The Outer God Needs Warmth – Chapter 66

In an instant, the largest harvesting area disappeared.

There are still 117 entities, but each is in its own world.

I was originally going to call them people, but there’s one animal similar to a whale and one similar to an octopus, so it doesn’t feel right to use the unit ‘person’.

Anyway.

I thoroughly examined the memories of those obtained by devouring an entire world.

But this took quite a long time.

At the point when harvesters increased the most in the first world.

I was watching all the harvesters simultaneously then, so it’s strange that it took this long even though the numbers increased.

I can make some hypotheses.

First, an ordinary assumption.

There were simply too many.

Really, every living being fell to the bottom.

If you don’t know, first classify them.

Insects have light but no warmth.

Even stones have light from the start. No, but when the glass bottle broke, didn’t almost all material things disappear?

But things too small for human eyes to see seem to have no light. If they had light, people would be sparkling with light.

This means single-celled organisms and bacteria have no light.

Having a nervous system seems to be a condition, but I’ll just make an assumption for now.

And when it comes to animals, light is basic. But warmth varies by animal.

Some small animals have large light and much warmth, while some large animals have small light and little warmth.

Classifying animals, those that seem highly intelligent have more warmth.

Of course, it varies greatly by individual, but on average humans have the most warmth. Of course, the lower limit is high, and the upper limit is high too.

But they’re not the highest. There are beings with large light and much warmth. Half were once beasts. But they gained intelligence and special powers.

According to the faded man’s memories, the closest thing is yokai?

But they can’t breed with their original species or have offspring. And they don’t particularly need to eat humans to survive.

Of course, some have unusual sexual preferences and marry other races, or even mate with humans.

Just looking at the amount of warmth, it’s over ten times that of an average person, but in other words, it’s an amount that can be gathered if ten ordinary people pray.

Hmm. But if there are too many harvesters, the glass bottle breaks, so should I target this kind of being?

Let’s put them on the list of harvester candidates.

I considered using the sentence the Outer God Religion called the contract text, but if I increase them suddenly like last time and the world falls.

If it falls, hehe.

No.

Hmm.

Honestly, it was amazing.

But, no. My heart is too drawn to it.

What should I do?

Still, I have to forget it. I know I can’t obtain much that way.

Think about the game that faded man often played.

So many people played it that it was called a folk game, but it’s a game quickly forgotten like a folk game.

There’s something called population in it. There’s a set maximum number of people you can rule.

Like that, I should set a limit.

Cheap and inexpensive ones, and strong and expensive ones.

I shouldn’t create a universal religion like Rebecca did. A more secretive and gloomy secret society.

This is appropriate.

There were secret societies in the first world too. Remnants of the Holy Spirit Religion remained and were actively moving around. They were finding traces of the summoning magic Rebecca secretly experimented with, organizing data, and preparing to bring down the Outer God Religion.

But it’s too late now.

Besides that, there were surprisingly many secret societies.

Of course, there were no global organizations, but there were quite a few at the village or city level.

There were also vigilante-type groups.

But this can only be done after going up, or after the number of people has increased to some extent.

Currently, there’s only one way to influence other worlds.

If someone happens to fall to the bottom below the surface, I grab them and turn them into a harvester. Now I can make them all into harvesters without exploding any.

Then they gain power, sometimes gain special abilities, and go to change their lives.

But those who have experienced the bottom only use bottom methods.

It’s a way that inevitably gets stuck somewhere. Violence is powerful, but without wisdom you can’t go far. And people who have experienced too terrible things find it difficult to accept others.

Then, they end up alone and fall.

Becoming a harvester doesn’t mean becoming a perfect superhuman.

Even if they have wisdom and somehow overcome that, unfortunately none have formed families.

The abilities I currently have are not organically connected. I wish becoming a harvester would immediately create an environment where they could call me.

I wish there was at least a function to increase harvesters.

It’s difficult.

Deeply despairing people. No, I can make intelligent beings into harvesters.

If I insert Yasle’s memories over about 10 years, they can call me.

If they read the contract text while thinking of me, they can create harvesters.

Perhaps compromise is needed.

Or order.

Number 1 is set.

Turn those who come close to the surface into harvesters.

This is the very first.

The next order should be adjusted.

