Meanwhile, somewhere on the Southern Continent.
"While wine and meat rot behind vermilion gates, frozen corpses lie by the roadside." Brote watched an internet livestream and spoke bitterly.
The livestream showed a Miken person participating in a sporting event.
"Hello, everyone! Strong Grum must win this competition, because the champion will get to follow the great Colossus God in opening up markets in another world!"
"Hahaha, Grum is competing in the 77-kilogram weightlifting division."
"The world records for this event are 177 kilograms in the snatch and 214 kilograms in the clean and jerk."
A burly white man held up his phone to film himself while livestreaming the competition for his fans.
"My fans, you must be wondering what a champion can do in another world?"
"The priests told me I can carry bricks."
"That's right. That's the Colossus God's style—one needs a championship title even to carry bricks."
A wave of cheers broke out.
"All right, it'll be my turn soon. I need to go prepare. Don't leave the stream, everyone. And send me a few more spaceship gifts."
Brote looked at his cramped, shabby room, filled with colorful dolls that would not sell. Then he looked at the lively arena and heard the rising and falling cheers, and bitterness welled up in him.
He did not understand why, when they were only a few dozen kilometers apart, the Colossus's blessings could not extend here.
Only the internet signal had reached them.
Unfortunately, though he had legs, he could not get over those High Walls. To avoid dying under an AK, he had chosen to stay where he was.
"Damn it. They can compete happily, while I don't even dare step out of my room whenever I want. I can only go out to look for food when the