I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

"This scarf is the only thing he left me."

I never knew where he went or whether he was still alive.

It wasn't until I grew up that I realized the reason he left was because he was going to die; he just didn't want me to know!

The audience was as quiet as a graveyard.

"That man was clearly just a homeless man who came from nowhere and didn't even leave a name."

But he gave me everything he had.

He gave his life to save mine!

"So today I stand here, and I will use everything he taught me."

Go and fight for the tomorrow that belongs to all those in the lower classes, just like him and like me.

Seele raised her hand and pointed upwards, towards the top of the thick layer of rock.

“You need to know those people in the upper districts, eating hot meals and wearing fur coats.”

What did they do?!

They use the ore we mined to continuously heat their own houses, but they ignore us completely.

Then he added: "You should be grateful."

She gritted her teeth and spat out each word one by one.

"What should we be grateful for?"

Are we grateful to them for giving us scraps?

Are we grateful that they allowed us to live?

Grateful they didn't kick us all out to freeze to death?!

Someone in the audience started shouting, "Ungrateful!"

"Yes, no gratitude!"

"Why!"

Seele suddenly raised her right fist.

"Gun in hand! Follow me!"

Hundreds of voices roared out in unison from the audience:

"Gun in hand! Follow me!"

"We do it for justice!"

"For justice!"

"We do it for justice!"

"For justice!"

"We do it to survive!"

"To survive!"

Seele's voice was already hoarse, but she was still yelling.

Why should they get three hot meals a day?

"Why!"

"Why do they have so many heating outlets?"

"Why!"

"Why should they let us mine while they live in warm houses?!"

"Why!"

Seele took a deep breath and shouted out her last words with all her might:

Who are we?!

A deafening roar erupted from the audience:

"Earthfire—!"

"We are subterranean fire!"

"We are the subterranean fire!!"

The shouts broke through the maze of tin-roofed alleyways in Panyan Town and climbed up the ventilation shaft.

It penetrated the thick layer of rock and traveled to a very, very far place.

Seele jumped down from the platform and landed on the ground.

She looked down at the red scarf on her right hand, as if talking to herself:

“Dad...you saved me back then, now I’m all grown up, it’s my turn to save others.”

[Light Cone Name: "Prairie Fire" Red Scarf Shape]

[Ability: The wearer's personal charisma increases infinitely with the number of believers, with no theoretical upper limit.]

Every person who truly follows her makes her stronger and more influential.

She has more decisiveness and a more captivating charm that makes people willing to go through fire and water for her.

If one person believes, a lamp shines; if ten thousand people believe, the Milky Way dims.

[Side effect: The stronger the faith power, the more useless the wearer becomes in daily life.]

Specifically, this manifests as not knowing how to tie shoelaces, and any attempt to tie them inevitably results in them coming undone.

They can't open the door; they always get the push and pull buttons wrong.

If you don't know how to use a lighter, you'll inevitably burn your fingers when you try to light it.

He always trips over the threshold when walking and spills soup on his clothes when eating.

These symptoms are triggered randomly when not in combat, and the more followers there are, the more frequently they are triggered.

But once in combat mode, all the symptoms of being useless immediately disappear, and the character switches to perfect combat mode.

Chapter 45 Familiarity

at the same time

Cocolia rubbed her temples. The master had just rushed out when the lower district rioted again.

This overwhelming pressure from both sides caused her to show a rare hint of fatigue.

She turned to Bronya.

"Bronya, you lead the team to the lower district."

Try to calm the situation and prevent the conflict from escalating.

Remember, the priority is to stabilize the situation and avoid escalating the conflict.

Bronya nodded and was about to turn around when Qiye suddenly appeared from the side.

He sported the face of March 7th, but flashed a bright smile that was completely unlike March 7th:

"Great Guardian, we also want to go and see, after all, more people mean more strength."

Cocolia stared at him in silence for a long while.

She's too lazy to even try to understand the thought processes of these extraterrestrial visitors anymore.

Anyway, they are the master's companions, so they should be very strong, and she can't stop them if they want to go.

So he waved his hand:

"Go ahead, but try not to cause trouble."

……

Bronya led the group through the streets of the upper city towards the transport cable car station leading to the lower city.

The line wasn't long, but the atmosphere was subtle.

Bronya suddenly slowed down and turned to look at Qiye.

The pink-haired girl in front of me had an innocent and romantic face, but now she wore a smile that was completely out of character for her.

She was silent for a moment before speaking:

"Thank you all... just now in the conference room."

"What are you thanking me for?"

Qi Ye tilted her head, her face shaped like March 7th.

That smile gave Bronya a gut feeling that "this person isn't as innocent as they seem."

"It was about what happened before, although I'm not entirely sure what Mr. Yang Chaoyue did to my mother."

But the mother's overall condition is improving at a visible rate.

The order issued this time was only to appease, not to suppress.

It's much milder than before.

"So you think that Uncle Yang's recent outburst actually made your mother normal again?"

Xing chimed in from the side.

"...You could say that."

Bronya's expression was somewhat subtle.

"Although the word 'crazy' sounds strange, it really did seem like my mother had unloaded something."

Qiye stroked his chin:

"That's good. When people have nothing on their minds, they naturally become more open-minded."

Bronya glanced at him, a hint of confusion in her eyes:

"The way you speak... seems a little different from when we first met."

Qi Ye's heart skipped a beat.

He almost forgot that he now looks like March 7th.

"I...I've been trying out a new persona recently."

Without batting an eye, Qi Ye told a lie.

"Personal image?"

"Yes, that's it... adjusting my speaking style. To sound more mature."

Bronya looked at him for a few seconds, then nodded:

"...You do sound much more mature when you speak like that."

Before, when you spoke, you sounded like a child who would never grow up.

"I'm mature now!"

Qi Ye blurted it out, then realized that the statement itself was very immature.

Xing casually added insult to injury from the side:

"You've matured to the point of being possessed by a middle-aged shrewd businessman."

Qi Ye turned and glared at her.

Dan Heng walked at the end of the line, observing everything with a blank expression.

His gaze shifted from "March 7th" to "Qiye" and back again, repeating this several times.

He always felt that something was wrong.

March 7th talked too much today, and his word choice became very strange.