Chapter 56

# 56

User Manual for the Reincarnated 056

Being Poor Doesn’t Make You Good (5)

"That’s what I said, didn’t I, Priestess?"

"Ah…."

"I told you that not all poor people are good, didn’t I?"

As I bowed my head, I could see that she looked quite beaten up.

I knew exactly what had happened.

I had watched this foolish woman’s adventure from start to finish.

Her face was a mess of tears and snot, and she looked terrified.

Of course, the moment she saw me, her expression changed as if I were a lifeline from heaven, but I didn’t feel any sympathy.

What was most amusing was the contrast.

Seeing how different she looked from this morning, my lips curled into a smile.

‘Humans are truly amusing.’

The poor people she thought she needed to protect had become the aggressors, and I, whom she despised, had become her savior.

It would be strange if I didn’t laugh.

This was the most entertaining situation for me.

Her face was swollen from being hit, and her hair was disheveled.

Her clothes were more than half torn.

Bruises covered her body, and she was bleeding from somewhere, a far cry from the neat and tidy appearance she had when I first met her.

If I hadn’t shown up, something terrible might have happened to her.

"Ah…."

The tears that had been welling in her eyes fell in an instant.

I could feel the men who were pulling on Seon Hee-yeong’s hair and the vagrants waiting their turn looking at me.

"What are you doing here?"

"That’s none of your business, trash."

"Really… I can’t even speak from shock. Who are you, you little brat?"

"Don’t move."

Of course, I didn’t have the confidence to kill everyone here.

I was a weak magician, and they were in the majority.

I didn’t even trust Jung Hae-yan, who was chanting a spell behind me.

What I trusted was them.

These trash were so focused on satisfying their desires that they didn’t notice me.

They were the kind of people who were strong against the weak but weak against the strong.

Sure enough, they looked cautious. My appearance and demeanor were no different from theirs, but my overly confident stance made them feel intimidated.

"Where did you come from?"

"You don’t need to know."

"That’s…."

I turned slightly to see Jung Hae-yan casting a spell.

Before her voice could fully emerge, an unknown magical power enveloped the area, binding them.

Screams erupted as they struggled to understand the situation.

Seon Hee-yeong, who had been trembling with fear, started running towards me.

She realized that I was the only one who could protect her.

"It’s dangerous, didn’t I say?"

"Thank you. Thank you so much for helping me."

"You can stand a little further away. You’re safe, Priestess."

She was clinging to my pants.

"How do you feel? What do you think of this place?"

"Thank you. Thank you so much for helping me. Hurry, hurry… hurry, hurry, let’s get out of here. Hurry… from this place…."

It seemed she couldn’t think straight.

The fear was so overwhelming that she could only think of escaping.

I don’t know what kind of tutorial she went through, but this woman clearly had no tolerance for such situations.

From my perspective, wanting to have a serious conversation, this was a frustrating situation.

This wasn’t good.

I wanted to have a deeper conversation with her, not just rescue her.

"Let go of that."

"Excuse me?"

"Let go, you naive woman. I’ll throw you back there if you don’t."

"Please, don’t… don’t…."

"What do you think?"

"What do you mean…?"

"What do you think now that you’ve seen them up close and realize how pitiful you are?"

"You’re right. You were right. Everything you said was right."

She wasn’t thinking clearly.

Her face was filled with desperation.

It was a desperate cry to get out of this situation, not a reflection on her actions.

"Hae-yan, release the magic."

"Yes, brother."

"Don’t! Don’t release it!"

Of course, I wasn’t releasing the binding magic on them.

It was the illusion spell on Seon Hee-yeong.

I wanted to reveal her true face.

As Jung Hae-yan slowly withdrew her magic, Seon Hee-yeong’s face became clear.

"Look straight ahead."

"Excuse me?"

The faces of the trash who had been oppressing our dear priestess turned pale.

They realized who they had messed with.

While they looked more like they were in trouble, they must have realized they had picked the wrong person to mess with.

They had just offended an important talent beloved by many clans.

Seeing them cursing, I almost laughed.

"Do you want to live?"

Seeing them nod, I immediately smiled and continued.

"Can you kill this woman?"

They looked confused, not understanding what I was saying. I needed to explain further.

"No, you don’t have to kill her. Just take out your frustrations and stress on her. She was your object of admiration, wasn’t she? The Saint of the Forsaken… right?"

