Gawain arrived at the inn, tossed out a few copper coins, and rented a room.
With the situation so unstable, banknotes had virtually no credibility anywhere except the Eastern Continent and Miken, so people had switched to precious metal coins.
While staying in his room, he played with the Red Ants as he pondered his own concerns.
Suddenly, a low, vigorous chorus drifted over from the room next door.
"There has never been any savior..."
"Nor do we rely on gods or emperors..."
"To save humanity..."
"We can only rely on ourselves!!"
The song struck like a bolt of lightning, like a purple-gold hammer that reached from heaven to earth, shattering the shackles in his mind.
That was right. There had never been any savior. So how could he find one?
Only by raising one himself could he succeed.
But whom should he raise?
His gaze suddenly fell upon the Red Ants crawling across the table...
Could it not become a savior? When a decaying nation was finally saved, it often drew nourishment from outside information before improving itself.
Because its own problems had piled up beyond repair and it had rotted to the core, it was difficult for it to crawl out on its own.
And if humanity wanted salvation, could it not rely on an outside species?
They carried none of humanity's burdens. Starting from zero already put them far ahead of humans, because humanity had already fallen below zero.
Just like this little ant that had developed intelligence and Extraordinary Power.
He had been searching for a savior, never realizing that God had long ago sent one to his side! Yet he had turned a blind eye to it, never once making an accurate prophecy about the ant's future. He had merely treated it as a special