The Outer God Needs Warmth – Chapter 65

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Wow.

This isn’t fun.

Hyunkeshuni was captured and taken in. People who have grudges against Hyunkeshuni torture her.

I watched for a while thinking it served her right, but repetitive stimulation gets boring.

There are more interesting things.

Harvesters are increasing wildly!

People are spreading to the point where I wonder if blessing proxies are really necessary! And as harvesters gradually increase and spread widely, more and more warmth gathers!

Wow, it’s really great.

I was worried because the religion itself, which seems to be modeled after my knowledge, was too bland, but come to think of it, looking at memories from when I was human, such bland religions also killed a lot.

During witch hunts, they find Holy Spirit Religion people, harass and kill them.

When discrimination arises because of purple hair, people fight each other because of that discrimination. And having different hair color becomes a reason to commit murder.

But basically, when you become a harvester your physical performance improves, so it’s hard to win without a blessing. The only time you can win is when you have the advantage of numbers.

And when those numbers are reversed, the hatred accumulated until then falls upon them.

Even if it’s not the Holy Spirit Religion, even if they don’t belong to another religion, such things happen frequently.

Thanks to that, I smiled watching the gradually increasing warmth.

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

One world is gradually dyed in my color. Something called the Holy Spirit interfered with me in the middle, but after fighting once big, I don’t feel it doing anything.

That’s the only thing I regret a little.

If it had done something, I could have tried to catch it.

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

And Hyunkeshuni, oh my.

It really makes me sigh.

I had three people read the book when I was going to die, remember? They kept the book well and handed it over to the Outer God Religion.

By then, over 90% were already harvesters, so I could see everything going from where to where. And I watched what happened to that book too.

As expected, there was a trap in that book.

And they decoded that book and created a completely new summoning method. On Rebecca’s orders, they performed the summoning magic in a remote place.

But the thread that came down then couldn’t reach the bottom where I am.

Like I did, they also concluded it’s impossible to call me with just Hyunkeshuni’s knowledge.

Of course, I know it would have been impossible to call me if Yasle hadn’t inherited Hyunkeshuni’s knowledge.

Unless you’re a fool, you think that much.

Still, it’s regrettable.

As that happened, my anger towards her cooled.

It was my fault for trying to make someone who couldn’t do it do the work.

Warmth?

Hmm, it’s hard to judge. It’s true that Hyunkeshuni couldn’t summon me even if she had written the book diligently.

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

Taking revenge for not getting what I wanted.

Keeping the promise since I bullied someone without the ability anyway.

Might as well keep it.

The warmth that was once like drops falling from a clear sky has now become a thin stream falling.

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

Since she’s the one who connected me to be able to do this much, I appreciate that contribution.

Then I can be proud later. Even if I break my promise with myself, I respected it if effort was made.

Hehe.

It’s just the truth, isn’t it?

There’s no guarantee that someone who can peek at my memories like Rebecca won’t appear again. If I’m summoned again based on Yasle’s memories, there’s a high possibility that the body I’ll enter will come back to life too.

This memory will be helpful then.

Like a demon keeping contracts.

Of course, they’ll try to find loopholes in the contract and make me eat shit too. That appears in many stories.

There was a question about why demons try to stupidly honor contracts, but if you know you can aim for gaps in the contract, people will make contracts even with scary opponents.

I can trick them.

There are so many people who think like that. You should learn from good things.

Meanwhile, the stream gradually thickened. If I completely make one world mine like this, how much warmth can I continuously receive?

I’m so excited!

Now a whole continent is filled with harvesters. The children of harvesters are pre-harvesters. There’s the disadvantage that I have to find and put them in one by one, but it’s not that much trouble.

I don’t need to read the contract text separately, I just need to find them.

However, despite people increasing a lot, I can’t go up.

Strictly speaking, I tried to go up once.

There are always many harvesters at the place where I died.

But the moment I tried to set foot there, the support looked too weak so I couldn’t go up. It looked like the glass bottle would just break.

So I quickly came back down below the surface.

I don’t know what would happen if the glass bottle breaks, but warmth is steadily coming in, so there’s no need to cut open the belly of the goose that lays golden eggs, right?

But.

Hey.

Why are cracks gradually forming in the glass bottle?

The glass bottle that looks like it has a galaxy inside because it’s filled with countless lights.

As if unable to withstand the weight of the things inside, cracks are gradually forming.

I watch anxiously, but there was no solution. Because I’m connected to the lights and thread-thin things inside, when I try to interfere through that, the sound of things breaking immediately around me makes me quickly run away.

