead humans around as you please!”

It’s not an appeal.

I just want to tell them.

That we are alive.

“Whether you make plans and execute them or not, I don’t care. But we are the ones suffering from it. Are you going to ignore their will?”

“That plan’s premise is wrong!”

I shouted strongly.

“If it’s just a simple novel, you can kill or save as you please. But we, the people involved, have come all the way here to argue, and you don’t even want to listen?”

<…….>

This time, they are silent.

They must be quite embarrassed.

The bastards exchange glances and send some strange signals to each other.

They’re probably discussing among themselves.

“……Excuse me, but allow me to speak.”

It wasn’t me who spoke.

It’s Sylvester, who promised to remain silent.

Why do I feel like there’s more attention on him than when I speak?

‘……Could it be that it makes a difference if it’s not just an outsider but an actual native of that world?’

If I argue, they just think I’m some guy who got mixed in from another world spouting nonsense, but if a being belonging to the world they manage argues, it carries a different weight.

“I feel the same way as Aileen. What you give us is not development but suffering.”

The bastards have no words.

I just nodded slightly, meaning he could continue speaking.

“You said that humans reflect on the pain you give them, but in reality, they are just afraid.”

Even after an incident occurs, they don’t learn from it but just watch the victims and feel relieved that it wasn’t them.

That can’t be the cornerstone of development.

“Humans develop even without your methods.”

Sylvester appealed like that.

I, who had been waiting for his words to end, continued to argue as if taking over.

“Above all, it is absurd to have humanity compete with other worlds for development.”

Even if they just watch, look at the results, and erase them if they don’t like them.

“For us, it is our daily life and life itself. From the start, our goals are different from yours.”

A slightly unpleasant message.

“It’s not needed.”

There’s no need to suck up here.

“You can just watch. Unless it’s extremely out of line, there’s no need to intervene. Humanity will move forward anyway.”

It’s just my opinion, and maybe I’m wrong.

But right now, this is all I can say.

Their gestures become more agitated.

Perhaps the discussion is becoming more intense.

Maybe there’s quite a fierce debate going on.

Someone is opposing.

Someone is wavering and may be reflecting on our words.

It’s a good reaction.

At least it’s a hundred times better than being ignored.

Confusion is a sign that there might be a compromise.

Unexpectedly, our claims were accepted quite readily.

To put it in perspective, it means the file was only half deleted, but there’s no backup.

It means that even if we stop now, there will only be a world that is half-broken.

“You mean it can’t be undone?”

That’s what they mean.

Well, even if we stop in the current state, will they really return to their lives, to their daily routines?

No one knows whether a world that is already fatally broken will function properly.

“……If possible, it would be best to restore it from here.”

Of course, I also considered the possibility that it wouldn’t happen.

What if the negotiation is successful but the result is a problem?

Even if we stop them, it would be meaningless if nothing improves.

Of course, the reconstruction of civilization may be possible.

If we work hard for decades or centuries, we might somehow fill the wounds.

But even if we cover the wounds, scars remain.

“……More than anything, it’ll be hard for me to live.”

I guess I can pursue some minor self-interest.

I came all the way here, enduring hardships.

That much is a natural right.

“Then. I’ll change the request a little.”

Plan 2.

A plan for when complete restoration is impossible.

“I’d like to ask for your cooperation in a slightly different way.”

“……Are you going to do that after all?”

Sylvester’s expression hardens because he’s already heard the story from me once.

But he doesn’t object.

At least he agrees that it’s better.

“Your method…… I want to borrow that in a slightly different way.”

Their gazes, as if they’re dumbfounded, are focused on me.

“I suffered from that wrong method. So just once…… I want to borrow that authority with our intentions.”

It’s difficult to fix it neatly anyway.

Patching up a worm-eaten house doesn’t mean it won’t collapse.

We needed a countermeasure separate from persuasion.

“Sometimes, we have to completely tear it down, reinforce it, and rebuild it.”

“Reset it…… but the basic foundation is the civilization we live in. And I want to maintain the existing flow as it is until at least 500 years ago.”

Maintain the same flow as the existing civilization until at least 500 years ago.

