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The world is bright!

I just pushed myself in a little bit more, and the dark interior became brighter. So I can see things that I couldn’t see before.

Downstairs there are a bunch of pagans, and upstairs there are guys with iron caps on their bodies pointing something at me.

It’s amazing how you can see the entire face with only the eye sockets visible. But most of the time the light is weak.

There is only a little warmth, and it is a light that falls on me before long.

Even if I just blow up one, corn will fall down, but even if I gather the embers, they won’t be warm. Rather, the slight warmth that touches my fingertips will disperse, and I will once again be reminded that I am colder.

More warmth.

lol.

Since there are so many creatures that are good at whatever they do, let’s do whatever!

First of all, since your creaking body has become much easier to move, take a look around once more.

In front of me is a large man with what appears to be religious tattoos on his face. He is the tallest man in the place, at least.

Because there are many people waiting above who are worried about this person, and the weapon’s line of fire does not pass through the man.

Huh?

Do you know why I’m worried?

Even if you can read human faces, there are so many different creatures out there, some that look like people and some that don’t.

Strangely enough, I can almost feel what they are feeling. I don’t know what they are thinking, but at least I can taste the emotion.

taste?

ah!

All the light I’ve licked so far!

As I licked it, memories flowed in, so having eaten it countless times, I can understand the creatures here.

At least I know the big guy up front is really angry. But first, outside. There are shards of light scattered below.

No, my warmth!

Iron Man.

What stopped me? I know it without looking away. There are iron handcuffs on my arms and legs, and it is chained to the chair.

I forgot.

“Please calm down, I am not your enemy. Please, God, listen to our request, and grant our wish.”

There are many things I want to say. If I were to tie them up like this and tell them to listen to me, how many people would actually listen?

Looking up, there are several people aiming at me from afar. They are not guns, but some kind of bow. However, they are so big that they look like ballistas from the game.

Moreover, there is an unknown power surging at the tip of the arrow, so you can tell that if it hits, this bowl will definitely break.

That won’t work.

huh.

There is warmth in front though.

I don’t want to be thrown back to the bottom without even getting some warmth.

I turn my head. It’s not my head. It’s the girl’s head. As the brain cells roll, I see memories as if I licked the light.

I was a child from a relatively well-off family.

I grew up receiving love.

Moreover, it had some special power that promised a bright future.

But the pagans took up arms and killed their parents, their families, and their servants. After they killed them all, they stuck something strange in their tongues on top of the pile of corpses to check what it was, and then knocked them out.

And when I came to, I was surrounded by people chanting strange spells. I tried to scream, but my body wouldn’t listen to me.

After that, it’s salty.

He died in agony as his heart was cut out with a strange tool and a strange blade was stuck into his heart.

I can’t see where my heart has gone.

The S-shaped knife that stabbed the heart is on the man’s waist. Looking around, I can’t see any pieces of meat.

Okay then.

I don’t know why, but the hole in the middle of my chest is gone. I still feel like my power did something, but my heart is gone.

I changed it to something a little more efficient.

Since the blood is pumped out by rotation rather than pulsation, it makes less noise. Feeling once again that the body is this noisy, I turned my gaze to the man.

There are a lot of things to ask, but first of all, I think we need to consider whether what the man wants is feasible.

What if you can’t?

What more can you do but get shot out again?

“What is your wish?”

Groan, groan.

As soon as I finished speaking, the people below, wearing plaid shirts, started muttering. Hey, did I say something wrong?

Since you asked in a language the girl knows, shouldn’t the meaning be understood? Doesn’t this girl seem to be a foreigner?

“Plural.”

The man answered briefly, but so loudly that the murmur died down.

Is this what charisma is?

Of course, to be a ruler of such a pagan religion, you need to have such abilities. But the ability to answer questions is a piece of cake.

If you ask me for revenge like that, how would I know?

“More detailed explanation is needed.”

Then the man fell silent. Oh, did I misspeak? I think I got the point about offering sacrifices to bring gods into this body, but didn’t I say it the way they wanted? Is there a culture here that only certain societies enjoy, called habitus?

“First, please tell me your name that represents your essence.”

You seem to have a strong feeling of killing someone. Are you questioning whether that person is really someone with a name that sounds like a curse word?