They nodded like puppets, as if under a spell.

"Why… why are you saying this?"

"Personally, I have some bad feelings towards this woman, and I think it would be a good show. But you don’t need to know the reason. The important thing is whether you do it or not. This is an opportunity I’m giving you."

"…."

"Refuse, and you die."

"I… I’ll do it."

"That’s better."

Seon Hee-yeong, with a dazed expression, caught my eye.

"Brother… how…."

"Shut up and do as you’re told, you brats. It’s not going to change anything anyway."

"Can we really do whatever we want?"

I nodded slightly and continued.

"Of course. You can finish what you started earlier."

"Really?"

"Whether it’s good luck or bad luck… I don’t know, but I’m grateful you’re letting me live."

"Brother… even so…."

"Shut up, you brat. She’s no different from the others. The Saint of the Forsaken is a joke. Didn’t you see her crying earlier? If you don’t want to do it, you can leave. You’re a stubborn brat."

"I… I don’t want to leave…."

"I never liked her anyway. Who does she think she is, acting like she can help others? I’m grateful she kept us from starving, but I always knew it would end up like this. Huhuhu. Isn’t that how life is? You never know what will happen, right?"

"You’re right."

The man with burn scars seemed to be enjoying the situation, speaking in a way that was quite favorable to me.

I could tell he was a bastard just by looking at him, but his appearance exceeded my expectations, making me almost laugh.

Seon Hee-yeong was no longer terrified.

She looked resigned.

I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but she must have been more shocked than I was.

To be disowned by the very people she had dedicated her life to serving must have been a terrible feeling. It was probably similar to how Jung Hae-yan felt when she lost me.

In the end.

"Ugh…."

A pitiful cry burst out.

"Huhuhuhu."

The bastards, seemingly unaffected by their consciences, burst into laughter.

It wasn’t a pleasant sight.

I slowly moved forward. As I approached, the people surrounding Seon Hee-yeong slowly backed away.

Turning my gaze to her, I saw her looking at me with an indescribable expression.

"You didn’t need to go this far…."

"Now we can have a proper conversation."

"You didn’t need to go this far… ugh…."

"I only helped you to see reality more clearly. So, what do you think of this place?"

"You were right. Ugh… You were right. I was wrong. I…."

"No, that’s not it."

"What…?"

"You weren’t wrong."

"What are you saying?"

"Exactly what I mean, Seon Hee-yeong. You weren’t wrong. You are noble. Sacrificing for others is something ordinary people can’t do."

"…."

"I respect you. If I were in your position, I couldn’t have served these people every day. You didn’t do it for any reward. Even though you could have received support from guilds and clans, you didn’t focus on material desires and maintained your own values. You worked hard and led the way in helping these people. Yes, you did."

She looked dazed, not understanding what I was saying.

"You are in a lower position than others. I’ve seen where you live. It’s not a place that fits your social status. You’ve given up everything. Literally everything. Others have also moved. You made other clans and guilds pay attention to the poor. Yes, you are noble."

"That’s… that’s ridiculous."

"You didn’t make them into pigs. My previous words were out of jealousy for what you had, which I didn’t. Your noble, beautiful, and sincere nature is something I don’t have. I was the one who was twisted."

"…."

I could see her crying.

Whether she felt comforted or was crying because of the situation, I could at least tell that her thoughts had changed.

"You were never wrong."

"Yes… ugh…."

"You are noble."

"Yes…."

"You are admirable."

"Yes…."

"What’s wrong…."

"Yes…."

"It’s them."

"Yes."

"The ungrateful pigs are the ones who are wrong."

"…."

"The ones who betrayed you without knowing what they received are the ones who are corrupting Lindel, the Holy Empire, and society. Even if noble people continue to contribute to society, it won’t improve because of these people. Yes, it’s because of these people. The slums don’t improve, and you receive unnecessary misunderstandings, and your noble light is dimmed, all because of them."

"Yes… ugh…."

"The ones who are corrupting this place are not those who are trying to stand up, but those who don’t even think about standing up."

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Come on, then."

"…."

"Let’s start true service, Priestess."

There was no response to my words.

But I saw Seon Hee-yeong slowly stand up and take the dagger I offered.

"Let’s work together to create a beautiful Lindel."