episode_0073

When daytime came, a child whose name I didn’t know woke up.

It’s hilarious how he wakes up on the blanket in the corner of the kitchen and panics.

One good thing about having a body like this is that I see people not by their appearance but by their hearth.

It’s not the appearance that matters, it’s the warmth. If you buy a cheap stove because it looks pretty, but it doesn’t actually keep you warm, it’s a waste to throw it away, right?

Huh? Is this even weirder?

In the faded man’s memory, the phrase “not a human baby” is emphasized.

I don’t think I have anything that can be called a personality, but sometimes in the middle of the night, memories of my dark past pop up in my head and come back to me as if I’m kicking the blanket away.

I don’t know if it’s the early stages of schizophrenia or if it’s just like that, but I guess it doesn’t really matter.

The problem is food.

If you eat sparingly, it will last you 3 days.

If I think about feeding them, they’ll all be eaten by tomorrow. Considering the dampness of Cheonma, I think I’ll run out of food and come back in a few days.

If I were alone, I think I could just wait, but it seems likely that this kid was sent to die.

Just to see how I behave.

So I’m not going to do anything to this kid.

First of all, it’s common sense to handle borrowed items cleanly, right? You shouldn’t modify them indiscriminately.

“If you wake up, go wash up and come back.”

I pointed to a jar in the corner of the kitchen. It was originally black water with bugs floating around, but reality was distorted and the jar was filled with clean water.

If it is an object that does not fit the times, it can be brought into this world with cracks, but if it is just a natural object, it can be brought into this world without any cracks.

Of course, I thought natural resources were unlimited, so I quickly drew water in, but it cracked, so I quickly stopped.

The world is weak, so there’s nothing I can do. I’m changing what I can while being careful not to break the glass bottle.

The fact that the child woke up on a blanket instead of on a bare stone floor was also a result of the experiment. The blanket was a rotten blanket that had been in the room.

If you replace a broken item by twisting it instead of replacing a non-existent comforter, the sound of the glass bottle breaking will be heard less.

I guess creating something out of nothing and changing something that already existed put different pressures on the glass wall.

If there’s a downside, it’s that the creature can’t be twisted.

Not only is the pressure on the glass wall stronger than it would be on an object, but your body will also start to tear itself apart and disappear into pixels, like a texture in a 3D game breaking into grotesque shapes.

If you use this on a person, wouldn’t it become an attack technique?

No, if you use it on a person, the glass wall might break faster… … .

While she was thinking like that, the child scooped up a small amount of water from a nearby bowl and washed her face.

It is a karst terrain with stone pillars rising up in a place filled with water, so there should be no shortage of water… … .

I have a lot of free time today. No, this is the first time I’ve had this much free time since I entered someone’s body.

I was pretty much locked up during Rebecca Rolf, so in a way, it was my first time exploring another world with my own legs. Of course, I was moving around a certain area as if I was exercising, but the fact that I was locked up was still the same.

This time, you are free, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask.

I filled my schedule for the future and cooked food with a little more water than yesterday.

oh.

It’s a little tanned.

I can eat the burnt part. Cooking is difficult.

“Come and eat.”

She watches me intently while I’m cooking, and then looks up at me with a subtle expression as I scoop up food into the bowl.

why?

When I tilted my head, he immediately lowered his head and started eating. I don’t know what it is.

Are you looking at me like, “Did you make this into rice?”

There’s nothing I can do. I have a lot of memories of the person who cooked it, but the ingredients are fundamentally different, so I don’t know what to do.

So, if you mix it by feeling, it will either be too thick or burnt. It will be difficult to cook.

It’s not a faded memory, but rather a memory that comes to mind these days and then slowly fades away.

Joanna Smith.

The person who cooked the food comes to mind and then disappears. That must be the reason. But that person is not here.

He’s already dead, right?

This kid will die someday too.

Thinking like that, I fed him and cleaned up the kitchen. The kid was fidgeting, so I asked him why. He answered with gestures, but I didn’t know what he was saying.

It’s hard to read the expression on her face because her muscles are already broken down and her face is swollen with edema.

So I ignored it and cleaned up the area.

Meanwhile, the child is sitting quietly by the fire because it is still cold in the morning.

fire?

That thing won’t turn off.

What kind of fire did you bring? Things like entropy and conservation of energy come to mind, but I’m a very strange monster anyway.

It’s strange to even argue about it.

It’s not that strange to see a child being exposed to fire without any reaction, so it’s a good thing.

After I finished tidying up, I went outside.

When you go outside, you can see a huge building towering over you. It is built on top of the oddly shaped rocks that rise up like pillars. Of course, the house is only on top of the rocks, and there are passages running between them.

If you look down at the building, there are several doors leading out of the building, and a line extending from those doors comes this way.

After going down a long path with a cliff on one side and rocks and trees on the other, I finally arrive at the house where I am.

You’ve thrown me quite far.

According to the memories of the four harvesters, the place where ordinary people live is quite far from here. Judging from Jeon Yang’s memories, this area also seems to have been inhabited at one time.

That is, an area where no one currently lives.

But if people once lived here, that means there were buildings around here.

So I took a walk to look around. After looking around there, I went down to the water’s edge and I thought I’d have a good day.

