episode_0002

I guess I should ask the question here if I want power, but right now everything is so complicated that my head hurts.

This body feels strangely stiff. Could it be rigor mortis?

If it’s a sacrifice summon, I wish it could be finished simply with a card.

Or at least I wish you would prepare a healthy body.

Charurk

When I looked, I saw that there were chains around both of his wrists and ankles. And there were dark bruises under the chains.

There are signs of rebellion.

If it’s a sacrifice, why don’t you offer up your body voluntarily? No, since you took out the heart, wouldn’t physical damage fall within the scope of consideration at that point?

And on top of that, being naked seems like a pervert.

No, once a murder has occurred, the pervert isn’t the problem. It’s a crime!

Of course, if you have a culture like the Aztecs, it wouldn’t be a crime.

Or maybe because they are rich they can get away with murder.

By the way, the body is quite hard. It doesn’t mean that it is hard because it was trained or because it is a corpse.

It means that it is different from the light that was touched every time.

I’m not sure if it will work since the point of view is not the floor but a human body, but can you contain me?

Small small

A dark purple mist rises from my body. It’s a strange sensation to describe, but it feels like something is zooming in from behind me.

It’s completely different from the feeling of reaching out and lifting me up until now.

And the more you do it, the clearer your senses become.

The eyes are much more visible, the feel of the stone you’re sitting on, the sloshing of blood soaking your chest, stomach, and lower body, and the thick smell of blood and the sound of people breathing around you.

Of course, there is pain, but rather than feeling it as pain, it feels like it is something unrelated to me, like seeing my HP decrease through the monitor.

Won’t this kill me?

“Your Majesty, Mr. Ksax. I am your servant. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

The large man in front of me asks me cautiously. He is quite muscular, has a brown, bushy face, and half of his face is covered in tattoos.

The only peculiar thing is that it has cloudy eyes without any light in them.

These are the eyes of a person who is endlessly desperate. You often see them through the mirror when you lick the light and glimpse into memories.

Aside from the name that sounds like a curse word, I wonder how they even know me.

If I recall the sentence that just introduced me, I can roughly guess what path I took to find out, but the light I looked up to was not all living in the same world.

Some places had a primitive age, some places had the Western Middle Ages, some places had the Eastern Middle Ages, and many places had completely different cultures.

Some even appeared to be more advanced than modern times.

At that time, I didn’t care because I thought it was enough to get some warmth, but now that I think about it, it’s a completely different world.

In other words, wouldn’t the possibility of knowing about me converge to almost 0?

When I go out, I have to look up the name “Ksaxshibal.”

I don’t know if I can get out though.

There’s a dark purple mist flowing from my body, but nothing changes. Is this a special effect that appears when I’m inside?

Oh. Your hair color is purple.

Purple tastes good.

The world is a wonderful place, but we must first speak.

Problem occurred.

I’m speechless.

Oh, right. You can speak by moving your diaphragm, contracting your lungs to blow air, and when the air passes through your vocal cords, it vibrates and you use your tongue, right?

The diaphragm appears to be alive, but there is a hole in the lungs, so it cannot make any sound.

Can’t the hole in my heart be repaired?

At least as long as the country is powerful, there should be something.

Oops, mistake.

Blood gushed out from the hole.

If you have that kind of taste, I’d be happy, but I don’t see anyone like that. I was wondering if this group of pagans lacks normal concepts, but fortunately, they don’t seem to have any hobbies like corpses.

I can see the air trembling strangely, and I can tell that the man in front of me is suspicious of me.

It’s natural to be suspicious. After all, I wasn’t the one who called him.

The thread that reached me from that light could have originally been meant to call someone else. I just grabbed it.

It’s frustrating. Either way, it’s all the same whether I die this way or that way.

It would be fun to die as it is, but if there’s a chance, we should try it.

This body is very hard, so try to put me in a little more.

***

An underground space where not a single ray of light enters.

Inside, candle holders stand in a circle at regular intervals, dimly illuminating the darkness. Inside the circular structure, there are tiny letters and pictures explaining the purpose of the building.

Build a temple, make a sacrifice, call upon the gods, and curse the object of your resentment.

A picture full of hatred, wishing for the destruction of the other, is painted in different forms on every side, and countless people stand around it, wearing masks that hide their faces.

There are three large circles, and the structure is such that the height decreases from top to bottom as you go from the outside to the inside.

People have similar colored masks and costumes, but the clothes are subtly different for each circle.

The clothes of those inside have much more elaborate designs than those outside.

All those people are standing looking at the center.

In the center of the gaze is an altar in the shape of a stepped pyramid.

On one side of the pyramid there is an ascending staircase, and in front of the stairs stand four people of different builds.

Left and right of the stairs.

On the way up, torn corpses are laid out on each floor on both sides.

