This Isn’t an E*otic Game?

My speech was long.

The reactions of the labor theorists in the room were diverse.
Some were furious, while others couldn’t hold back their anger and stormed out of the room.
Most, however, were deeply confused.

Their eyes trembled, and their hands started to lose strength.
Just moments ago, they had been the most passionate voices calling for revolution, but now they were stumbling around like sheep, having lost their purpose after hearing my words.
But still, I did not stop speaking.

"You despise religion more than anyone, but eventually, you’ll become the most religious group of all. On Capital will become your Bible, and the leader of the revolution will become your prophet. In blind hatred and rage toward capitalists, you will pour everything you have into defeating them."
And in the end, they would seize power.
There were too many poor, miserable workers, and the capitalists were, in the grand scheme, few.

The revolution would succeed.
But the real issue came after that.
"In the end, you will succeed. You will seize power. But that power will not be used for the workers. Once the revolution succeeds, there will be no one left to stop you. Your unchecked power will change you, and gradually, you will become as vile as the ones you overthrew."

The ideology that had started to help workers would no longer be about the workers.
It would be used as an excuse for the few revolutionaries in power.
"It will be those who oppose you who will be branded as capitalist dogs and executed. The workers, who fought to overthrow the capitalists, will suffer even more brutal labor. And in the end, you will create a world where everyone is equally poor. But in that world, only the revolutionaries will live comfortably while the rest of the workers are crushed under your rule."

The Great Leap Forward.
Forest destruction and flooding.
People starving to death.

The Gulags.
The Ukrainian Famine.
The Killing Fields.
Inhumane, unethical, and vomit-inducing dictatorial regimes.

No capitalist could ever be as vile as these acts, yet the dictators who committed these atrocities would turn around and tell the starving workers that they had done it for their sake, that they had slaughtered them for them.
I explained all of this to the people in the room.
"Kal Lenaro, you will cause the deaths of many. And even after you die, you will become a preserved saint in a glass coffin, revered by the people. You will kill more workers than any capitalist, and yet you will be worshipped."

"....."
"That is the end of what you are trying to do now. What started as sympathy for the workers will ultimately turn you into the very ones who cause them the most suffering."
When my long speech ended, the room was filled with silence.

Perhaps because I was a recognized Seer from the Divine Temple, no one dismissed my words as foolish.
This time, however, I reached out my hand to Kal Lenaro.
"Once you start shedding blood, consumed by hatred and disgust, the ideology that began with sympathy for the workers will inevitably corrupt and tarnish. Trust me. My way is the right way. Even after Karma Company and the Graceful Church come, you will still be needed. The need to check the endless greed of the capitalists remains."

"....."
"But we won’t do it with guns and bombs. Both capitalists and revolutionaries are needed. Both are necessary for the workers. The revolutionaries are needed to represent the workers, and the capitalists are needed to provide jobs for them. Please, listen to me. Let’s do this together, Kal Lenaro. There’s a way to win without violence."
Kal didn’t respond for a long time.

And it seemed that his silence made someone frustrated.
"What are you doing, Comrade? Are you really asking us to believe that nonsense? Didn’t we come ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) here for the revolution!? We need to rise up!! We need to fight for the workers!!"
As one person shouted, others began to stand up in agreement.

"Yes!! The capitalist pigs can only be punished with bullets and blood!! Let’s rise up, Comrade!! We’ll blow up the police stations and start the revolution for the workers!!"
"What are you hesitating for!! The Saint’s words just mean bringing in more capitalists!!"
"Now he’s even bringing in the Graceful Church!! He’s a capitalist religionist!! We can’t trust him, Comrade!!"

Seeing them shout, I responded with equal intensity.
"The Graceful Church provides free treatment! If you don’t believe me, send someone to the capital to confirm it! They are the most reliable organization in the empire to treat the sick here!!"
"Shut up, you capitalist pig!! The revolution can only be built on the blood of capitalists!!"

"And what about the blood of the workers that will flow? After you seize power, what’s your plan for the uncontrollable power you’ll wield in the name of helping workers? What I said will come to pass! Please believe me!! Karma Company is different! It will be run differently from the factory owners here!!"
"Believe that nonsense!? Capitalists are all the same!! They should all be wiped out!!"
"Are you here to fight or to improve the workers’ conditions!? Haven’t you forgotten all the sympathy for workers, consumed by hatred!!"

My thunderous voice silenced them.
I extended my hand to them as well.
"Your way will lead to nothing but destruction. Follow me. Do this with your will. We need people to fight against the greed of the capitalists. Not with guns and knives, but through dialogue and negotiation."