“If I had to say it, it’s not a reset but a rollback.”

However, it would be fine to just return it as it is.

I made another suggestion.

“I don’t want to receive the world that was tormented by the plans you set up as you pleased.”

The reason I said nearly 500 years is also to calculate the era that was blatantly affected by their plans.

At least, I thought based on the novel I read, that schedule.

“I demand that you create an era where the plans you set…… that damn novel, are not reflected.”

In other words, a branching point.

Without the flag that serves as the center, you cannot create a crossroads.

Returning it and creating a branch are separate matters.

Above all, there’s no reason for them to do that much.

Of course, there is a reference point.

If my prediction is correct, there’s no mistake.

“……I propose to make the flow of my existence itself the branch.”

5,000 points saved up.

Points to create a wedge using it.

Another solution that Nelkellos told me in the past.

A reorganization plan.

The existence of me, who knew the plans and recklessly messed them up, creating the current result.

The result of my activities is a kind of branching point.

If so, I’ll use that.

‘In the end, that’s why I was called here.’

What I did.

Based on the influence generated through it, I create a completely different result.

A world that has reached a conclusion that is not manipulated by fate.

I’ll create that again by setting up a branch.

“We will move forward from that newly created era.”

That’s when it will be a world without plans or anything.

They shuddered.

“Impossible?”

In short, it means they want to listen but can’t.

“…….”

Strange.

Surely, according to the information I received from that guy, it was a sufficiently possible area?

“……Aileen, is this also according to your plan?”

“Wait a minute…….”

I’m also flustered.

I frowned and calculated again.

‘Where did I mess up? I fulfilled the conditions as I received them…….’

Could it be that his claim was wrong, not mine?

It was at that moment.

“……No, ……the conditions are definitely met…… It’s possible.”

Haltingly…… a fragmented way of speaking as if the language is not familiar.

Unlike the others, he speaks in his own voice like us.

The one who revealed himself was a being I had seen several times and was familiar with.

That weirdo.

The being who is presumed to have called me.

So he was here after all?

“The lacking power…… is here. ……And I waited for this moment.”

He held out something.

A bead with a strange light.

He hands it to me.

As if telling me to take it.

“……This is.”

I, who received it without much thought, couldn’t help but be surprised.

It contains enormous energy.

To put it in perspective, it’s a huge energy that could lift the entire continent several times over.

And as he hands it over, his body becomes blurry.

The other beings also seem to be agitated by the sight.

Without having to listen to an explanation, I could vaguely imagine the identity of this bead.

His existence itself.

He is trying to convert his existence itself into energy to compensate for the lacking elements.

“Why? Why call me and do this much?”

“Just…… a question about our methods.”

“A question?”

“……And you, who were brought in from the outside, proved it. We are the ones who are wrong after all.”

With those words, his form completely collapsed and disappeared.

Instead, what remained was a mass of energy that had transformed his existence itself.

Seeing that, a strange video flashed in my head for a moment.

He was watching some children.

I don’t even know when it started.

Because there was nothing else to do.

While repeating human civilizations several times, he even felt bored and tried to just watch this time.

But he thought it was meaningless.

Maybe those kids will grow up and live and die like ordinary humans.

But they couldn’t.

He couldn’t watch until the end.

Before their lives were completed, beings in the same position as him gave up on that era and erased everything.

Because there was no possibility of overall development.

Watching, he felt regret for the first time.

‘Is that really okay?’

‘Was it really right to interfere there?’

As doubts about what he had been doing until now sprouted and the regret of not watching until the end was added, he questioned for the first time.

And he decides.

To prove what is truly right.

“……Is that his memory or something?”

It’s a motive that’s hard for me to understand.

Well, if you want, I’ll use it.

“Is this still not enough?”

There is no answer.

Perhaps, it means it’s enough.

You seem quite confused.

Well, their worries are their own.

Someday they’ll understand.

“Then I’ll use it without hesitation.”

My goal is the destruction of the past world and the completion of a world that will never disappear again.

The time has come to start it.

“Now! This time, let’s go to a world where I can enjoy myself as much as I want!”

Yes, my only goal is that.

And our eyes were enveloped in that new light.