Worthless Skill Escape (WN)

Chapter 222

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Chapter 222 – Devotion for No Reason Part 2

Why am I helping him even though he is a boy?

The boy’s question was simple.

“You want to reduce the number of men, right? But your book is too difficult for me to understand…”

“Have you read it?”

The book was published by a small publishing house, and I paid for it.

The number of copies was small, and it was hardly sold in bookstores.

It was not something that was easy to get.

“I’m told I can buy e-books for free…”

“Oh…”

The boy whose nerves are being directly eroded has no choice but to keep his body as still as possible if he wants to escape the pain.

Of course, medical measures are taken to relieve the pain, but they can’t remove all the suffering.

What’s more, the pain caused by the new lesions that have appeared comes as a surprise.

It is hard to imagine the stress of not knowing when sudden, intense pain will strike.

In order to ease the boy’s pain, his parents probably gave him access to e-books so he could buy them freely.

I hear he likes to read manga and light novels.

Of course, from my point of view, works that “consume” women as objects of sexual addiction should be regulated.

However, considering the pain he was going through, it could be said that it was an emergency measure, like giving a dying soldier a painkiller.

The publisher who published my book didn’t bother to make it an e-book.

I edited the files myself and uploaded them to online bookstores.

Some online bookstores refused to handle it, saying the content was “anti-social,” but there were also online bookstores that didn’t say anything.

He found it and read it himself.

“You may be a man, but you are still prepubescent. You are a child who could become a threat to women.

All men are a threat.

You are a potential threat to women.

My belief in that has not changed.

“So you’re going to abandon me when I grow up?”

“That’s…”

I can’t imagine doing that.

But at the same time, I think I have to.

I am an explorer who follows logic, not emotion.

Ultimately, I will let him go.

I will definitely cure his disease, but there is no reason to give him special treatment from other men.

Eventually, I will have him wear a GPS device that sends out an electric current to prevent him from harming women, and I will monitor him.

Although this person does not agree with all the plans of the Women’s Association, he has said that he will allow the wearing of GPS devices on sex offenders, as is done in some foreign countries.

In any case, we will require all otherworlders immigrants to wear Freedom Contract collars.

It is only natural that we establish a stricter monitoring system for ex-convicts.

“From your book, I understood that men are bad because they bully women. So when I grow up, I want to be an explorer and protect women like you. Is that so wrong? If I get better, that is…”

His tone was full of regret.

As I wrote in my book, the root of all evil in the world is the male instinct for evil, which is embedded in men’s nature.

He understood my point and thought about what he could do.

I understand that.

I understand, but…

“It sounds good when you say you’re going to protect me, but it’s just an attempt to dominate me under the guise of protecting me. I don’t need anyone to protect me. I’m an independent person.

“I’ll protect you,” isn’t that the kind of proposal you’d expect to hear in an Enka song?

In my situation, it was the only answer I could give.

Although his words were full of sexist prejudices, he had seriously considered how he could repay me for my kindness. I couldn’t bring myself to criticize him.

“But you always seem so stressed. You’re trying so hard to do everything on your own.”

“Hard? Me?”

He asked me back with his innocent eyes, and I was confused.

“Well, I guess so… It is hard, isn’t it?”

I had never really thought about it that way before, but maybe he was right.

When I think about it, my mother, who was subjected to domestic violence by my father, would always smile with a stern look on her face.

She told me, “You are very smart; you should study. ” She worked two part-time jobs to earn money for the not-so-cheap tuition for university and graduate school.

The reason my mother couldn’t leave my father was because she had no financial base.

I think there were also psychological problems like codependency, but my mother was intelligent enough to be aware of that and to keep her distance.

Even with such an intelligent mother, it was impossible for her to work and make a living independently in the social system of the time.

When I was also in the midst of my own success, a male professor stole my achievements and cut off my path as a researcher.

I had to go along with the male professor, who sometimes said and did things that were harassment in themselves because it was for research… but in the end, it was not good.

Rights can only be protected through constant struggle.

After that, I founded the Women’s Association.

“Even if it’s hard, it’s important to be able to live on your own. Even if you can’t do everything, you must do what you can.

When I’m doing activities to promote women’s independence, I’m often told things like this.

They say such things because they are unattractive to men, or because they lack the attractiveness of a woman, or because they are bitter against the world.

