The Outer God Needs Warmth

Chapter 65

Wow.

It’s boring.

Hyungkeshni has been captured. People who have a grudge against her are torturing her.

I watched for a while, thinking it served her right, but after a while, the repetitive stimuli got tiresome.

There’s something more interesting though.

Harvesters are multiplying rapidly!

It almost makes me think that a Blessing Agent is unnecessary, as people are spreading everywhere! And as Harvesters grow in number, the warmth that spreads becomes even greater!

Wow, it’s truly wonderful.

Looking at my knowledge and deducing from it, the religion itself seemed so ordinary that I was worried, but now that I think about it, in my past, I remember killing many people because of such simple religions.

During the witch hunts, the Holy God Church followers would find people and mock them, even killing them.

If someone had purple hair, discrimination would start, and that discrimination would lead to fights among people. And sometimes, just the color of their hair was enough to justify a murder.

But fundamentally, once someone becomes a Harvester, their physical abilities improve, so it’s hard to win without a blessing. The only time you can win is when the numbers are in your favor.

And when those numbers are reversed, the accumulated hatred overtakes them.

Even if they’re not from the Holy God Church, or if they don’t belong to any other religion, such things happen quite often.

Thanks to that, I was able to laugh while watching the growing warmth bit by bit.

Yes, that’s right. This is the automatic warmth collection system.

One world is gradually being colored in my image. There was something that interfered, called the Holy God, but since the big fight, I haven’t really felt any other sensations from it.

That’s the one thing I regret a little.

If something had been done, maybe I could have caught it.

But there are countless worlds, so it should work out somehow.

And then, Hyungkeshni... sigh.

It really makes me sigh.

Remember when I was about to die, and I had three people read the book? They kept it safe and eventually handed it over to the Outer God Church.

By then, more than 90% of the Harvesters were active, so everything about their movement was visible. And I also kept an eye on what would happen to that book.

As expected, the book had traps.

And then, after unraveling it, I came up with a new summoning method. Under Rebecca’s orders, I executed the summoning magic in a remote location.

But when the thread descended, it didn’t reach the ground where I was.

Like me, they concluded that, with only Hyungkeshni’s knowledge, it was impossible to summon me.

Of course, if Yasle hadn’t inherited Hyungkeshni’s knowledge, summoning me would have been impossible.

Anyone who’s not a fool would think of that much.

Still, it’s a bit disappointing.

But, that’s how it is.

So, my anger toward her has cooled down too.

I made the mistake of giving a task to someone who couldn’t do it.

Warmth?

Hmm, it’s a difficult decision. Even if Hyungkeshni had diligently written the book, it would still have been impossible to summon me.

And instead of writing the book, her request was to not take away warmth.

Since I didn’t get what I wanted, I should seek revenge.

After all, it was my fault for tormenting someone who couldn’t do it.

I’ll keep my promise.

After all, it was like a drop of water falling from the sky, but now, that warmth has become a thin stream.

It’s thinner than the thread, but it’s much better than having no warmth at all.

Since it’s her that allowed me to connect to this point, I respect that.

This way, I can be proud later. Even if I break my promise to myself, I’ll respect that I tried.

Heh.

It’s the truth, after all.

There’s no guarantee that someone like Rebecca, who can peek into my memories, will appear again. If I’m summoned again based on Yasle’s memories, the body I enter might revive too.

At that time, this memory will help.

It’s like a devil keeping its contract.

Of course, they’ll try to find a loophole in the contract and deceive me. That’s something that often comes up in stories.

I used to wonder why devils would stick to their contracts so foolishly, but once you realize that they can exploit any loophole, even the most terrifying opponent will make a deal.

I’ll manage to deceive them.

A lot of people think that way. It’s good to learn from the best.@@@@

It’s not that I forgot, it’s that it’s gone.

No, no. Don’t take it away. It’s the heat I barely felt. It’s the warmth I’ve never felt in this filthy bottom of the world!

Ah.

The warmth is flowing out.

What is this cold?

What is this chill?

Why is it that only I must feel cold?

Yes?

I shrank into the darkness, clutching the faint light that was slowly shrinking inside me.

It melted and disappeared, like flour crumbling and falling apart inside me.

When I squeezed the shrunken part, there was no warmth at all.

The light I hadn’t grasped had already shriveled into darkness and was slowly disappearing inside me. There’s no nourishment in this, this trash.

I grabbed one and threw it upward.

Just when a large mass of light passed above me, I got annoyed.

I grabbed the light from the mass of light. It spun around like a fish before abruptly dropping again.

Splash.

The light returned to the ground. I don’t know what it was since it had already been licked, but faint warmth remained.

It’s not the warmth that the light had; it’s the warmth the mass of light had.

In other words, it’s somewhat warm.

Oh ho.

Is that so?

I’ll target the warmth of that later.

Anyway.

I found someone among those who sank. They had already died by the time they fell, but the corpse still had light. However, there was no warmth.

When I was first summoned, I could get both light and warmth from the dead bodies around me, but this one doesn’t have any.

I didn’t eat anyone’s light. And I didn’t steal their cold either.

Honestly, I mostly stole the heat, but I left one behind.

Before my reason took over, I instinctively pushed it away.

Isn’t that the opposite?

Gaining warmth is a perfectly rational action. Contracts, on the other hand, are instincts. Useless instincts.

Well, anyway.

I welcome the ones beneath the surface. I’ve decided not to steal their warmth.

So, how do you feel this cold?

Can you laugh?

Now then.

Do you change like me?

Do you become as miserable as me?

Wham!

The light shrank and turned to dust, disappearing.

Oh?

I thought that when I didn’t eat it and just left it alone, a monster like me would be born, but it couldn’t withstand it and just exploded. It crumbled and burst like it was in the deep sea.

Could it not endure because it was so damaged, or is it that humans just can’t withstand it?

The questions keep growing.

There’s so much to do.

How much is the right amount, whether it’s better to drop the world like this, how to use the Harvesters, and what I can do.

I’ll do it all.

After all, there’s plenty of time.

Thinking that, I looked around.

There’s nothing left beneath the surface.

Ripples form in the surface, but that’s all.

In short, this is the end. This.

I looked up at the place where the first world used to be and gave my final farewell.

Goodbye, first world.