Wow.
It’s boring.
Hyungkeshni has been captured. People who have a grudge against her are torturing her.
I watched for a while, thinking it served her right, but after a while, the repetitive stimuli got tiresome.
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There’s something more interesting though.
Harvesters are multiplying rapidly!
It almost makes me think that a Blessing Agent is unnecessary, as people are spreading everywhere! And as Harvesters grow in number, the warmth that spreads becomes even greater!
Wow, it’s truly wonderful.
Looking at my knowledge and deducing from it, the religion itself seemed so ordinary that I was worried, but now that I think about it, in my past, I remember killing many people because of such simple religions.
During the witch hunts, the Holy God Church followers would find people and mock them, even killing them.
If someone had purple hair, discrimination would start, and that discrimination would lead to fights among people. And sometimes, just the color of their hair was enough to justify a murder.
But fundamentally, once someone becomes a Harvester, their physical abilities improve, so it’s hard to win without a blessing. The only time you can win is when the numbers are in your favor.
And when those numbers are reversed, the accumulated hatred overtakes them.
Even if they’re not from the Holy God Church, or if they don’t belong to any other religion, such things happen quite often.
Thanks to that, I was able to laugh while watching the growing warmth bit by bit.
Yes, that’s right. This is the automatic warmth collection system.
One world is gradually being colored in my image. There was something that interfered, called the Holy God, but since the big fight, I haven’t really felt any other sensations from it.
That’s the one thing I regret a little.
If something had been done, maybe I could have caught it.
But there are countless worlds, so it should work out somehow.
And then, Hyungkeshni... sigh.
It really makes me sigh.
Remember when I was about to die, and I had three people read the book? They kept it safe and eventually handed it over to the Outer God Church.
By then, more than 90% of the Harvesters were active, so everything about their movement was visible. And I also kept an eye on what would happen to that book.
As expected, the book had traps.
And then, after unraveling it, I came up with a new summoning method. Under Rebecca’s orders, I executed the summoning magic in a remote location.
But when the thread descended, it didn’t reach the ground where I was.
Like me, they concluded that, with only Hyungkeshni’s knowledge, it was impossible to summon me.
Of course, if Yasle hadn’t inherited Hyungkeshni’s knowledge, summoning me would have been impossible.
Anyone who’s not a fool would think of that much.
Still, it’s a bit disappointing.
But, that’s how it is.
So, my anger toward her has cooled down too.
I made the mistake of giving a task to someone who couldn’t do it.
Warmth?
Hmm, it’s a difficult decision. Even if Hyungkeshni had diligently written the book, it would still have been impossible to summon me.
And instead of writing the book, her request was to not take away warmth.
Since I didn’t get what I wanted, I should seek revenge.
After all, it was my fault for tormenting someone who couldn’t do it.
I’ll keep my promise.
After all, it was like a drop of water falling from the sky, but now, that warmth has become a thin stream.
It’s thinner than the thread, but it’s much better than having no warmth at all.
Since it’s her that allowed me to connect to this point, I respect that.
This way, I can be proud later. Even if I break my promise to myself, I’ll respect that I tried.
Heh.
It’s the truth, after all.
There’s no guarantee that someone like Rebecca, who can peek into my memories, will appear again. If I’m summoned again based on Yasle’s memories, the body I enter might revive too.
At that time, this memory will help.
It’s like a devil keeping its contract.
Of course, they’ll try to find a loophole in the contract and deceive me. That’s something that often comes up in stories.
I used to wonder why devils would stick to their contracts so foolishly, but once you realize that they can exploit any loophole, even the most terrifying opponent will make a deal.
I’ll manage to deceive them.
A lot of people think that way. It’s good to learn from the best.
In the meantime, the stream of warmth thickened. If I make this one world completely mine, how much warmth will I be able to keep receiving?
I’m really looking forward to it!
Now, the whole continent is filled with Harvesters. The children of the Harvesters are the prospective Harvesters. It’s a bit of a hassle to find and place them one by one, but it’s not a big deal.
I don’t even need to read the contract documents; I can just find them.
However, despite the number of people growing, I still can’t rise.
Strictly speaking, I did try to go up once.
The place where I died always has a lot of Harvesters.
But when I tried to step there, the support seemed so weak that I couldn’t go up. The glass bottle seemed like it would shatter.
So, I quickly went back down.
I don’t know what would happen if the glass bottle shattered, but warmth is coming in steadily, and there’s no need to cut open the golden goose, right?
But.
Hey.
Why is the glass bottle cracking?
