The Outer God Needs Warmth

Chapter 66

In an instant, the largest harvest area disappeared.

There are still 117 entities, but each one is unique to its world.

Originally, I was going to call them humans, but there’s a creature that looks like a whale and one that resembles an octopus, so calling them by the unit "life" doesn’t quite fit.

Anyway.

I’ve thoroughly examined the memories of those I gained after swallowing a whole world.

But this took quite a bit of time.

It was the moment when the harvesters increased the most in the first world.

Since I was watching all the harvesters at once, the time it took to increase was strange, especially considering the numbers increased.

I could make an assumption.

Let’s start with a simple assumption.

There were too many of them.

All life forms fell to the ground, really.

If you don’t know, you start classifying them.

Insects have light but no warmth.

Rocks have light too. No, but when the glass bottle broke, it seemed like almost everything material just disappeared?

But if they’re small enough for human eyes to miss, they seem to have no light. If they had light, humans would be sparkling with it.

Single-celled organisms or bacteria have no light.

It seems that having a nervous system is a condition, but let’s just assume that for now.

Then, once they become animals, light is a given. But warmth varies from animal to animal.

Small animals may have large light and lots of warmth, while large animals may have small light and little warmth.

If you categorize animals, those that appear more intelligent have more warmth.

Of course, there are exceptions, but on average, humans have the most warmth. They have a high minimum and maximum point.

But they’re not the highest. There are beings with greater light and warmth. Half of them were once beasts. But they gained intelligence and special powers.

According to the fading man’s memories, the closest to them would be monsters?

But they can’t mate with the species they originally came from. And they don’t necessarily have to eat humans to survive.

Of course, there are those with strange sexual desires who marry other species or even humans.

If you look only at the amount of warmth, they surpass ordinary humans by ten times, but conversely, the amount is something that ten ordinary humans can gather by praying.

Hmm. But if there are too many harvesters, the glass bottle will break, so should I target this side?

I’ll place them as candidates for harvesters.

I thought about using the contract document, as the Outer God Church named it, but if I suddenly expand it like before and the world falls...

If it falls, heh.

No.

Hmm.

Honestly, it was amazing.

But no. I’m so drawn to it.

What should I do?

I still need to forget. You know that you can’t gain much like that.

I think about the game the faded man used to play often.

It was called a folk game, played by many people, but like a folk game, it quickly fades away.

It has something called population. There’s a limit to how many you can govern.

It should be like that, placing limits.

Cheap and easy ones, strong and expensive ones.

Just like Rebecca did, creating a universal religion is not the way. A more secretive and dark secret society is the answer.

This is appropriate.

In the first world, there were secret societies too. The remnants of the Holy God Church were still around, moving diligently. Rebecca had secretly experimented with summoning magic and was organizing the data, preparing to bring down the Outer God Church.

Now, it’s too late.

But there were unexpectedly many secret societies.

I forcefully push the fading man’s voice, which arose as a fleeting question in my head, and ponder how I can get warmth.

I’m inserting the advertisement and giving the contract document.

Since once connected, we can speak in our own languages, there’s no need for translation.

Hmm.

Hmm.

No matter how long I wait, it doesn’t increase.

Someone definitely said it. They clearly spoke the contract document.

But I failed. Even though someone who isn’t a Harvester tried to follow, they failed.

What is this? Is there a condition?

For example, should I have visited that world at least once?

Failures keep happening.

Do I have to wait for an innocent era again?

Should I wait for someone like Yasle to randomly pick it? How many attempts will it take?

How long do I have to wait?

If time is divided infinitely, I think I can definitely rise.

But does that mean I have to wait for that time?

How?

I still clearly feel the heat in my mind.

Clink.

Huh?

The thread has come down. It’s not from the Harvester. It’s different from Yasle or Hyungkeshni’s magic that resembled a fishing line.

But before I could think, I grabbed it.

I couldn’t let the opportunity pass.

It wasn’t a thin thread, but more like a piece of cloth.

That cloth pulled me up.

Up. Up. Again, up.

Beyond the quickly passing glass bottle, which I wasn’t connected to, I glanced and entered it.

And I opened my eyes.

I only opened one eye. Because I didn’t have one eye.

My body is twisted and bound by countless cloths. The cloth is wet and blocks my breathing. Through the many layers of cloth, I faintly hear sounds.

Purple fanatic, the chaos of the four seasons.

They call me by that name. Another cult, I suppose? I hear murmurs, but the language this body knows doesn’t seem to be one of them.

I tried to raise my arm. But it was blocked by the wet cloth. Wait, is it there? I tried to wiggle my fingers and toes, but the cloth is pressing against them. This is clearly paranoia-level binding.

More than anything, it’s frustrating because I can’t breathe. This time, I’ll completely rebuild the body.

Ugh.

I’m taller than Rebecca Rolf. But this body is almost like a woman with a solid body. She used to have black hair and slightly yellowish skin, but now she has purple hair and white skin.

Cracks in all directions as the wet cloth is sucked into the cracks. With a creaking sound, the cloth devours the pillar it’s tied to.

I stopped making imaginary things real, fearing that this world might break like last time.

I looked ahead.

No, why can’t I see from just one side?

Ah, don’t I still have an eye?

Something’s stuck. Should I say it’s blocked? Something’s trying to claim ownership, so I pressed it down and restored my eye.

Then, I greeted the people with both eyes.

"Hello."

The people around me bowed to me with the words "Purple fanatic, the chaos of the four seasons." This body seems to be the victim again.

Heh.

Still, I’ve returned to the world again.