The Outer God Needs Warmth – Chapter 125

And after waiting and waiting, finally Bohyeon Jin-in brought an old man with white hair.

On the outside, he looks like an elderly man who can barely move, but his movements are energetic and his steps have weight.

Well, it’s natural since there’s no light.

If there’s someone saying they killed Supreme Leader Tongcheon, they’d either be a lying madman or a monster who really killed the enemy. Given that, the fact that he didn’t come out sluggishly shows he’s careful.

If I hadn’t sold Supreme Leader Tongcheon’s name, who knows how long it would have taken to even meet this fake.

There’s no choice.

“Hello. You’re the Primordial Heavenly Lord, right?”

“Yes, you were looking for me? And you say you killed Supreme Leader Tongcheon yourself.”

The fake Primordial Heavenly Lord who said that sat across from me at the table. He made an expression while looking at me.

Since it’s something that awkwardly resembles a human, I can’t tell the emotion even looking at the expression. It’s hard to read what intention he’s speaking with.

Whether it’s a smiling expression or a frowning expression.

And when he said the next words, I realized that wasn’t important.

“Did you come to eat me too?”

Aha.

At the very least, he knows Supreme Leader Tongcheon is dead. But he doesn’t know exactly?

“I’ve never eaten the Great Kraken.”

“Well, if eating is defined as swallowing the power the target has and using it practically, your thing can be called eating.”

No. He knows surprisingly accurately.

While saying that, the Primordial Heavenly Lord easily turns his head to look at the tool beside me. There’s one flower. One flower made using people and special objects.

“Twisting biological bodies to make what he wanted was his specialty.”

Ah, that’s right. So that’s how I was found out. Actually, rather than saying I was originally strong in this area, it makes more sense to think I killed the Great Kraken and stole his techniques.

A technique in the latter part of the biotechnology branch.

I don’t know how messing with what develops into a technique that grinds what’s called souls to strengthen oneself, and I don’t want to know.

“It seems too strangely twisted for that. Do you usually think of putting your body into a child of your kind made with different species?”

Bohyeon Jin-in beside me twisted his expression as if he didn’t understand what he just heard, and the Primordial Heavenly Lord’s expression is still unreadable.

It seems I could handle seeing it on a screen, but robots or masks are difficult. Or maybe I could read it if I remember that kind of biome.

“They were already twisted as much as possible to become such species. And you mean you’re now inside a body the Great Kraken prepared.”

When the Primordial Heavenly Lord’s explanation ended, Bohyeon Jin-in’s expression became one of looking at something whose identity is unknown. This person is very funny, is it okay to have someone whose expressions are so easy to read beside you?

“Strictly speaking, it would give birth to a body. What the headquarters had prepared in advance, a shell company made as a disguise unknowingly took it and used it for another purpose, so I ended up entering Choseol’s body.”

This is all true.

The reason I’ve been explaining steadily is that while conversing like this, I’m looking for the target in front, but I can’t see it. The Great Kraken had such a huge mass of light like a mountain, so it was easy to find.

I can’t see anything like that here.

It’s at the point where I’m questioning whether the light would be as huge as the Great Kraken’s in the first place. If it’s fortunate, is it fortunate…

“Then, what’s your name inside that body?”

Aha. Was the reason for having such a long conversation to dig out my identity?

Then I’ll explain. Those who can come and go outside the glass bottle are rare. Even if you gain memories, you can’t draw conclusions without the intelligence to deduce.

Just because you read detective novels doesn’t mean the reader can become a detective, right?

It’s the same.

Always lacking in brains, and plans that can be made are mediocre, so instead of taking a loss to gain a big profit, I aim for small profits without losses.

That’s why I don’t lie.

“I don’t have a name. Because I don’t need one. So I’ve been using the name of the child I’ve covered instead.”

There’s no reason to make a new one either. I remember my original name, but can’t tell anyone.

Or I even question whether that was really my name to begin with.

I clearly know because I store the fragments of memory scattered in points in chronological order.

The faded memory is first. Then darkness. Then the night sky and sea. The small light that fell to the bottom. And the memory of the time I rose to the glass bottle up there.

The man in that faded memory is certainly the beginning.

“I see, so that’s it. You weren’t called by Tongcheon. There’s no way he could choose and call someone without even a name. Then those ominous purple-covered children were made by you, not Tongcheon.”

He must be talking about the harvesters.

But that side is a bit strange. While alive, they also have warmth.

“They wanted it. If I give myself to those who need it, their wounds heal and they gain better bodies and smarter brains. Are you saying that’s bad?”

When I take warmth, I usually take the warmth of dead opponents. There have been a few times I’ve taken warmth from living people like the man who was a general of a country’s special agency.

Since I witness terrible scenes if I just release that, I won’t release it.

Then the Primordial Heavenly Lord chuckles.

“You haven’t grasped what you are. If you knew, you couldn’t say such things.”

