episode_0009

Jerome went out, saying he had something to do.

I don’t know if it’s to choose someone to make a harvester, or to find someone to provide me with warmth.

So I turned my attention to Joanna Smith.

Looking at the world view, I thought there would be European-style bread, but when I see Joanna cooking in the kitchen, it feels very different?

They grind grains, add water, knead the dough, bring it from one side of the kitchen, and roast it. It’s the same food as naan in India. Separately, they take out marinated meat, cut it up, and stir-fry it, or they bring in dried vegetables and boil them with sauce.

This dish looks like it’s going to be incredibly high in calories. And it has some fruit in it.

Judging from the shape, it looks like a very fresh fruit. I think there is a place nearby where you can get it, and where they supply it.

Unfortunately, Joanna doesn’t know how to do that.

It’s a shame that we don’t know the food situation so we can consider it when extending the harvest season later.

Food, space, and happiness control. These are common elements in simulation games. The ideal game is to embezzle, embezzle, or slacken off in between. It’s not that different in reality, because it takes away the human element.

I think that in order to harvest more warmth, it would be a good idea to extend the harvest period and use that to get more warmth.

hmm.

Up to here.

If you’re too impatient, things won’t work out.

When I was human, I wasn’t that smart. So there’s no way I can do anything now.

When a lot of things, or hosts, or followers, are contaminated in one corner of the head, a plan comes to mind to grid-compute their heads to increase their intelligence… … .

I would if I could, but Rebecca Rolfe and Joanna Smith, I don’t feel like I’m getting any smarter using these two people’s brains.

Rather, it’s just noisy.

Then, if the harvest season is extended, there is a possibility that I won’t be able to handle it?

Hmm.

I’ll think about it when I get there.

As I’m planning my future little by little, Joanna comes to my room with food.

And then Joanna opened the door and came in. She came in carefully, walked around the corner, stopped, and walked straight towards me.

Memories still hold Joanna.

When she entered the room, she opened the door carefully without saying a word and went in. And once inside, she moved through a space that was not easily visible.

In the meantime, no one treats her like a human being. When you walk down the street, there are many cases where you don’t even remember the street sweeper cleaning the street.

Then, he feels amazed when his position rises and he reaches a situation where he is recognized by someone.

This pleasure is what causes people to become obsessed with higher things in pseudo-religions.

Humans are social animals. They are creatures who find stability in sociality. When they are recognized by others, their brains reward them accordingly.

That’s why people often change as their social status increases. Pleasure destroys people more easily than pain.

I’m curious to see what will happen to Joanna in the future as she gradually changes.

Looking at the purple-tinged light in her middle, I don’t think it’s going to produce good results.

“Excuse me. Here is your meal.”

I saw the meal Joanna brought. Rebecca Rolfe has had it before. It’s not that unusual of a meal.

For me, this is my first meal since becoming a human.

I know how to eat it, so I tried it. But the taste didn’t match any of the dishes I know. But Rebecca Rolf’s body said that she ate what she usually ate.

It’s strangely odd, as if the senses are dual, or if they feel independent of each other.

I just finished one daily quest. That’s how it feels. So I have to deal with the byproducts of physical activity later?

If you want to go, just ask for the bathroom.

Anyway, the most important thing is whether I can get the warmth I want from food.

However, although the food itself is hot, you don’t feel any warmth when you eat it. It’s still cold.

It’s not like you need physical warmth.

If I felt warm physically, I would jump into a fire pit.

however.

Isn’t that a bit much?

I didn’t even eat half of it, but my stomach is full.

I left some because I had no reason to eat any more.

Then Joanna Smith stops doing something. Her body tenses up. Her mouth opens and closes again. Does she have something to ask?

“Do what you want. Joanna Smith.”

So when I told her to do it, Joanna Smith was really surprised. She was so surprised that she wondered if there was any need to be so surprised.

My heart is pounding, and my emotions and faith are rising along with it.

But still, I couldn’t do what I wanted to do right away, and after hesitating several times, I asked myself.

“What should I call you?

Oh, from there?

Didn’t you introduce yourself as Rebecca Rolf before? Is there a verse here that says, “Do not take the name of God in vain”? Of course, if the object of faith is easy to pronounce, its dignity is reduced.

Oh, yeah.

I introduced myself as a cold sea that wants warmth from the bottom, right?

I don’t know. She wasn’t at the place you introduced her as Rebecca Rolf.

You don’t have to worry about the name.

“Rebecca Rolf. It’s the name of this body, but I use it too. So call me by that name.”

“Yes, Rebecca.”

Your gaze moves busily.

Joanna has a color that wouldn’t seem out of place if she were an undead or a demon in a game. Her skin is a dark blue color, and her hair has turned purple at the scalp.

Rebecca turned purple all at once, but Joanna still has her original color left, though it’s faded to white.