Square square

I walk along the path where only traces are visible because the grass has grown a lot. Thinking about it, I guess this body also needs exercise.

Rebecca Rolf used her heart in a strange way. Could I also use something like martial arts with this body?

I should try it sometime in the evening.

Knock knock knock

I hadn’t even taken a few steps when I heard someone running towards me.

So I looked back and saw my child running towards me with a tottering posture. Hey, you’re feeling unwell, so wouldn’t it be better for you to just stay in your room?

No, this would be a kind gesture, but why does the thought of a human child come to mind again? Compassion? I wish you would give me that.

I grumbled to myself, telling the child to take pity on me for being so cold, and looked at him and asked him.

“What’s going on?”

The child held onto my clothes tightly without saying a word. It’s not that he didn’t say anything, he just couldn’t say anything.

I walked down the street with that kid.

The stride is small, so the speed is slow. I won’t be able to go as far as I planned. I’ll have to give up on the water. When I see him walking, the joint axis is rotating strangely, so he’ll be very tired.

Well, with your legs swollen like that, it must be hard to walk, what are you doing?

I walked around this area with a kid whose name I still don’t know.

There are traces of buildings and roads, but there are no intact buildings, so it seems that people with strong martial arts skills fought there.

If you do it wrong, there might be a hole that looks like a child could get sucked in, or a scar that looks like a landscape painting was cut with a knife.

If something like this happened in a village where people live, it wouldn’t be strange for them to abandon the village and go somewhere else.

What appears to be human bones are sticking out from among the overgrown ruins, but unfortunately, there is no warmth left.

Even in a corpse, there are cases where light remains, and in those cases, there is warmth.

This thing has been dead for too long.

Suddenly I see the child grabbing my clothes tightly, so I follow my gaze and think he saw a skeleton.

“Who are you?”

Then suddenly someone spoke to me in a gravelly voice like an old lady.

I look over there and see a woman standing there wearing a wide-brimmed hat wrapped in translucent fabric.

You’re hiding who you are.

But I know what he’s wearing. I saw his face this morning.

Gapjae had a face-to-face conversation with me. If you think about how he spoke in a clear voice back then, his voice sounds fake now.

Well, if you don’t want people to know that the daughter of the previous cult leader has returned, it’s not strange for her to change her voice.

I raised my arm and pointed in the direction of the house.

“I started living in the house over there yesterday.”

At my words, the woman looked in the direction my hand was pointing.

“Isn’t that a house that people can’t live in?”

A house worth living in?

This guy. He knows what kind of house that is. He’s seen the place I live in at least once.

I don’t know who he is, but he doesn’t seem to be on good terms with Cheonma. First of all, he brought the child in front of me to show me that Cheonma is a bad person.

“After Cheonma sent it, he sent this child as a maid.”

hmm.

I can’t read her expression so I don’t know what her reaction is, but she’s coming towards me.

To be exact, it wasn’t me, it was the child who approached him.

“He’s still like a bug. First, eat this and then sit with your back to me.”

She took a small pill out of her bosom. The child looked up at me as if in trouble. Hmm. From the look of it, it seemed like she was trying to do something about the bug in the child’s body.

That’s something like a dewormer, right?

I took a step back.

She made a face like she was going to cry, but I pointed at the child with my finger, telling her to do whatever she wanted.

“It’s so bitter, but don’t spit it out, swallow it.”

The woman understood what I meant and handed the boy a small pill, repeating her words over and over. The boy took it and swallowed it.

Immediately after that, the woman took off the child’s outer clothes and placed her hand on his back. Was she sending energy?

I don’t know if it’s because I’m sending it to a child and they use such a small amount, or if I can’t feel it at all.

Even if you watch closely, you can see that he is just putting his hand on his back. But suddenly, the child’s expression becomes distorted and his blood vessels start to bulge out.

As I was watching him, wondering if he was going to die, his bright red face suddenly returned to his original color and he bowed.

“Kekekeke! Kekekeke!”

A disgusting bug came out of the child’s mouth along with a large amount of blood. However, judging by the lack of legs, it wasn’t the same bug as the one on my head.

The woman held the child, who was trembling in pain, for a long time, placing her hand on his back.

And when the baby starts to sag, take a deep breath.

“You’ve gotten over the hump. The swelling in your face and body will go down in a month, so take it slow and rest.”

You think I’m your guardian? But I shook my head.

“I can’t do it.”

“Why?”

The woman’s voice rose slightly. Is she a good person if she’s angry? But she’s the daughter of the previous cult leader, right?

There is a high probability that you will hate Cheonma.

So I’m thinking of having this guy collide with the Heavenly Demon one time.

“This child was sent by Cheonma. I have no power.”

I said this to mean that if Cheonma wanted to do something to this child, he couldn’t reach out.

“What do you think of this child?”

Oh, this is a predictable question. You’re asking me if I can take good care of a child? So here, I answered in a way that was easy to misunderstand.

“It’s warm.”

“Okay. Then, please take me with you for a little while.”

You misunderstood what I said.

After patting the child, the woman got up from her seat and walked away quickly.

In other words, it means something will happen soon?

Hehehe.

I carried my child on my back and went back home, thinking about the Cheonmasingyo that would be shaken in the future.