It’s a glass bottle that’s so full of light that it feels like the galaxy is inside.
It’s cracking gradually as though it can’t bear the weight of what’s inside.
I’m anxiously watching, but there’s no solution. Since the light and thin threads inside are connected to me, when I tried to interfere, there was a sound of everything breaking around me, so I had to quickly run away.
And the cracking sound was eventually felt by the Harvesters too.
I know that the sound is becoming more frequent.
But the Harvesters are ignoring it.
No, don’t ignore it—find a solution!
But my wish wasn’t fulfilled.
By leaving it unattended, a massive crack formed in the sky.
I can tell right away. The glass bottle is going to break.
The first world I created with such effort is going to break.
I can only sigh as I watch it fall apart, and tears come to my eyes. Why am I so powerless?
As the world continues to split, Rebecca said something strange. She said it was time to meet the Outer God.
I didn’t know what she meant, as I didn’t plan on going up there, but she told Dakota that this was the end.
Then, the woman who had tormented Hyungkeshni for so long finally showed the expression of ‘the time has come,’ raising a sword imbued with magic that was ablaze.
And, she headed to the basement with Rebecca. There, Dakota stabbed Hyungkeshni, who had turned into a lump of flesh.
The witch died.
Then, Dakota rapidly aged and died right there.
I saw what happened, but I couldn’t understand it, so I was confused for a moment.
Then the glass bottle shattered.
Strictly speaking, there was a slight time gap, so it’s not really a cause-and-effect relationship.
When the glass bottle shattered, all the light inside fell down.
It fell to the place where I was.
It kept falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Every now and then, light would be pulled toward me like a fishing lure, but when I shook the thread still connected to the light, it would flee.
What’s this?
Are those also after warmth?
Should I hunt them later?
I’ll think about it later.
And in the end, they fell to me.
Splash!
Heh.
Hehe.
Hehehe.
What is this?
It’s heat. Amazing.
Ah, yes. It’s like a small candle, but better.
The cold, wait.
Just for a moment.
It’s not that I forgot, it’s that it’s gone.
No, no. Don’t take it away. It’s the heat I barely felt. It’s the warmth I’ve never felt in this filthy bottom of the world!
Ah.
The warmth is flowing out.
What is this cold?
What is this chill?
Why is it that only I must feel cold?
Yes?
I shrank into the darkness, clutching the faint light that was slowly shrinking inside me.
It melted and disappeared, like flour crumbling and falling apart inside me.
When I squeezed the shrunken part, there was no warmth at all.
The light I hadn’t grasped had already shriveled into darkness and was slowly disappearing inside me. There’s no nourishment in this, this trash.
I grabbed one and threw it upward.
Just when a large mass of light passed above me, I got annoyed.
I grabbed the light from the mass of light. It spun around like a fish before abruptly dropping again.
Splash.
The light returned to the ground. I don’t know what it was since it had already been licked, but faint warmth remained.
It’s not the warmth that the light had; it’s the warmth the mass of light had.
In other words, it’s somewhat warm.
Oh ho.
Is that so?
I’ll target the warmth of that later.
Anyway.
I found someone among those who sank. They had already died by the time they fell, but the corpse still had light. However, there was no warmth.
When I was first summoned, I could get both light and warmth from the dead bodies around me, but this one doesn’t have any.
I didn’t eat anyone’s light. And I didn’t steal their cold either.
Honestly, I mostly stole the heat, but I left one behind.
Before my reason took over, I instinctively pushed it away.
Isn’t that the opposite?
Gaining warmth is a perfectly rational action. Contracts, on the other hand, are instincts. Useless instincts.
Well, anyway.
I welcome the ones beneath the surface. I’ve decided not to steal their warmth.
So, how do you feel this cold?
Can you laugh?
Now then.
Do you change like me?
Do you become as miserable as me?
Wham!
The light shrank and turned to dust, disappearing.
Oh?
I thought that when I didn’t eat it and just left it alone, a monster like me would be born, but it couldn’t withstand it and just exploded. It crumbled and burst like it was in the deep sea.
Could it not endure because it was so damaged, or is it that humans just can’t withstand it?
The questions keep growing.
There’s so much to do.
How much is the right amount, whether it’s better to drop the world like this, how to use the Harvesters, and what I can do.
I’ll do it all.
After all, there’s plenty of time.
Thinking that, I looked around.
There’s nothing left beneath the surface.
Ripples form in the surface, but that’s all.
In short, this is the end. This.
I looked up at the place where the first world used to be and gave my final farewell.
Goodbye, first world.