The thought crosses my mind that maybe I should have role-played later, but it’s already too late, so let’s go with my original form.

A name that represents the essence.

Did I have something like that?

When I was a human, I had a name, but now I don’t have a name. I don’t need a name.

“I’m cold. So I want warmth. You are the light. So hurry up and fall. I’ll wait for you at the bottom. The more you fall, the more I’ll burst. But that’s not enough. You’ve finally called me. Okay. Whatever your name is. But give me. I need warmth. Give me more. Cool light like you is good, but I want warm light that’s happily living somewhere in this world. Right? You’ll give it to me? You wouldn’t just put it in such a wonderful vessel and tell me to go, right? Hey. What do you see? This is my essence. The name. I told you. Right? ”

Caddeuk.

and!

The handcuffs fell off with a rattling sound.

Does this mean they accept me? Or did the handcuffs just pop off?

No, I don’t know. First of all, the warmth that slowly disappears is important.

I passed the man and went downstairs.

I approached the place where there were a lot of corpses.

Slap.

Blood and chunks of meat cling to the soles of your feet. A faint warmth lingers. You step on it.

Slap.

Wow! It’s much warmer than the light that looks up at me blankly! There are many different types of people. Some people lived well, and some lived miserably.

There are those who throw away their own lives? What a pity. You are so pale, like a drop of water falling into the ice. But warmth is warmth.

Clap clap clap.

The corpse doesn’t have any warmth. Maybe it’s something like a soul? That kind of thing is warm. I think it goes somewhere right away when you die, so this might not be the soul, but something like the remains.

Oh, so I died once?

Die and be reborn.

I’ve seen it in books. But is it really me? Or am I still swimming in a nightmare? Is my body a faint hallucination that I’m seeing while I’m dying because something is wrong with it?

are you okay.

Warmth warms the heart. Memories are the seasoning.

Slap.

Go to the last pile of corpses and step into the warmth.

Lick the light that came up through his feet. This man was very rich. But he was also a vicious man who enjoyed indiscriminately killing people, capturing them and dissecting them.

This kind of person is also warm.

After all, this warmth is neither good nor evil.

I walk back up the stairs again.

I need to repay the favor by giving me so much warmth.

I don’t like the hard stone bench, but I have to get on it.

Stand on the chair and look straight at the leader who called you.

“Okay, you’ve answered the question and gotten plenty of warmth. Before this heat cools down, give me a detailed explanation that I didn’t hear before.”

oh.

For a moment, disgust appeared on the man’s face. He was looking at something foreign. I thought that was right.

The memories of a human male whose light has already faded say this.

Are you crazy, jumping on a corpse?

Yeah, but sometimes there are things that are more important than being a person.

I am a moral, ordinary human being, dropped into the middle of nowhere, soaked in a bone-deep cold, yearning for warmth.

So strictly speaking, it is true that I am crazy. Since I cannot know without experiencing it, the other person will judge me as crazy rather than understand me.

As I was thinking that and looking at the man, the man soon began to explain his wish in detail.

“The annihilation of the kings and queens of each country and the leaders of the temples. And the inevitable death of the target of revenge that our cult members do not want.”

hmm.

I know. There is no sincerity in the front. This is more like propaganda. This is what this sect wants.

So if you agree with this opinion, come and join us.

That’s all I said.

The truth is the latter.

When you see this stone temple, you know it’s full of resentment. It’s a diary filled with people wishing for someone’s death.

Well, I guess only people like that would lose their minds to such a disgusting paganism. I think there are a lot of them.

Some people may have stuck with it because it was profitable, some may have changed their minds, and some may have moved on to other places.

There is a problem.

“How do you do it?”

I don’t know how to do it.

I only know that when I touch the light that lifts me up, an explosion occurs in the physical world.

That was when.

“You’re not the fucking Ksax!”

The man who was aiming his weapon in the shadows of the ceiling fired the ballista he was aiming at me. Full of anger, but no despair. It’s a pretty bright light.

It’s weird.

Originally, I was a light that was far away and unreachable, but after the explosion, I lost a lot of my original heat and was falling.

It’s within reach.

The ballista ripped through my head, ripping off more than half of my face, but the warmth it felt was more important.

yet!

warm!

warmth!

I held the warmth in my hand.