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Chapter 66

In the blink of an eye, the biggest harvest area just vanished.

There are still 117 entities, but there’s only one in each world.

At first, I was gonna say “people,” but there’s this whale-like creature and a squid-like one, so using the term “individual” feels kinda off.

Anyway…

We thoroughly shook down the memories obtained after consuming an entire world.

It took quite some time though.

At the peak of the first world when the harvesting systems were most abundant, I could see all the harvesters at once. So it’s strange that it took this long with their numbers increasing.

Let’s make an assumption then.

First, the simplest assumption:

There were simply too many. Every single living thing had fallen to the bottom.

If you don’t know, let’s categorize them first.

Insects emit light but no warmth. Stones also glow faintly. But when glass breaks, it seems like nearly all material traces vanish?

But if they’re smaller than what human eyes can see, they seem not to emit light. If they did, humans would be sparkling brightly. Meaning single-celled organisms or bacteria don’t emit light.

The presence of a nervous system might be the condition, but let’s assume for now.

And as for animals, light is standard. But warmth varies depending on the animal.

Small animals sometimes have big lights and lots of warmth, while large ones may have small lights and little warmth.

When classifying animals, those who appear intelligent tend to have more warmth.

Of course, individuals vary wildly, but on average, humans have the most warmth. They have both high lows and high peaks.

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

According to the faded man’s memories, these are somewhat similar to yokai?

But they can’t reproduce with their original species or bear children. And they don’t necessarily need to eat humans to survive either.

Of course, there are exceptions—some even marry or mate with other races or humans.

Looking at the amount of warmth alone, they exceed ordinary humans by tenfold. In other words, the warmth of ten regular people praying together could match theirs.

Hmm… but since too many harvesters cause the glass bottle to break, should we focus on these types?

Let’s put them on the harvester candidate list.

I considered using the contract document terminology created by the Outsider Church, but if it expands uncontrollably again like last time and the world collapses…

If it collapses, heheh.

No, no.

Hmm…

Honestly, it was incredible.

But… No, it’s too tempting.

What should I do?

Still, I must forget. You know that method won’t yield much.

Think about the games the faded man often played. A folk game so popular that many people participated, yet forgotten almost instantly.

There’s a population cap in that game—a limit on how many people one can rule.

That’s what we need.

Cheap and expendable ones versus strong but costly ones.

We shouldn’t create a universal religion like Rebecca tried. It needs to be more secretive and sinister—a secret society.

That works better.

Even in the first world, there were secret societies. The remnants of the Seongsin Church were running around actively, gathering data on summoning magic experiments secretly conducted by Rebecca, preparing to bring down the Outsider Church.

Now it’s too late, though.

Surprisingly, there were a lot of secret societies.

Though there’s no global organization, at least on a village or city level, there are quite a few.

Some are vigilante groups too.

But this requires either climbing higher first or waiting until the population grows.

Currently, there’s only one way to influence other worlds.

Occasionally, someone falls all the way to the ocean floor. We grab them and turn them into harvesters. Now we can convert them without any explosions.

They gain power and sometimes special abilities, which they use to change their lives.

But those who’ve experienced the depths only use methods from the depths.

It’s a limiting factor. Violence is powerful, but without wisdom, you can’t go far. Those who’ve endured excessively horrific events find it hard to accept others.

So they end up isolated and collapse alone.

Becoming a harvester doesn’t make you a perfect superhuman.

Even with wisdom to overcome that, unfortunately, no one has managed to start a family.

My current abilities aren’t organically connected. It’d be nice if becoming a harvester automatically set up an environment where they could immediately call me.

At the very least, it’d be good to have a feature that increases harvesters.

Difficult.

Deeply despairing beings—no, intelligent entities can become harvesters.

After about ten years of implanting Yashle’s memories, they can summon me. Reading the contract while thinking of me creates a harvester.

Maybe compromise is necessary.

Or order.

Number one is fixed.

Turn those near the surface into harvesters. That’s the first step.

Next, regulation would be ideal.

Instead of directly implanting Yashle’s memories, having them recite the contract might be better?