Late 50s. When I was human, it wasn’t that old, and there were people who looked like they were in their 40s if they took good care of themselves.

But originally, I could believe that Joanna was in her 80s. After all, the face of someone who has suffered a lot ages.

But now I’m in my late teens or early twenties.

And I was promoted to the rank of warrior of faith. This cult has separate ranks for priests and warriors.

Body and hierarchy.

Everything is better.

Now I’m curious to see how this person will change. If possible, I hope he changes into something like a reincarnation or regression.

A person who freely wields his desires, pretends to follow the rules whenever possible, and eliminates those he dislikes.

It’s a really perfect harvest season.

If you pretend to follow the rules, it’s harder for the group to designate you as an enemy. Your survival rate goes up.

If you wield your desires as you wish, one day you will meet another person who wields their desires as well. That is where your characteristic of eliminating people you dislike will shine.

Kill the opponent and give me warmth.

lol.

It’s a shame that we’ve left so much to pseudo-religions that we’re probably quite lacking in the ability to think for ourselves.

So the evildoer is right. He buried people because he was told to, drugged someone to ruin them, and tricked a country bumpkin who came up to the city and didn’t know anything into joining a cult.

Of course, people are ambivalent. They are good to some and bad to others. You can’t define them in one way.

So, I deliberately judge by looking at only one side.

Joanna Smith repeats my name a few times quietly, then looks at me again and opens her mouth.

“Did you not like this meal?”

Judging by the strangely awkward way of speaking, it seems like he is trying to imitate someone. Is he just being polite in his own way?

“You can talk comfortably. And I’m full so I can’t eat anymore.”

At my words, Joanna blinked, then nodded slightly at me. She didn’t quite understand, but it was close to agreeing.

Although Rebecca is short, she has fairly large breasts, so it’s a bit too little for her to eat.

But it’s really full, so it’s a bit hard to eat, right?

Then the door to the room I was in opened.

Then came Hieronymus and two big men. And then came a little boy, a little younger.

One of the two men is someone Joanna has seen. He’s a warrior of faith. The other man, who is dressed in the same attire, is likely to be one of them.

And the boy who was brought here is chained, his face and body covered in blood.

When Joanna got up in a hurry, Hieronymus made a calming gesture with his hand and sent her behind me.

And Jerome came up to me and knelt down.

“Rebecca, I brought the sacrifice as you said.”

As soon as Jerome spoke, the boy jumped up, but two men behind him grabbed his head and kicked the inside of his legs, forcing him to his knees.

It’s a sacrifice.

This is what Jerome says, to use it as a sacrifice and not for any other purpose.

If you give it to me, I won’t make any specifications.

I need to use my resources to make a harvester, but I don’t know how long I can hold myself back.

I got up from my seat and walked towards the messy boy.

The left one is swollen and completely invisible, but the right one is staring at me with bright blue eyes. Where did you catch this person?

The light in your heart is quite large.

It’s full of warmth.

There is hope? Hope for life, optimism for the future, and faith that you can survive in the future.

Does the physical condition have no effect on warmth at all?

I walked in front of the boy and reached out to the light. My arm split open and a dark purple smoke flowed out, immediately engulfing the light in the boy’s chest.

It’s warm!

But that was only for a moment.

The cold is creeping in again. It’s much, much warmer than what usually comes my way, but the duration is… uh-huh.

Dark purple smoke is coming out. There is a dark, twisted light in the boy’s chest. Looking at it this way, it is different from Joanna, who did not receive warmth.

Joanna was just a color of light that was almost black, a purple color, and this boy, Isiturga La Planza, was just a crumpled black mass. There was a very faint light in the middle of it, so you could tell that this was once the light in the heart of life.

As the purple smoke completely disappeared, the boy fell to his knees.

You’re not dead, you’re still breathing.

Through Joanna’s eyes, Hieronymus is observing me and the boy, one of the men looks visibly uncomfortable, and the other just stands there, unmoving.

The boy was drooping.

But that was only for a moment.

My whole body starts to twitch as I gather something like purple fog. My face sprouts strange organs, my back swells and my muscles grow. My arms also grow only one, making them asymmetrical.

But before he could mutate further, the boy’s head was cut off.

The man behind me cut his throat with the knife he was holding. There was something similar to what I felt from the arrow last time on it.

He died bleeding fluorescent blue blood instead of red.

I saw the blood on my hand when I hit the neck. It was pushed out of my hand, bubbling and then disappearing.

Oh, indeed.

I knew one thing.

This mutation is not a mutation that happened because I pushed my power. If you take away all the warmth while holding light, you can use power similar to mine.

The purple smoke that I sucked into my body as I became a monster wasn’t me.

Remembering this phenomenon, I greeted Jerome.

“Thank you for the warmth.”

Then Jerome used literary rhetoric to say at length, “Not at all.”