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Hieronymus and two men took the body out.

Judging by the look on Hieronymus’ face as he left, I guess I may have been wrong to show him the warmth he was robbing.

This is better than being caught later.

But I never thought it would change so quickly. Last time, there seemed to be a faint connection, but this time there was none.

I didn’t see myself through the other person’s eyes.

Then I wonder, what on earth am I?

Of course, there’s no need to worry about that. Before I worry about what I am, I need to gain more warmth.

This may be your only chance to come out into the world.

If I go back to the time when I was just sinking and shaking like the bottom of the ocean, then I might never be able to come out with a body like this again.

In the first place, this body is not mine.

With this body, Joanna could have succeeded. So far, just a little bit. Even if I pushed as hard as I could, it exploded.

By the way, Joanna is looking at me with a strange look. What is it? Is she scared of me because of what just happened?

Despite all that, he still looks at me like a believer.

Rather, it seems like it’s gotten stronger?

I guess it’s because it turned people into monsters.

To someone like Joanna, that seems like quite an impressive force, right?

Even more so since I myself have changed so much.

I stood up and looked around. There was a lot of furniture with very fancy decorations, but it was inconsistent.

That must be what’s hiding the strange device above. The damp air that’s enveloping the entire room.

It looks like the arrow that hit the altar or something similar to what was on the sword the men were holding earlier.

Meanwhile, Joanna goes outside and takes out a cleaning tool from a corner, perhaps to wipe away the blood that fell when she cut the boy’s neck earlier.

It’s amazing to be able to see both at the same time. If possible, I think it would be reassuring if the person next to Hieronymus could also see it like this.

Or maybe it was Jerome.

But considering that he is wary of me, it would be difficult to make Jerome like Joanna.

Look for an opportunity.

Main objective. Increase harvesting season. This is a production plan, so all that’s left is to set the schedule and quantity.

Next, we need to think about how we can get more warmth.

When I look at Joanna, I see a kind of confidence that comes from being powerful, but then again, that’s all there is to it.

The light has turned purple, and my skin has turned blue, so it should be more like this. It seems like there should be some kind of impulse, but there isn’t.

Rather, he was a boy warrior of faith who was only slightly connected. His name was Cheki.

He changed just like me. When he lost his warmth, he felt a coldness that seeped into his bones, just like me. And he instinctively realized that the light in front of him was warmth, and attacked.

Then, the girl in front named Patricia died after being hit by a strange arrow made by Cheki.

If I think about the chain of connections, shouldn’t I be the one to take the warmth that flowed from Patricia to Cheki?

But the warmth came to me right away.

Or does it just happen after all the calculations are done?

What is warmth in the first place?

Light is like a soul.

Or a container containing a soul.

The warmth is here. The light falls on me from the sky. At first. When I couldn’t even explode it, I had to watch it fall.

Then came a time when the light did not shine well, and after a very long time for me, I was finally able to feel warmth again.

So, I just had a warm meal. The light was dim and faint, but it still remained.

So where did all the light that fell on me until now go? When I licked the light, I gained warmth and memories.

I licked it now.

But the light did not go out.

Or maybe the light that fell on me was in the process of disappearing. Since they had all either taken their own lives or were in a state similar to that, I judged this warmth to be very bitter.

And the light that actually lived happily and died a violent death had much more warmth.

So, warmth is probably something like joy, happiness, or anticipation for the future, as I first thought.

In other words, I can only gain warmth by killing someone in good condition and dyeing him with my color.

I need warmth.

Then we must do it.

Anything.

Fortunately, Jerome hates the current ruling class. Of course, he says all the kings and queens, but there are only a few who actually have a grudge. At most, it’s someone from one or two countries.

But he created this cult out of hatred.

If that’s the case, then you have no right to stop that hatred. Because the moment you deny it, someone else will kill you and take the excuse to continue this pseudo-religion called the Church of the Future Hope.

This is also why any dictator is bound to be corrupt. Even if the dictator has pure ideals, the people who follow them are not.

Especially those with power, we must take good care of them. Otherwise, when the first dictator dies, a second one will appear.

Hmm. Indeed.

If you give me the strength, I can keep the factory going. This is a ranch that someone designed to make you hate others.

Then we need to extend the harvest period.

When I look at Joanna, her physical abilities have improved considerably. She sees and catches her opponents, regenerates her wounds, and calmly aims for light.

That’s a powerful force.

I returned to the room and looked at Joanna, who was using a cleaning tool to wipe blue blood off the floor and walls.

She has the appearance of a beautiful woman, but she is actually a woman over 50 years old. She was clearly pure and beautiful when she was young, but she was ruined by her husband’s violence after marrying him, and her heart was completely broken when she miscarried her child.

So, I don’t hesitate when I do something difficult.

How will this person change?

I sat and watched Joanna Smith scrub the floor with a mop, then touch her own waist a few times and enjoy herself.

***

Hieronymus, real name Jasle.

He, the leader of this future cult, took the body to his laboratory.

The man, who was his subordinate, placed it on the operating table. Then, after greeting Yasle, he left the laboratory.

