Chapter 38

I’ve been gradually slicing off pieces of Yasule’s memories and sending them to people.

Of course, memories aren’t like movies or dramas that play in one continuous stream.

Rather, they’re more like a wiki. Human memories are a massive chunk of information composed of blocks and connections.

But it’s not neatly organized. When you extract specific info from memories, it doesn’t just give you what you need—it drags along emotions and unrelated past events like unwanted baggage.

And if you cut too much, the context gets lost, making it impossible to understand the overall meaning.

Still, there’s some structure to it. For example, this part is about her first love letter, or this one is about an embarrassing moment she got caught in.

Among these, I gathered all the memory chunks related to the event where I was summoned. Instead of trying to extract the necessary info, I decided to throw the entire memory block, gradually increasing the volume.

But honestly, I’m not sure how it’s going. Whether it’s working or not.

So, experimentation is key.

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Time flew by as I experimented.

Let me recap what happened during that time.

First, Tisah and the soldiers of Ansellus Kingdom discovered the tragedy of their vanished capital. They also figured out that the cause was none other than the Future Hope Church.

Wide had already started laying the groundwork for his own kingdom, albeit clumsily.

He gathered people around him, forced them to proclaim him king, and violently seized resources. It wasn’t hard for others nearby to notice.

Honestly, Wide pretty much copied the system used by the Future Hope Church.

But he seems unaware that while religion and state may look similar, they’re quite different.

Given that his knowledge only came from observing and learning from the church, it’s understandable.

Ironically, it’s Tisah—who has no prior experience—who sees through the distorted reality and moves toward the truth, making him an anomaly, someone rarely seen under normal circumstances.

And naturally, such individuals are labeled as heroes or great figures.

Regardless, it seemed like both Wide and those blessed ones were doing well. With overwhelming force, even differences in methods could be overlooked.

However, things are faltering more than expected.

The reason is pretty clear. The people who could observe the surroundings were all wiped out last time, leaving it difficult to gauge the situation.

In other words, we’ve lost our far-seeing eyes. And now, like a snowball rolling down a slope, things are slowly getting worse.

Then another steep decline happened. Someone I drove insane before must have mistaken it as the end of their life. More and more people are trembling with the fear that they might suddenly die anytime.

To put it in gaming terms, due to the fear of death, their mental stats keep dropping, negatively affecting Wide’s rule. In such situations, an enemy to fight is needed.

A method of turning fear into hatred or resentment and projecting it outward—something many rulers have used in the past.

And conveniently, an enemy is coming.

To reclaim their country, to avenge their fallen comrades.

Of course, not everyone in Ansellus is fighting for noble reasons; some move purely out of greed or self-interest. These are the lords. But each fiefdom varies in people, circumstances, and loyalty.

Everyone knows that battling a group full of superhumans is incredibly tough. This includes those who went to the underground temple in the Skad Stone Desert and the lords themselves.

They also know that to counter them, they need to gather soldiers from surrounding territories and launch a coordinated attack.

That’s why they joined forces with Tisah.

Out of their own desires.

Naturally, so do I, for my own desires.

Meanwhile, Andrew and Witga established the Miriga Sect in the east, operating it based on the methods they learned from the Future Hope Church—but in a much more refined manner compared to Wide’s clumsy imitation.

It’s tempting to wonder what they’ll do next, but since neither of them has been blessed by me, it’s hard to tell right away. It’s frustrating not knowing what the two masterminds are thinking.

But both Andrew and Witga have subordinates, including those who’ve been blessed by me.

Thus, I can observe their actions. Moreover, they explain their future plans to their subordinates, giving me enough clues to make educated guesses.

Andrew is eager to apply what he learned from the Future Hope Church about running a more sophisticated sect.

Witga wants to invade the Cogni Kingdom. Before I accidentally eliminated a few people, one of the blessed ones who could see far informed him about Wide’s activities.

So, Witga knows that Yasule is dead and that there’s no one left to bestow blessings.

But there’s no one left who can see far either.

No map hacks.

They have to illuminate the map again as they move forward.

Speaking of which, I still don’t know the whereabouts of Rebecca Rolfe and Sungsueshni.

Are they living somewhere, perhaps?

In this way, while observing people, I gradually released parts of Yasule’s knowledge.

At one point, I overdid it by drastically increasing the data volume, resulting in failure. A few blessed ones broke, confused about who they were. They didn’t think they were Yasule but exhibited symptoms akin to severe dementia—unable to recognize people or objects and speaking out of context.

Their actions became erratic, causing them to trip over nothing on the floor.

It was like dementia.

So, I quickly adjusted the experiment, reducing the amount of memory being sent.

I wasted some valuable individuals.

But it wasn’t all bad. Success cases began to emerge.

Though they weren’t yet at the level to summon me, someone managed to use magic that Yasule once wielded. I thought it would only be possible after sending the entire memory, but they used her techniques even before half of it was delivered.

Even though I couldn’t comprehend Yasule’s memories from start to finish, they seem to have interpreted and utilized her skills with just a fragment of the knowledge I gave them.

Granted, compared to Yasule, their techniques are extremely rudimentary, but the important thing is that they used them.

We’ve taken a step forward.

This means that by infusing Yasule’s memories, one can ascend to higher levels.

Hehe.

We can rise again.

If we stumble, creating an environment where warmth can be supplied—be it a cult, organization, or individual—might become an obstacle.

