The Outer God Needs Warmth

I tried to dissolve the poison in my own way, but there aren’t any significant changes in Ansellus Kingdom.

It seems like everything isn’t going as I expected.

Well, if it was, then I would be a god, right?

At least it’s fortunate that people with purple hair, including the Ansellus royal family, aren’t discriminated against.

So, as long as nothing major happens, all the harvesters in Ansellus Kingdom will survive.

Alright. This turned out as expected.

Now, if I drag my feet, it’s in my favor.

People blessed by me.

No, since I’m the only one in this world, let’s call it the harvesting period.

Harvesters have a biological advantage over relatively normal people.

First of all, accepting me and having the light dyed black not only restores their bodies but also enhances their physical abilities.

It’s not just about being stronger and faster; it means they become smarter too. I don’t know why just sharing myself results in such effects, but if I can use it, I better take advantage of it.

So, as the harvesters rise, they’ll spread more and further.

Especially since many in the first world start from a position above the ground, rather than falling to the bottom. They’ll spread even further.

Just like Tisah’s offspring.

As the offspring of harvesters increase, there will be another chance to rise again.

Maybe by then, I can catch the witch who tricked me and ran away.

But hunting witches is just a secondary goal.

I’m really angry about being deceived and left, but when I ask myself if I must catch her to achieve my goal, well, who knows.

Yasle’s skills are already sufficient.

No, actually, they’re not quite enough.

The problem is that Yasle’s memories are too large.

Still, I can’t use Hyungkesuni’s skills.

Even if I eliminate just the trap part, it might not be possible to call me with only the skills Hyungkesuni knows.

Analyzing the traps Hyungkesuni set, they throw a fishing line down, pull a monster into a human body, and then turn it into solid stone.

If that’s the plan for sealing, I must enter that human body.

But the fishing line hasn’t fallen to the ground where I am.

Number 10. The fact that it never touched the ground during all those attempts suggests that the summoner isn’t the problem; it’s likely that the technique is flawed.

Hyungkesuni’s traps simply can’t catch me.

Seriously, what is this kid doing?

They seem to have lived a long life, but they’re so clumsy.

Well, if you look for information regarding the witch of joy, they all appear only in trivial folktales or reports of damage.

They don’t create major disasters.

So maybe that’s why they’ve survived.

Anyway, this witch just angers me the more I think about her, so I’ll ignore her and think about something else.

Right now, I’ve reverted all the information in my mind back to Yasle’s knowledge.

But it seems like the capacity here is too large.

If it were a book, I could roughly comprehend it all in about three years, but Yasle’s knowledge takes a minimum of ten. Maybe that’s why many die before finishing sending the knowledge.

Even if they can adjust the time, that person must absorb it over a long period.

Otherwise, their brain might melt and turn to mush.

Even if they spend such a long time sending it, problems arise again.

Hyungkesuni’s book didn’t have this issue, but giving Yasle’s memories makes them use spells.

And most common problems can be solved that way.

If they’re resolved?

Then there’s no need to call me.

So they’ll eat well, live well, and reproduce well…

If only that would lay a foundation for me to rise later, but reality is never that easy.

Fundamentally, the magic entwined with summoning magic is cruelly wicked, so the harvesting period ends up meeting a tragic fate.

Just when it seems like they’re rising, they suddenly drop down, riding a roller coaster to the bottom. If this were stocks, all items would be drenched in bright blue. Red means profit, blue means loss.

Moreover, since there’s an option that says they take what’s left when it’s all over, I can’t even sell it when it’s red.

So when a harvester’s life turns blue,

In other words, when their life starts to fall apart,

I wonder if they’ll frantically call me back, but at the point when the harvester’s life flips from climbing to descending, they’ve already become a monstrous criminal, essentially a serial murderer.

That’s the life of someone being hunted.

It’s really hard to use summoning magic, which requires at least dozens of sacrifices.

But as I look a bit further, I see that the materials for summoning me can’t just be any random person; they need to be chosen.

Especially the one who will be my vessel is a very rare material. Rebecca Rolfe was also a sacrifice that Yasle searched for for quite some time.

Following the magic to find that sacrifice connects back to memories from when I was in Yeongyang Church Nation. It’s highly likely it’s not originally a spell for finding sacrifices, but something for finding people needed in Yeongyang Church Nation.

There was no culture of offering sacrifices in Yeongyang Church Nation.

I can’t be certain since I’m just guessing based on watching foreign films, but that means it’s probably not a sacrifice.

Moreover, most of the people found show scenes of receiving advanced education in Yeongyang Church Nation, indicating they likely possess some spiritual abilities.

Then, Rebecca Rolfe is likely one of them.

Could she be someone like a shaman?

Maybe that’s why, even excluding the first world, there are currently 281 active harvesters, but only 3 of them are trying.