That is a terrible misunderstanding.

In the first place, what is it about men who say such things that they lack the attractiveness of a man?

In the end, they are just projecting their own bitterness onto activists like me and beating us up.

They see their own shadow in me, and they don’t want to acknowledge that shadow, so they beat me up.

Or you could say this:

If I’m not popular with men (in fact, I’m hardly ever approached), what does that have to do with the validity of my arguments?

Are you trying to say that there’s no need to listen to the opinions of women who are unattractive in their eyes?

If that’s the case, then there’s no reason to listen to the opinions of unattractive men, either.

Like a mole-catcher, I have crushed people who use childish logic and send anonymous threatening messages when they are defeated in an argument.

I also made sure that the male professor who stole my research met a fitting end…

But it would be wrong to direct such resentment at this boy, who has not yet awakened to a violent masculinity.

Even if it is certain that he will be in a few years.

“It might be a good idea to give hormone injections to adolescent boys who seem to be open to repentance.

In this way, the boy’s radiant boyishness can be protected from contamination by male hormones.

The discharge device with GPS is for adult men, and for boys whose masculinity has not yet solidified, an early sex change or non-masculinization can be achieved through concentrated administration of female hormones…

I must report this idea to the secretariat of the Women’s Association.

“Sensei?”

The boy looks confused.

This is not good. My train of thought has gone off the rails.

I put my idea back in my head and go back to the story.

“I don’t need you to protect me. I don’t want you to think like that.”

Most explorers can’t keep up with me now.

I think I’m the best in the world, just in terms of level.

Even though Yuto Kurashiki neutralized me with a surprise attack, he wouldn’t have been an opponent I couldn’t defeat if we had fought head-on.

However, fighting is something that makes people extremely nervous.

Of course, Yuto Kurashiki and even the Men’s Association explorers, who are far less skilled, would be nervous if they were actually confronted.

That’s what it means to be confronted with violence.

But that doesn’t mean that I would use another man to protect myself from male violence.

That would be an act of surrendering my own control to another man.

What would happen if I hired another yakuza to protect me from yakuza harassment?

I must not let others protect my freedom.

This is the belief of the Women’s Association.

“I’m being helped by you, so why can’t I help you?

“You don’t have to feel indebted to me. I’m only doing this because there was something I could do. People with superior intellect have a duty to those who don’t. A duty to tell the truth and to solve problems.”

It’s also true that I couldn’t bear to see the boy’s suffering.

I think I’m a rather cold-hearted person by nature.

But the unreasonable pain of having my nerves attacked by my own immune system is beyond my imagination.

I don’t think Junko Tozaki, the leader of the children, would feel the same way.

In return for their financial support for my research, I became a child of the Cold House.

The Cold House, if I had to describe it in one word, would be a “poison vessel.”

It is an institution where scorpions, vipers, poisonous spiders, and snakes are locked in a jar and made to kill each other to determine the strongest poisonous creature.

The champion of the Cold House was Junko Tozaki.

I was a failure in the Cold House.

My obsession with research ended halfway through, and my determination to achieve female independence.

I guess that’s why I was taken in as one of the children, but I’m not a psychopath like Junko Tozaki.

The raw struggle between them, like monkeys on a monkey mountain, the dominators and the dominated, was interesting as a feminist activist, but that was all.

Eventually, I think I was considered a disappointment and was forced to leave Cold House.

However, my worship of this person continues.

It may seem contradictory that I worship that person who is biologically a man.

That is not the case.

He transcends concepts like gender.

He accepts and affirms all the desires that people hide in their hearts and even works to make them come true.

The image of “paradise” that he aspires to does not necessarily match my ideals.

But what I cannot see with my small vessel, he can certainly see.

For me, who always thought I was the smartest person in the world, the size of the vessel he showed me and the far-reaching vision that could be called an illusion blew away my previous common sense and principles along with my selfish conceit.

“Paradise will definitely become a reality. You may not believe it yet, but he is someone who will never stop until he has fulfilled the wishes of all sentient beings. Even after I’m gone, as long as you live in this land, which is his kingdom, you’ll be fine.”

“…I don’t understand what you’re saying, Sensei.”

As he said this with a troubled look on his face, I tried even more enthusiastically to explain to him the miracle of that person.

But then,

“――Sensei? What on earth is this?!”

I heard a sharp female voice behind me.

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