Just below the top floor, on the stairs, stands a large man.

And at the very top is a stone chair, on which sits a naked girl with her limbs bound with iron chains.

But even naked, the atmosphere was very gruesome. There was a large hole where the girl’s heart should be.

It is impossible to survive, with blood flowing from that hole through the body and down the pyramid.

This is consciousness.

In some worlds, it is a ritual in which a person called a shaman is sacrificed to call upon their god.

One cult created a huge temple by amassing vast amounts of money and labor through fraud, extortion, blackmail, pyramid schemes, human exploitation, and other methods.

And he used all the evil deeds to achieve what he wanted.

Someone said

A god of vengeance who grants great power to those in dire straits.

A messenger of death who gives the most base pleasures to those who are most desperate, but always takes their lives in return.

A malevolent god from outside who does not appear in any temple.

Some magicians say that the explosion was caused by the hearts of those in despair drilling a hole in the world, causing the power of emptiness, the opposite of non-existence, to burst out and annihilate reality.

None of it was a definite fact, but at least it was certain that someone was there.

There is someone out there doing something for someone who has hit rock bottom.

Then, based on that fact, a pseudo-religion spread.

The god who said that he could strike even the lowest of the low was very sweet to the weak. Up until now, the only way to live was to suffer and die, but now there was a possibility of revenge before death.

Of course, he was a great god, except for the fact that they could not meet the one they wanted, since believing in him gave them hope.

Even if it is a false hope born of despair and resignation.

On the contrary, it was a thorn in the side of those above, because it meant that those at the bottom could obtain the power to kill them.

So in this world, this religion was oppressed. But the more it was oppressed, the more it spread like wildfire throughout the world.

It is the law that there are more people who are exploited than those who exploit.

And then, very occasionally, there was an event where that prayer actually came true: an unknown explosion that vaporized a city.

The investigation revealed that it was an unknown force that could not exist in this world, and there was nothing it could not do anymore.

Rather, as word spread about the unknown power and the investigation, this pseudo-religion grew even bigger.

So, it was easy for cults to build such huge altars.

A pseudo-religion that seeks salvation from someone.

Even if the name was wrong, it wasn’t at all strange for it to reach the protagonist who was the cause.

So as a result, their god came down to the sacrifice.

The fact that a girl without a heart was moving was already strange enough.

Moreover, the girl’s hair, which had originally been blonde, was dyed purple when she woke up from her corpse, so it was clear that something had entered her.

So verification is necessary.

For now, it’s just a dead body moving.

In this world where there is magic, there is magic that can move corpses, so suspicions arose among the people around him.

And among them, the person who most coolly checked the facts was the leader who led the ceremony.

Her real name is Yasle.

He was once the spiritual leader of a religious nation, but he lost his country, along with his family, friends, and neighbors, to another country that invaded his country.

He turns away from the god he believed in at the time, resenting the god who does nothing for him. And he becomes the leader of the current pseudo-religion, which was growing in popularity at the time but was struggling due to the lack of a proper leader.

Unlike the god who doesn’t answer, this one actually answers.

As a religious leader, Yasle knows that this god really does answer. A god who gives the power to take revenge on the lowest of the low.

It was good enough to use.

Although the direction was slightly different from the perspective of belief.

So, they tried to mix the methods of summoning the evil gods coming from outside with the methods of calling believers of the current pseudo-religion by mobilizing all kinds of laws.

And the results were now right before our eyes.

Something that simply makes you wake up, look around with blank eyes, and check your own body.

When we first met eyes, I was disappointed and thought it was a failure. It was because he looked at Yasle with an expression like someone who had been dragged here without knowing anything.

But soon that thought changed.

This is because an endlessly ominous and cold purple energy began to flow out from the wounds on his body.

The wound began to heal little by little, spitting out bizarre polyhedrons as if countless afterimages were overlapping and shaking.

No, rather than saying it was incomprehensible, it seemed like an incomprehensible phenomenon.

Even if you only look at the results, you can say that it was a recovery, but the intermediate processes were all bizarre.

The wound on my chest began to heal, and my heart started to beat loudly.

But there was no more heartbeat. Instead, there was a sound of something spinning there.

The heart should be beating, but instead it was spinning. Yasle was about to analyze the strange phenomenon occurring in the girl’s body, but soon stopped.

Because it lifted its gaze and looked straight at Yasle, and that’s when he realized that he had succeeded in calling something.

Because the eyes, stained with a greedy longing for warmth and a greed that did not suit the girl’s face, stared straight at him with an eerie purple light streaming from behind them.

The eye is an organ that receives light. However, something in the mask of the girl in front is emitting light. It is not simply expressed that the eyes shine because they are the window to the soul, but physically they shine.

A strange symptom that makes you feel bad just by looking at it.

Yasle lowered her head without realizing it.