Technically speaking, this makes them a blessing proxy.

By embedding advertisements saying reading this text grants blessings, I can send the contract straight to the harvester’s mind.

Let’s increase the number of harvesters first.

Waiting for light to fall near the surface takes too long.

Besides, there’s plenty to experiment with even if I ascend. More attempts mean more knowledge.

But rather than being greedy, let’s build step by step.

We’ve done well so far, haven’t we?

So that’s what I did.

Although many memories remain unprocessed, they’ll resolve gradually over time.

There are countless life forms. Though microorganisms lack warmth and seem useless, they provide insight into worlds on the brink of destruction, so I can’t discard them yet.

Since multitasking is possible, I’ll analyze them slowly.

I looked upward.

Light floats in the sky.

Once, I thought the light was sparse because I saw moving lights nearby.

But now I know.

This sky is literally a night sky. There’s a universe above.

Countless stars gather into galaxies, galaxies into clusters, and clusters into superclusters—all filled with infinite lights.

The difference from the night sky seen from a planet is this:

It’s a flat universe here.

Some might freak out, but it’s true.

I stretch infinitely. I don’t even know if I have an end.

Because there’s nothing beside me. All the lights are on me. I once wondered if I was a sphere, but after raising my arm upward, I realized I’m not.

I saw arms extending upward in every direction.

There’s no curvature at all.

Is death even possible?

I casually throw this question to the faded man lurking in the corner of my mind and ponder how to obtain warmth.

I’ll insert advertisements and distribute the contract.

Since connections will translate thoughts into respective languages, translation isn’t necessary.

Hmm…

Uh…

It’s not increasing no matter how long I wait.

Someone definitely spoke. They clearly recited the contract.

But it failed. Even though it wasn’t a harvester doing the reciting, it still failed.

What’s going on? Is there some condition?

For example, do I need to have visited that world once?

Failures keep happening.

Do I have to wait another endless age?

Should I rely on someone like Yashle or Thungkesuni randomly picking me? How many attempts would that take?

How long do I have to wait?

If I divide time infinitely, I’ll eventually ascend, right?

But does that mean I should wait that long?

How?

When the heat in my mind is still so vivid?

Tinkle.

Huh?

A thread descended. It wasn’t sent by a harvester. Unlike Yashle’s or Thungkesuni’s fishing lines or magic.

But before I could think, I grabbed it.

You can’t miss an opportunity when it comes.

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

The strip pulled me upward.

Upward. Upward. Upward again.

Glass bottles disconnected from me flashed past my sight, and I entered one.

Then I opened my eyes.

Actually, just one eye. Because the other was missing.

My body was twisted and bound tightly with countless wet cloths that obstructed my breathing. Through the layers of damp fabric, muffled sounds reached me.

“Purple Light Fanatic Four Seasons Chaos.”

They called me that. Another cult, huh? Other murmurs sounded unfamiliar to this body.

I tried lifting my arm but was blocked by the soaked cloth. Are they even there? My fingers or toes? Trying to wiggle them proved futile due to the tight bindings. Someone tied me up obsessively.

Most annoyingly, I couldn’t breathe. Time to completely redesign this body again.

Crack.

I’m taller than Rebecca Rolfe but otherwise resemble a woman with a mostly uniform body. Originally, I had black hair and slightly yellowish skin, but now I have purple hair and pale white skin.

As cracks spread around me, the wet cloths got sucked into them. With a creaking sound, even the pillar binding me was devoured.

Worried this world would crumble like last time, I stopped manifesting things from my imagination.

I looked ahead.

Wait, why can I only see one side?

Ah, no eyeball yet?

Something’s blocking it. Claiming ownership. I crushed it and restored my eyeball.

Then I greeted the people around me with both eyes open.

“Hello.”

The people nearby bowed to me, calling me the Purple Light Fanatic Four Seasons Chaos. This body seems to be another victim.

Heheh.

Still, I’ve returned to the world.


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The Outer God Needs Warmth

The Outer God Needs Warmth

OGNW, 외신은 온기가 필요해요
Score 9
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2024 Native Language: Korean
This is the story of how I became an outer god.

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