Chapter 211

It’s the weekend.

On a normal day, I’d just be hanging in my room checking out the trends of the Harvesting System while killing time.

But today’s different.

The royal family summoned me.

Since I’m completely dependent on them for everything, I don’t have the luxury to say no. So when I agreed to go, they dressed me up in some super fancy clothes instead of my usual wear.

They even did this light makeup on my face.

Wait…

Didn’t they do all this prep last time I met the king? What’s going on?

Isn’t this a bit excessive?

Because of the memories from Polaris and Kannna—heiresses from the Barrington Marquis family and Shiodore Duke family—I know the value of the outfit, perfume, and jewelry I’m wearing now.

This is the kind of getup you’d wear for an extremely formal and official event.

What exactly is happening at the royal palace?

With that question lingering, I followed the person guiding me toward the royal family.

Here’s the funny part:

Instead of horses, there was this weird two-legged creature pulling the carriage. They kinda look like the horses in this world but… my mind keeps trying to compare them with the faded memories I have of horses from another place. But honestly, they all look the same to me.

I can’t really compare their “light” because I don’t know how much “light” the creatures from the faded world had. Plus, I’ve never even seen a real horse.

Even watching people on TV, I don’t see any “light,” so I guess I’ll never know. Unless… by some miracle, I return to the world I was born in—but that seems impossible.

Every single world I’ve checked through the Harvesting System had something special: magic power, qi, spiritual energy, whatever you call it. Even worlds where humans were fully mechanized and managed by machines had some form of extraordinary power.

Most importantly, the timeline…

Thinking about the place I can never return to, I boarded the carriage heading into the royal castle.

***

Once inside the castle, someone approached me who, though we’ve never formally met, must be one of the head chamberlains or something similar.

If you actually call them a chamberlain, they wouldn’t respond; instead, three underlings would step forward. Don’t get confused—it could cause big trouble.

An older woman quietly entered and meticulously inspected my outfit. On the surface, it seemed like she was just straightening things out, but her facial expressions told a different story.

Did I do it right?

Yeah, you did.

We kept repeating this until she finally nodded in satisfaction, showing that everyone involved in preparing me at my accommodation are truly skilled professionals.

After she left, a knight clad in armor entered the room. He looked like a young adult, but the insignia on his uniform indicated he wasn’t your average guy. Talent exists everywhere.

He greeted me with a mix of curiosity and caution, introducing himself using these super long titles before telling me the king requested my presence.

So I followed him.

While walking, I noticed his eyes scanning my hands, thighs, stomach, arms—not suspiciously, but rather checking if I was hiding weapons. A memory flashed brightly in my mind.

Despite the royal family treating me unusually well, this shows they’re still cautious.

The problem is, no one has explained what’s happening or where I’m going.

But then I realized something.

Not that I knew beforehand, but more like I just figured it out.

Princess Aurora, the second princess, has been informed she’ll meet foreign dignitaries soon and needs to prepare.

In other words, I heard and prepared earlier than the princess.

Wait, is that right?

No, considering my lower status, it makes sense that I came first.

Powerful people usually arrive last to make others wait—it’s a way to assert authority.

Of course, those who can’t keep time might be called idiots, but only someone with enough power to ignore such criticism can pull it off.

In short, they’re basically saying, “If you don’t like it, go home.”

So, my job is to come early and prepare.

Understanding this, I follow the knight.

He’s someone who occasionally appears in Princess Aurora’s memories. Young but already holding a high position, clearly coming from good lineage.

Unless he participates in war and gets physically damaged, he’s unlikely to become part of the Harvesting System. Or maybe he’ll grow old and sick, begging for a new life?

Might as well establish a connection early—will we meet again in 80 years?

Still, nothing moves yet.

There are too many uncertainties.

No matter how confidently I decide to act, blindly diving into the fog without knowing anything is dangerous.

Failing isn’t the issue here—I need to avoid being branded as some evil entity in this world.

I know I’m a monster that eats people, and if that gets out, it’s game over.

Time to retreat quietly.

Conquer the world?

Nope, not gonna happen.

The moment I choose to destroy a world for its heat, there’s no turning back.

Heat was that intoxicating.

Gone forever, leaving me trembling involuntarily, craving it enough to consider crushing entire worlds.

It’s like a drug.

And I’m not some idiot who believes they can return after dabbling in drugs.

Like monkeys with electrodes in their heads pressing buttons endlessly until death, I’d do the same.

Except, I’m worse.

At least they can die.

I can’t. Death is impossible for me. Forever trapped at the bottom, trembling as warmth trickles down to me.

Without the end that comes with losing life, I must move cautiously.

If I could die, I’d take bigger risks. Instead, I let opportunities slip away, advancing step by step, always searching for better methods.

Besides, everything’s already set here.

No need to do anything special—just relax and enjoy the passage of time.

Looking toward the future hundreds or thousands of years ahead. Though, I don’t know how long this body will last.

Daegon’s memory flashes. If Daegon descends, they upgrade themselves, taking advantage of better versions, deferring aging indefinitely. Using transmutation magic to transfer strength efficiently.

Come to think of it, wasn’t Choseol supposed to give birth to the next version of Daegon and be discarded? For Daegon, it was like an unexpected twist causing chaos in their organization.

But even if this body breaks, as long as there are plenty of descendants of the Harvesting System, I can reincarnate into this world through them.

With that thought in mind, I entered the room the knight guided me to.

It’s a vast space filled with people of various races—or species, according to faded memories. Technically, both Kanna and Polaris are beast-human hybrids, tiger and bear respectively, though their animal traits are minimal—just ears and tails.

Seems like offspring strictly follow the mother’s species.

Daegon’s memory flickers. Strictly speaking, if the species differ, internal connections reject each other, preventing conception.

That sounds pretty fantastical, right? But why does mixing animals follow such rules?

Ah, something about magical genes intertwining with ethereal information, projecting a singular phase through parental cell fusion?

What’s this “parental cell fusion”? Some universal rule observed across all worlds? Named after some biologist who won a prestigious award on that planet… Nah, I don’t wanna know the details.

Memories flood in like a storm. My job is to sort through and assemble the correct pieces.

And it takes forever.

Basically, even with memories, I still don’t understand what’s being said.

Anyway, such rules exist.

Passing through the diverse crowd, I arrived before King Haepion.

He greets me respectfully, a very high-level greeting meant for royalty.

Murmurs ripple through the crowd.

“Thank you for accepting my invitation. The Lord of Miracles. The Apostle of Regeneration. Bell.”

Ah.

You.

Decided to deify me openly, huh? Human.

Your words contradict the emotionless gaze you direct at me. Who provided most of the warmth I collected in the first world?

Fanatics.

So if you’re merely using me rather than worshipping, I’m fine with that.

If you genuinely worship me as a god, I might just curse you.

Sure.

Alright.

“Whoever calls, I’ll come. Just summon me. Now, who should I be shared with?”

Character-wise, stick to the essentials. Act clueless, like a puppet following orders.

Truthfully, anyone can call me.

Share me with whoever you want.

Thus, greedy humans will try to control and limit me.

And I’ll just sit back and watch as they wrestle over me.

Who’s the strongest? Who’s secretly scheming deals? Who harbors the greatest desires?

No one fears a simple tool. They fear the user. Even Yasul, with their intense caution, eventually stopped worrying about me and focused on those approaching me.

A proven hunting method.

Slowly, I lowered my fishing line back beneath the surface once more.