And eventually the harvesters felt that cracking sound too.

I know that sound is gradually becoming more frequent.

But the harvesters pretend not to know.

No, don’t pretend not to know, find a way!

But my wish didn’t reach them.

As they neglected it, eventually a huge crack appeared in the sky.

Just looking at it, I know. The glass bottle will break now.

The first world that I worked so hard to create for so long is breaking.

Tears come to my eyes as I can only watch it lamenting. Why am I so powerless?

As the world is gradually splitting, Rebecca said something strange. She said it’s time to meet the Outer God.

I was watching thinking what she’s talking about since there’s no reason to go up there now, but Rebecca went to Dakota and told her it’s the end now.

Then the woman who had been tormenting Hyunkeshuni for a very long time raised a sword with magic flames burning on it, with an expression that finally what she was waiting for had come.

And she went to the basement with Rebecca. And there Dakota stabbed Hyunkeshuni, who had become a lump of meat.

The witch died.

Then Dakota instantly aged and died there in that state.

I saw what happened, but at the moment I was perplexed unable to understand.

The glass bottle shattered. Strictly speaking, there was a slight time difference, so there wasn’t actually a causal relationship.

As the glass bottle shattered, all the light inside fell down.

They fall to where I am.

Continuously.

Continuously.

Continuously.

Sometimes lumps of light approach getting caught fishing in between, so when I shook the thread still connected to the light, they run away.

What?

Are those things also craving warmth?

Should I hunt those first later?

I’ll think about it later.

And eventually they fell on me.

Splash!

Ha.

Haha.

Hahaha.

What is this.

It’s heat. Amazing.

Ah, yes. Of course it’s better than a small candle.

The cold, wait.

For a very brief moment.

It’s not that I forgot, it disappeared.

No, no. No. Don’t take it away. It’s heat I barely felt. It’s warmth, it’s heat I felt for the first time coming to this damn bottom!

Ah.

The heat is flowing away.

What is this coldness?

What is this cold?

Why do only I have to be this cold?

What?

I grasped the light slowly shrinking inside me, blackened and shriveled.

It melted and disappeared inside me like flour sprinkling down.

Even if I squeeze the shriveled thing, there’s no warmth at all.

The light I didn’t grasp is already blackened and shriveled, slowly disappearing inside me. No nutritional value, these pieces of trash.

I grabbed one and threw it upwards.

Because a large lump of light was passing by up there, out of irritation.

The lump of light caught the light going up. It spins round and round like a fish, then drops it again with a plop.

Splash.

The light returned to the bottom. I don’t know what was in it since I already licked it. But, very faintly some warmth remains. This isn’t the warmth the light had. It’s light that the lump of light up there had.

In other words, it means it’s quite warm.

Oh ho.

Is that so?

I’ll make that warmth a later goal.

Anyway.

I found someone I haven’t seen in a long time among those who sank. They were already dead at the point of falling, but light remains in the corpse. But there’s no warmth.

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

It’s not that someone ate it. It’s not that I took away the cold either.

Honestly, I took away almost all the heat, but I left one.

Before being swept up by reason, I pushed it away by instinct.

You say it’s the opposite?

Obtaining warmth is an extremely rational action. Things like contracts are instinct. A rather useless instinct.

Well, anyway.

Welcome to below the surface. I decided not to take away warmth.

So how do you feel this cold?

Can you smile?

Then, now.

Do you change like me?

Do you become as unhappy as me?

Pop!

The light shriveled, turned to dust and disappeared.

Oh?

I thought if I just pushed it away without eating it, like when I went up and fell last time, a monster like me would be created.

But it just burst unable to endure. As if this place were the deep sea, it shriveled and burst.

Was it because it was too broken to endure, or is it that humans can’t endure?

The questions keep increasing.

There’s so much to do.

How many is the appropriate amount, whether it’s better to drop worlds like this time, how to use harvesters, and what I can do and to what extent.

Alright.

Let’s do it all.

I have plenty of time anyway.

Thinking like that, I looked around.

There’s nothing left below the surface now.

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

In short, this is the end.

I looked up at the place where the first world once was and said my final goodbye.

Goodbye, first world.

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Tl/note: Hi, it’s translator Kayiwas! With a few things to announce:

I opened the whole 8 chapters for this week, which means I’m finally back and the novel will return to a stable release schedule starting tomorrow!

Plus, I’m planning to open an additional chapter daily for each review the novel has on NU. So there will be 6+4 chapters next week, and this will also apply to the following reviews (limited to 2 chapters daily, with any unused bonus chapters accumulating to the following weeks.)

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