Still, it’s better than not being able to go at all.

To gain warmth, we’ll have to persuade people earnestly.

Do you think brainwashing is possible by inserting information into people’s minds?

Fortunately—or unfortunately—people with strong egos aren’t affected by me. From the start, blessing only involves altering their bodies.

Thus, brainwashing after blessing carries considerable risks, especially when there’s no room for excuses if caught.

From the beginning, I’ve only observed from within, never steering thoughts or ideologies in a particular direction—at least until now.

Of course, if I can twist things from here on, I’ll work hard at it because it’s the only way for me to ascend!

Starting with aspects that allow room for excuses, practice is necessary.

While contemplating the future or cutting and sending Yasule’s memories, I watched the world unfold.

Finally, someone reached the stage where they could attempt a summoning.

By this point, a lot of time had passed since the fall of the Future Hope Church.

Of course, many things happened in between.

Let me recount them in chronological order.

First, the remnants of Ansellus Kingdom clashed fiercely with the people led by Wide.

Ansellus reclaimed their capital but failed to kill Wide. He fled with his followers during the battle, proving that superhuman abilities shine more in escape than in killing.

About 40 blessed ones who were present at the time escaped with injuries.

In short, Wide was defeated.

Tisah became a hero of Ansellus Kingdom for this feat.

He truly fought valiantly, protecting people and moving tirelessly across the battlefield, leaving a deep impression on the citizens of Ansellus.

On the other hand, Wide harbored intense grudges against Tisah. From Wide’s perspective, Tisah was always a lowly loser, and defeating him was deeply unsettling.

But cracks appeared within Wide’s group.

The defeat was devastating since Wide ruled through sheer force.

When his power waned, so did his authority and control.

A defeated leader makes a perfect scapegoat. Significant fractures emerged in Wide’s group, and eventually, over a dozen members fled at the first opportunity.

Had there been someone who could see far, they might have prevented it, but all such individuals had perished earlier. Thus, Wide could only watch helplessly.

He began ruling the remaining members more violently, blaming Tisah for everything that had gone wrong.

Seizing this opportunity, Andrew approached him.

Wide was ripe for manipulation.

A person consumed by a single thought is easy prey for a cult. Moreover, Andrew once held a higher position than Wide, making the latter’s acceptance of him seamless.

Wide joined the Miriga Sect.

There, he reunited with Isla, who had been following Witga all along.

It felt like the old days of the Future Hope Church.

Andrew wanted to expand the sect; Witga aimed to destroy the Cogni Kingdom; Wide sought the downfall of Ansellus Kingdom.

They replicated the Future Hope Church almost perfectly, to the point where I’d advise against excessive cloning.

The only difference was that Witga had experienced betrayal and that Andrew was now the top dog.

It hadn’t been long since the sect’s previous collapse. Even with tried-and-true methods, rebuilding influence was tough.

The Miriga Sect had limited manpower. Its history was too short to attract deeply devoted followers.

The foundation was shaky, opinions were divided, and the Miriga Sect seemed ready to crumble at any moment.

But someone cared little about all this: Witga.

For him, there was no turning back. His nation had fallen, and he vowed revenge in his mid-thirties. By his late forties, after losing everything he had built during his time with the Future Hope Church, he pushed hard against Andrew. If they attacked the Cogni Kingdom now, he promised Andrew could claim it as his own.

With so many superhumans, it was enough.

In this way, he openly revealed his desires, challenging Andrew. Had Witga been a strategist instead of a general, he might have phrased things differently or exercised patience.

But Witga lacked tact.

Andrew incited Wide to assassinate Witga.

Inciting Wide was easy. If Witga continued leading people away, attacking Ansellus Kingdom would become impossible. They needed more time to gather forces, but Witga wouldn’t listen. Ideally, Witga should have been the one leading the blessed ones.

An enemy was designated, reasons provided, and rewards promised.

Though Witga resisted the ambush, he couldn’t match Wide’s strength. Isla fought alongside Witga, but ultimately, Witga was killed.

Isla escaped.

In truth, Witga, sensing his impending death, intended to leave something behind, and Isla was part of that plan.

It was lucky—or perhaps very unlucky.

Witga foolishly viewed Isla as both wife and child, acting to save her in his final moments. Had Isla ignored him and fled, she might have survived.

As a result, Wide lost Isla.

But he didn’t care much. After all, she had always been beneath him. To him, it was just a foot soldier escaping.

Thus, Wide informed Andrew of Witga’s demise, and Andrew rewarded him accordingly.

Wide rejoiced at his elevated status, and Andrew was pleased to eliminate a threat and gain a useful pawn.

No one paid attention to Isla’s escape.

Here’s the interesting part:

Where did the surviving Isla head?

Straight to Ansellus Kingdom. Determined to avenge Witga, she resolved to inform Tisah about the Miriga Sect, Wide, and Andrew.

Isla, battered physically and mentally from her battles with Wide and Witga’s death, began talking to herself more often, allowing me glimpses into her thoughts.

Fatefully, Isla met Tisha, the hero of Ansellus Kingdom, avoiding a pointless demise. She carried crucial information to someone who could utilize it.

Cause and effect swirl endlessly.

From outside, I continue experimenting to re-enter this world while observing how things unfold.

If I can return to this world, traveling to others won’t be difficult.

Yes.

The experiment is nearing its end, and it seems successful.

See you soon, everyone.

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