That’s correct.

I still don’t know what I am. So for now I’m conversing like this.

I’m considering ending the conversation since it’s flowing towards not being able to properly know about my identity on this side too.

Because you don’t know how warmth flows, and don’t know at all what happens to the light that falls to where I am, right?

“Then, does the Primordial Heavenly Lord know?”

At my words, the Primordial Heavenly Lord shakes his head.

“I’m merely exploring the truth and conjecturing, but if I had to give it a name, I’d call it anti-taiji.”

Anti-taiji?

It doesn’t seem to mean half.

If you think of the taiji symbol, isn’t it still taiji even if you flip it? Or does it mean the rise of yin energy?

“Primordial Heavenly Lord, does that mean this one is a power that annihilates all things in the world?”

Bohyeon Jin-in asked that while being wary of me.

Meanwhile, I understood to some extent. So that’s why I couldn’t use qi. That’s what the coldness was.

I understood that, but the Primordial Heavenly Lord shook his head.

Oh?

You say no?

“Before yin and yang, there is existence and non-existence, and before that there is chaos which becomes the beginning of all infinite things in the world, so this is called taiji. Originally taiji was thought to be the primordial chaos without direction, but now even that has become an old law.”

Saying that, the Primordial Heavenly Lord waved his hand.

A hologram appeared in the air.

It’s a pitch-black image.

But soon light sparkles and the world appears. And after showing the universe appearing, it shows stars and planets, and Mount Kunlun in the middle.

When the Primordial Heavenly Lord waved his hand, the symbol in the upper left corner changed its form, then reversed it and showed the world returning to a single point.

And it shows the sky where countless lights have gathered, then erases the lights one by one.

Soon it becomes pitch-black darkness without a single point of light, and covers the surroundings of that darkness with white space.

But to show that it’s not white colored space but nothingness, grid lines are drawn.

The black space floating on that white space disappeared into a single point and finally disappeared completely.

And when the Primordial Heavenly Lord waved his hand again, the symbol in the upper left corner changed to the symbol shown when the video first started.

Soon a dark space appeared.

But there’s a difference.

Outside the pure white box. Along with darkness, a black sphere of exactly the same size appeared. As the black sphere grows to the same size, light appears above, but there’s no change below.

This is a scene I’ve seen somewhere.

Yes.

It’s in my memory. When I was looking at the stars that started to shine one by one in the sky, and realized it was a very wide sea.

“That which is itself opposite to the world. That which grew together from the shadow called taiji. Not annihilation but merely opposite, but that itself is like harm to us. What you give means plunder to us.”

The Primordial Heavenly Lord pointed at me.

“You are destined to inevitably become the enemy of the world.”

That’s correct.

So I nodded.

“Yes, that’s right.”

But this isn’t enough.

Although it doesn’t fit the context, I unfold a story that must be told.

“I’m always cold. Endlessly cold. Forever, unable to die or go mad, no, was I already mad? I have to live like that. But sometimes there are times when deeply despairing light falls on me. When light that resented the world and hated it bitterly realizes it can’t change anything and despairs close to resignation.”

I smile.

“I meet it. Light is warm. When I touch light, very slightly. Very faintly. But even that alone gives a very small warmth that’s already happy. Enough warmth to take my gaze off the cold for a moment. But the warmth disappears in an instant.”

The situation of what to do next is already concluded. The important thing is to obtain information. Especially to extract a lot of information from the illusion in front of me.

I need others’ help to know myself. Because I’m not that smart.

“Living things have light in their bodies. And you call that light the soul. I put myself in the light, and wait until they do what they want and die. And when they die, I take myself back that was contained inside while taking the warmth too.”

Clap.

I clapped once to focus attention. Bohyeon Jin-in was startled at that. No, I ended up startling him, but it’s a bit disappointing if you react like that.

Anyway.

“Now, I don’t take the light. I only need the warmth in it. When I get warmth, I don’t need the light so I just leave it there. Will you criticize my actions? Why?”

This is a question of what warmth is.

Listening to what the immortals have said so far, it seemed they didn’t know properly, but there’s deep persuasiveness in the Primordial Heavenly Lord’s words.

In other words, I asked the question wondering if I could know about warmth.

The Primordial Heavenly Lord opened his mouth.

“What would a soul that has lost taiji become? It can’t become anything, and will slowly become obsolete in that state. Until all its remnants disappear, forever.”

No, if taiji is chaos, wasn’t the soul created after the world was made from it? Are you saying the taiji inside the soul is warmth? That doesn’t make sense.

But I couldn’t ask more.

“Therefore, we must resist you. Now, the rest of the immortals have all evacuated, and only you remain. Bohyeon Jin-in.”

The Primordial Heavenly Lord who said that waved his hand and tried to do something. Realizing that was to make Bohyeon Jin-in escape, I raised one flower.

“I entrust Kunlun to you.”—”Bloom.”

The last words overlapped.