I never wanted to use hypnosis.
I couldn’t.
I don’t know all the labor theorists in a city with over a million people, and even if I did, I couldn’t hypnotize them all.

I just hoped they would take my hand.
Kal Lenaro stared at my outstretched hand for a long time.
And like me, he didn’t take it.

"I need time to think."
That was Kal Lenaro’s response.
"I can’t decide right now."

"Comrade Lenaro!!"
"What does that mean!!"
"It’s revolution! The general strike is already in progress!! This is the time to seize the revolution!! What are you—"

The labor theorists shouted, but Kal Lenaro didn’t bend to their pressure.
"Not yet. I need time to think."
"What do you mean!! The general strike is already underway!! When will the opportunity be better than this, Comrade Lenaro!? Now is the time!! Please allow us to blow up the police stations!! Let us feed the capitalist pigs' dogs with napalm and bombs!!"

"I said not yet!!"
Kal Lenaro bellowed, silencing the labor theorists.
"Before the Saint arrived, armed struggle seemed like the only option. I thought it was the only way to liberate the workers. But now that the Saint is among us, I believe we must consider other methods. I would rather the blood of workers not be spilled, if we can avoid it."

"Comrade Lenaro!!"
"I’ve heard of Karma Company. I’ve heard the rumors about the Saint punching a capitalist pig who was exploiting the workers in the capital. And I’ve heard about how they raised wages in the factory districts and improved workers’ conditions. The Saint's arguments aren't baseless."
"Are you seriously saying you want to bring in capitalist pigs controlled by religious zealots!? You mean you want to change the world not by a revolution led by the workers, but by relying on capital!? Is that what you’re saying!?"

"That’s why I need to think it over! I need more time to observe and decide. Should we continue with armed struggle? Should we listen to the Saint’s words? Or should we mix both methods? I can’t make a decision right now. After learning more about Karma Company and the Graceful Church, I’ll decide…"
Some of the labor theorists began to voice their anger at Lenaro's words.
"Can you still call yourself a revolutionary!? You’ve seen how many workers have died at the hands of capitalist pigs!! You’re telling us to use napalm and bullets, but now you’re considering bringing in religious capitalist pigs!?"

Bang!
They slammed the table, stomping their feet.
The room was filled with noisy protests as some of the labor theorists started becoming aggressive.

"Let’s chase the Saint out!! Comrade!! This puppet who will only fatten up capitalists doesn’t belong in our revolution!! Haven’t we been preparing for this moment for a long time!? Let’s carry out the plan as we’ve always intended: napalm, Molotov cocktails, bombs, and blades to punish the capitalists!! That’s the only way!! Comrade!!"
Kal Lenaro gritted his teeth until blood started dripping from his lips.
It was clear he was deep in thought.

"Comrade Lenaro!!! Get a grip!! We need to act now! Right now!!"
The anger of the workers was overwhelming. If Kal hesitated even a little longer, it wouldn’t be strange if someone pulled a gun and shot him in the head, such was the near-manic fury.
It seemed like the anger wasn’t just directed at the capitalists anymore, but at Kal himself, consumed by their hatred.

I understood that accepting my words was difficult, but this situation was dangerously out of control.
[Skill: Absolute Hypnosis activated!]
I used my skill on the shouting labor theorists.

It seemed necessary to calm the anger.
"Calm down..."
[This skill cannot be used on the target!]

...What?
Didn’t it only work on living beings?
They’re clearly alive, aren’t they?

What’s going on here?
"Comrade Lenaro!! Ignore that nonsense!! Chase the Saint out!! Let’s make the workers' revolution happen!!"
As I looked at the shouting labor theorists, I felt a sudden, chilling sensation.

There were only two types of beings on which my skill didn’t work.
One was corpses.
That is, when I tried to use it on something not alive.

The other was Iomene.
When I tried to get rid of the wings that had grown from the Evil God’s Fragment, my skill was blocked.
I immediately opened the cap on the rocket hanging from my neck.

I felt the unique vibration of the Psychic Amplifier activate, and at the same time, I used Time Stop.
Then I released the Time Stop from the three labor theorists who had been yelling the most at Kal Lenaro, as well as the surrounding area.
"You must complete the revolution, Comrade Lenaro! Don’t waver!..."

"Huh?"
The three shouting labor theorists finally realized something was wrong and turned to look at me.
I slowly unbuckled my belt and held it in my hand.

After enhancing my physical strength through body modification, I asked them a question.
"What’s going on with you? Why isn’t my ability working on you?"