After making sure that the two were completely gone, Yasle turned her gaze to the corpse.

If you tell them that they were once human, they have mutated into a form that no one would believe.

The dregs of a meal after it was finished, something that had been covered in Rebecca Rolf’s skin and described as having taken away the warmth.

He put on thick gloves in case of danger, took up a knife, and plunged it into the corpse.

A huge horn grew from the left side of the boy’s face, which had previously been unsightly.

But it was more like a lump of meat than a shell. What he considered important was the skeleton. While flesh often swells, truly powerful magic or curses can distort even the bones.

And when the flesh was scraped away, only a few pieces of bone remained where the skull should have been.

We found out that this was the result of a very powerful force.

And it also proved that something wearing Rebecca Rolf’s skin was more powerful than expected.

Just as I was about to continue thinking, the door suddenly opened.

Yasle looked at him.

A man half as tall as Yasle stands at the door.

One of the four people standing in front of the stairs leading up to the Step Pyramid, further inside the three circles on the altar.

One of its distinguishing features is that it holds a staff larger than itself, with a human skull and spine attached to it.

As he came in, he turned over the cloth he was wearing. His gray hair poured out and a girl’s face popped out. Looking at the sculpture itself, you could say she was a pretty girl, but she approached Yasle with a very evil smile on her face.

“Oh! Is this the creature that the monster created? Yes, it’s just as grotesquely twisted as I heard from the guys outside.”

“Hyungkeshni. Do not enter here without permission.”

Yasle called her that. Then the girl looked at Yasle with a surprised expression.

“Hey, shouldn’t we look at this together? We need to figure out what it is that’s been put into the body we prepared for God. Right? Right? Yasle?”

With a very clear voice and a giggle, Hyunkeshni called Yasle’s name.

“Hyungkeshni.”

“Sorry, sorry, it was Hieronymus here, right? How could the innocent leader of the Youngrang Church become such a terrible cultist? Life is unpredictable.”

Hyungkeshni walked steadily with short steps and stood in front of Yasle. Then he put his hand into the head of the monster he had dismembered and started to rummage around.

And after removing his hand from the monster’s head, he went towards the body with a staff made from human bones. A twisted body with its head cut off. Hyungkesuni stuck the staff into the neck section.

Fujik.

After the staff is inserted into the body, the jaw of the skull attached to the staff opens and closes several times.

Hyungkesuni looked at it with a surprised expression, tapped his staff a few times, and then placed his hand on the monster’s body, or more precisely, on the area where its heart was.

“Hey, this isn’t human. Was it really human in the first place? There’s no commander at all? Huh. Huh. There’s a faint lingering energy. Is this the energy that something had? ”

A purple mist flowed out from his chest, swirled for a moment, and then disappeared as if it had never happened.

Soon the smile disappeared from Hyuckeshni’s face. She swept her long, unkempt silver hair back with a serious expression.

“Did you know something?”

“A little bit. But this is.”

Then, suddenly, he leapt up onto the operating table, rolled up his sleeves to his shoulders, and placed his small, white hand on the spot where his heart should be.

A dark shadow appeared over the hand that was visible only as a child’s hand, and it grabbed the corpse’s chest. However, Hyungkeshni quickly pulled his hand back.

But, like the hand of the black shadowy phantom, it could not escape and was caught in the center of the body.

Then, all of a sudden, as if a small black hole had formed, all matter except light collapsed into a point and disappeared within an area the size of a hand’s length.

“The phenomenon of magic power disappearing. Ha. I really summoned a being from beyond the abyss.”

“What is that?”

Instead of answering Yasle’s question, Hyuckeshni jumped up from the operating table and onto the floor. Then he laughed heartily.

And then, Hukkeshuni opened his mouth and looked at Yasle with a bright smile.

“A monster called the Void Being in the Yeongrang Church. The Law of Despair where those who are extremely desperate will cause a huge explosion and then suddenly suck in everything in that area and disappear. The imaginary god you created, Ksaxshibal. It has many names, but it means only one thing. ”

“Hyunkeshuni,” he said, raising both arms, his face beaming with what could only be described as madness.

“The witch of joy, Hunkeshni, declares. You have chosen the real thing. Yasle. The law of sin that all the dregs of cults and heretics so desperately desired, but failed to do!”

“I am so happy,” declared Hukkeshni, his face stained with murderous intent, hatred, joy, laughter and countless other emotions that it seemed nothing but jubilation.

“You! Picked it!”

And Hulkeshni laughs as if spitting out blood.

Well, that’s funny. When Yasle, who was in a position to suppress such cults and heretics, became corrupted in order to seek revenge, the god of revenge that such cults and heretics desired appeared in this world.

Yasle grabbed the spot where the Holy Scripture of the Yeongrang Church once stood on her neck, then put her hand back down when she realized there was nothing there.

He glared at his former and still current enemy, Hyukkesuni, and raised his sword to finish the analysis he had just begun.

And while listening to the madness of the Hukkeshni, he studied the by-products left behind by the target he was using.