By the way, those 281 people are living in completely different worlds.

It’s not that there’s only one world existing between the Middle Ages and Modern periods based on faded men. There are also completely different names, like martial arts worlds.

Of course, there are modern worlds and futuristic ones too.

But the further into the future, the more I frequently see people satisfying their desires through watching adult content, which feels a bit off.

Anyway, some are engaging in that in virtual reality, while humanity is being raised by machines, reminiscent of some films.

The back end was when I woke up from a liquid-filled container immediately after receiving my blessing. And then I was burnt to a crisp by a beam shot from a management machine.

It’s like some malignant transformation, right?

Well, if a coffin and chip embedded in my head are knocked out, that’s bound to happen.

In another future world, something similar happened. It’s a place where people prove their identity with implants.

When someone became a harvester, their implanted chip shattered, and suddenly their identity disappeared. They ended up in a situation like an illegal immigrant and were dragged off to a detention camp.

Am I just incompatible with an advanced world?

That would be troublesome.

Fortunately, among the 281 worlds, only five are futuristic ones.

I can definitely get what I need from the others.

As I watch the flow of the worlds, I confirm my objectives.

First, the most important goal:

Gaining Warmth.

And the main objective for it:

Establishing an automatic harvesting system for Warmth.

I see a future where this can be partially realized.

I’ve created harvesters to gather Warmth on my behalf. If they kill someone, the Warmth of the dead flows into me.

Based on this, I’ve planned to spread harvesters across countless worlds to gain Warmth.

However, there’s a limit to numbers. Even if I really become a blessing wrapper and start producing harvesters, if the population exceeds a certain number, the production can’t keep up.

Fortunately, I’ve discovered that this can be passed down through bloodlines this time. I may not be inside them, but the contract is already completed.

So if I find them and push myself in, there’s no need for a separate contract; it’s over!

And in places where there are many such descendants, I can go to that world without any special body. I still need to figure out if this is guaranteed or if there are conditions, but I’ll take it one step at a time.

Even if I can’t rise, harvesters will automatically multiply.

But I feel a bit uneasy about this, so I want to create a representative to make harvesters instead. I blessed hundreds in the first world, but I only managed to get one?

The yield is a problem. The yield.

However, I still can’t figure out how to create a blessing representative.

I need a breakthrough.

I’m debating whether I should just slide in some kind of startup lecture for cults that monkeys could manage once the summoning method is on track.

Since Yasle is here, it seems I can just piece together what he did when he formed Future Hope Church.

Seeing this, it really proves that long patience pays off.

Yasle’s memories are truly a treasure trove.

That’s why witches must be avoided.

Let me summarize:

Need improvement in summoning methods.

Check the possibility of blessing representatives.

Bother the witches.

I hope I can manage the last one.

Huh?

I was observing harvesters who temporarily rose then fell like ghosts, spitting out Warmth and disappearing, when a huge event occurred in the first world.

A famine has struck the entire continent.

From a human’s perspective, I didn’t feel it much.

Just a few harvesters were getting killed or suddenly attacking people who looked like farmers, yet the king explained in a meeting that it’s already the second year of famine.

And apparently, it’s the same across all nations.

They are releasing stored grains and trying to assist, but that doesn’t seem simple.

The noble who has become a harvester is a fairly high-ranking noble, yet they are only eating one meal a day.

I don’t know if a mini ice age has come here or if a volcano erupted somewhere, but it’s a severe famine.

I think, hope this doesn’t significantly reduce the number of harvesters, while I keep watching, but a strange flow has emerged.

They’re shouting this word:

Outsider.

Yes.

Someone who believes in me has appeared. I thought nobody would believe in a dead god, but it seems people think otherwise.

On the contrary, they’re claiming that our god killed the Outsider, causing this, bringing up the events of over four years ago.

Ah, right. It’s been about four years since I was hit by the light of the Holy God and evaporated in the first world.

Typically, such riots would be directed toward the king in the capital, but this time, the arrows were aimed at the Seongsin Church. In fact, a priest of Seongsin Church was murdered.

And that’s in Ansellus Kingdom.

The logic presented by the new group was severe.

They claimed the famine occurred because the Holy God killed the Outsider.

If not, is the Holy God trying to kill us?

Has the god abandoned us?

Among them, some pro-Seongsin people tried to incite that I cursed them when I died, but unfortunately, that didn’t work.

Too many people saw me die.

And the fact that I was the god who gave strength to those in despair was genuinely important.

There’s no way our god, who would gather all those abandoned by the Seongsin Church, would abandon us.

The first world has a worldview similar to early modern Europe. Hence, the priest was in a high social class. The poor couldn’t even dare to look at them.

Everyone knows which side is more persuasive without needing to say it.

I had thought of a separation between religion and politics, but looking at that, primitive beliefs are turning back into religions.

I focused more on the first world.

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