Rather than immediately inserting Yasle’s memories next, would it be better to have them recite the contract text?

Come to think of it, this is a blessing proxy.

Insert an advertisement saying you can receive blessings by reading this sentence, and send the contract text to the harvester’s head.

Let’s try increasing harvesters a lot first.

It takes too long to wait for light to fall near the surface.

Besides, apart from what needs to be done here, there’s a lot to experiment with when going up. The more attempts I make, the more I can know.

But rather than being too greedy, let’s build up one by one steadily.

That’s how I’ve done well so far, right?

So that’s what I did.

There are still many unprocessed memories left, but that will be slowly resolved as time passes.

Several tens of billions of organisms is a bit much. Although I want to discard microorganisms as useless since they have no warmth, I can’t throw them away yet because I can see a world on the brink of extinction through microorganisms.

Since I can multitask, I’ll analyze them slowly.

I looked up.

Light is floating in the sky.

I once thought light was sparse. Because there was light moving near me.

But now I know.

Literally, this sky is the night sky. There’s a universe up there.

Just as very small stars gather to form galaxies, and galaxies form galaxy clusters and superclusters, there really are countless lights floating.

But there’s a difference from the night sky seen from a planet.

This is a flat universe.

Some people might be horrified, but it really is.

I spread out infinitely. I don’t even know if there really is an end or not.

Because there is no side. All light is above me. I once thought I might be a sphere, but I knew that wasn’t the case after reaching my arms up.

I saw arms rising up from all directions.

There’s no curvature to begin with.

Is death really possible?

I forcibly throw the subtle question that arises to the faded man in the corner of my mind, and ponder how to obtain warmth.

It’s about inserting advertisements and giving the contract text.

Since we can speak each other’s languages once connected anyway, translation isn’t necessary.

Hmm.

Hmm.

No matter how long I wait, it doesn’t increase.

Someone clearly spoke. They clearly spoke the contract text.

But it failed. Despite a non-harvester person repeating it, it failed.

What is it? Is there some condition?

For example, do I have to have visit that world once?

The failures continue.

Do I have to wait for countless ages again?

Do I have to wait for someone like Yasle to randomly summon me? How many attempts would that take?

How long do I have to wait?

If you divide time infinitely, I think I can definitely go up.

But does that mean I have to wait that long?

How?

The heat is still vivid in my mind?

Ting.

Huh?

A thread came down. It’s not sent by a harvester. It’s different from Yasle or Hyunkeshuni’s magic that was like a fishing line.

But before I could think, I grasped it.

Because if an opportunity comes, I can’t miss it.

Rather than a thin thread, it’s closer to a strip of cloth.

That strip pulled me up.

Up. Up. Up again.

Like before, glass bottles I’m not connected to quickly pass by in my vision, and I entered one of them.

And I opened my eyes.

I opened only one eye. Because one eye was missing.

My body is twisted and bound by numerous cloths. The cloths are damp and block my breathing. I faintly hear sounds through the countless cloths.

Purple Mad God of the Four Seasons’ Chaos.

They call me by that long name. Another pseudo-religion? I hear other mumbling sounds, but it seems this body doesn’t know the language.

I tried to lift my arm. But it’s blocked by the wet cloth. No, is it even there? Even if I try to wiggle my fingers or toes, the cloth is pressing down. This level of binding is obsessive.

Above all, I’m annoyed that I can’t breathe. I’ll have to completely remake this body this time.

Rip.

I’m taller than Rebecca Rolfe. But the body is almost like a solid block of a woman. Originally a woman with black hair and slightly yellow skin, but now purple hair and white skin.

Cracks spread in all directions and the wet cloth is sucked into the cracks. With a creaking sound, it even swallows the pillar the cloth was tied to.

So I stopped making imagined objects real because I was worried this world might be crushed like last time.

I looked ahead.

No, why can I only see one side?

Ah, is the eyeball still missing?

Something is caught. Should I say blocked? I crushed whatever was claiming ownership and restored the eyeball.

And I greeted the people while looking at them with both eyes.

“Hello.”

The people around bowed to me saying “Purple Mad God of the Four Seasons’ Chaos”. This body seems to be a victim again.

Hehe.

But I’ve come out into the world again.