Instant Messiah

- At the end of Seneca, in a certain corner, people continue to make their daily fortunes today.

The name of this small village is Servante Seca. Only one accomplishment made the world proud, but few knew it.

Under sunny weather, this place is as peaceful as ever, and nothing has changed, showing the way it always is.

"Hey, is the harvest over?

"Yeah, I finished safely yesterday. I used a pretty good seed this time, so I'm hoping..."

"Well, shall we do the tests next week?"

What they make a living would belong to agriculture…. There is nothing else to describe.

The specialties of this village are traded at very high prices.

By selling it domestically and internationally, they make so much money that they are not similar to the size of the village. It is a well-known story, in part, by which we live wealthy lives.

... but I didn't really know the inside line.

That's why I'm staying in this village.

"You're not feeling well in the third cage. You're gonna get away with this."

"Oh, I guess. I've already asked Danan to fix it. That's right. I'm talking about the animal house number two. I'm aware of it. See how it goes."

"Is it time? You've been up all night. You can't even drink."

"Just fine, you drink too much from time to time"

"I'm sorry it's a life without booze."

"Ha! I know how you feel, but don't let your daughter-in-law grab you for love!

... From the outside, I hear a swallowing voice, no different in phase.

Because of this peace, I am falling prey to my own will in this village…

"Hey, it's Grandpa Iska's place again, Big Venus. Oh, that field over there is really brilliant."

You're kidding me.

"Baka, that one over there is something else. If you're jealous, you'll find a good seed."

I can hear voices from the outside. I hear voices from this one, naturally.

But I don't open my mouth anymore. There are several reasons for that.

One, already, I tried it scattered. And I found out it was no use.

Two, because I kept calling out loud, my throat is already crushed.

And the third......

Gi, and the doors of the crude cabin open.

I accidentally narrowed my eyes to the light of the first day in a long time plugging from it. My pupils were perfectly darkened, but from their excessively regular living sounds, I was not allowed to lose my sense of time.

... If that had been possible, I would have been able to go crazy sooner.

The heavy footsteps of the boots approach.

"Hey, city guy. Is it time for your heart to get ready?

"... ahhh"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't help asking."

Bad bad, he held up my lighter body, saying.

In addition to the two earlier, the third. My tongue has been treated so that no more voices can be heard.

Even if I try to curse you, there's no voice coming out of my mouth. I'm not leaving anymore.

I can't even break out. With some tendons cut off, I can't resist anymore.

"Ma, let me give birth two or three times. I hope it's a hit... if it's off, I'll have to crush it."

This is that glorious... village, I can't believe it.

It was a lie.

Everything was falsely colored.

It wasn't just one reporter, it wasn't an area to step into.

All I knew was, this is just the place to be proud of......!

"Good luck to you for being our earner-head field. You can't afford to feed a head."

"Ugh... Ugh! Ah!"

"Whoa, I'm fine. Ah. Give me a good baby."

This place, this hell.

It can't be that this is the birthplace of the brave man.

This is hell. Hell with no multiplier.

Does God allow such a place to exist?

Why are the people of this village still alive?

"Hmm......!

- Throw a word at God from your mouth that can't even make a meaningful sound already, but it does nothing.

Words that are not heard by any of them disappear into a wide herd, unknown to none other than themselves, whether they pray to God or curse Him.

"So get along with the rest of the guys, huh? Wouldn't you know if you hurt our ranch name?"

That's what I said, man.

Lock a certain livestock in its own ranch cage, deprived of human dignity at the earliest opportunity.

- And the days go on as usual.

Because this was the routine of this village.

Isolated and invisible sites from other districts, dotted there, are ranches. Human, ranch.

The village of Servante Seca, Seneca country. The specialty is human.

That was the birthplace of 'The Brave' Sally Snow White...... its present appearance.