The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 112: Climb the highest (12)

Sooga raised her sword and stepped forward.

She lifted her sword toward the group of disciples of the immortals, intending to protect me.

I’ve said it several times, but I am a monster.

I’ve deliberately shown that I am a monster many times.

And I’ve also made it clear that this body is merely a vessel, many times over.

So, if I told her to run, she should run. Why is she advancing toward the enemy?

Sooga is not strong enough to fight on equal footing with the Heavenly Demon.

She likely won’t even reach the level of Omyoungseong, let alone the Heavenly Demon or the sect leaders.

So, running away is the right choice.

I grabbed the metal spear lodged in my body. I slowly forced the reality to subside. To regain a clean body.

The spear inside my body quickly transformed into a violet hue.

The sensation is different.

Normally, there is no resistance, but this time it feels like something soft is in my fingertips before it suddenly bursts.

Pfft.

It cracked deeply. Cracks spread in all directions from where I stood. It was like a bullet had pierced through bulletproof glass, cracking the surface in all directions, but except for the hole, the rest remained unbroken.

In other words, a hole has formed.

Inside it is a pitch-black void. When I placed my hand on it, it felt like a mirage, passing through emptily.

Well, when it first appeared, it spread from me, so if something had happened, Choseol’s body would’ve been affected somehow.

I started walking forward.

Sooga is already ahead of me.

She’s probably stepped forward to prevent me from being attacked.

From Sooga’s perspective, she’s rushing forward with her sword raised, silently.

When the person aiming the Sealing Needle pulled the trigger, the Sealing Needle shot out rapidly.

Clang!

Right in front of Sooga.

About three seconds later, I heard a sound in my ears.

Sooga’s eyes tracked every Sealing Needle that came flying at her, deflecting them one by one. Since the weapon requires reloading, the moment they fired was the last opportunity for those using the Sealing Needle.

Sooga looked at the nearest person and raised her sword.

Then, she casually swung the sword.

Blood splattered, and warmth immediately flowed into me.

Sooga has no hesitation when it comes to killing.

But that’s not strange at all.

Because she’s already killed. When Sooga entered the Heavenly Demon Church, she underwent the dark practices it initiated.

Binding a crying child in the middle of an open space and forcing one by one to hit them with stones. And if the child with the stone refused, the next child would be bound instead.

To survive, the children had no choice but to throw the stones. And this would continue until the child died.

From that point on, the number of children who would resist drastically decreases. They’ve helped kill, so they can feel it deeply.

But what happens if someone explodes with emotion and resists?

The next sacrifice is made.

In this way, children raised in the Heavenly Demon Church are thoroughly trained from a young age to easily kill people.

If you look closely, it’s a method to train people to act like beasts.

And this was an instruction from Daegon when the Heavenly Demon Church was still new, in exchange for treasures and food.

In other words, there is a dark malice from a civilization advanced enough to dominate one world and attack others.

It works.

Without hesitation, Sooga immediately cuts down the next person.

But the first two people she killed were all Sooga had accomplished.

When she tried to swing her sword at the next target, the sword was instantly cut in half. Even the violet mist from the sword was cut along with it.

The faint heat left in the wake of the red light showed how powerful the opponent’s weapon was.

Sooga turned her gaze, and standing there was a man with the Sealing Needle, along with another man dressed differently, watching Sooga.

Sooga’s eyes turned toward the red lightsaber in his hand, and slowly, her gaze ascended toward the man.

“Wow, did that cruel immortal corrupt even this child with evil sorcery?”

He looked at Sooga with pity.

“Who’s the cruel immortal? Why, suddenly target Choseol?”

Sooga asked him in a low voice, one she had never used before. He took something like a cigarette from his pocket and lit the tip of it with the red lightsaber.

Normally, it would need constant oxygen to keep burning, but the heat must have been immense, as it immediately ignited with just a slight touch to the end.

He took a puff and pointed his lightsaber toward me, now charging toward me.

“Look at what that evil immortal did to you.”

Sooga flared up.

“What? Is it the purple hair? Or is it the white skin? Choseol gave me a blessing, and I’ve returned from a completely messed-up body to what it originally was. No, it’s even better now.”

But he continued to look down on Sooga with a pitiful expression.

“That bastard immortal calls that a blessing? Yeah, it may look good. Because it’s the last spark you’ve gained by selling all your potential.”

I too realized something was being said. The identity of the Harvesters. Why they get so powerful. Seeing the strangely confident expression on his face, he clearly believes what he’s saying.

“My potential?”

Sooga also asked him, her sword raised.

“Souls reincarnate in the world. Every life dies and is born again, becoming a better existence. In the end, there’s ascension. Ascension means escaping the cycle of life and death and becoming an immortal. But after this life ends, you’ll be born again as a lowly worm, dying and being reborn forever, unable to ascend again. You’ve used up all your potential.”

Sooga blinked.

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“Is reincarnation really a thing?”

I had spoken about it before, so Sooga quickly understood. The man in front of her looked surprised.

“You know about it? Yes, reincarnation exists. People find the opportunity to refine their souls with each rebirth. But you, that’s impossible. That evil god has stolen every bit of potential you’ll ever have, and what’s left is what you are now.”

The words made me question as I reviewed the memories of the disciples of immortals or Taoists that I had just absorbed.

Why is it that I’m contained like this?

Sooga still has warmth inside her.

I’m simply contained within that warmth. If it were true that my potential had been stolen, it doesn’t make sense. Because Sooga still holds potential.

Nothing has been taken, so why is it being said that it’s gone?

Is he really sure about this?

While they spoke, I managed to reach Sooga’s side.

“Is it true?”

As soon as I arrived, Sooga asked me.

She asked me as if it were obvious that I knew. Although the distance was quite large, so it should have been difficult for her to hear.

Maybe, she realized I had been watching through their eyes somehow.

But now is not the time to worry about that, so I decided to let it slide.

At least, I decided to only speak the truth.

“I don’t know.”

As soon as I answered, the man beside me swung his hand, knocking away the person with the Sealing Needle and raising the red lightsaber toward me.

“The monster who deceived even children has arrived. Let’s see what lies that fox demon of myth will spin with her deceitful tongue.”

The disciple of the immortal, or Taoist, named Hwangbocheon, had an unusual name. In this country, it’s rare for a surname to be a compound one, and here it’s Hwangbo, with the name being Cheon.

“I’ve shared myself with the one I made a contract with. Every living being holds light. I contain myself in that light. As long as they’re alive, I won’t take anything from the one I made the contract with.”

But before I could finish, he laughed mockingly.

“Funny. You didn’t know what happens when you stick your filthy essence into someone?”

“When you heal the wounds, they get stronger.”

He continued to laugh at me and slowly changed his expression.

It wasn’t the look of someone looking at a liar. It was a look of disgust, as if looking at something repulsive.

“You didn’t know what you were doing to them?”

“Isn’t it making them better?”

At least, that’s what I thought until that moment.

When he became enraged, Sooga quickly rushed forward and held her broken sword out toward Hwangbocheon.

“Were you so ignorant that you could commit such evil acts without hesitation? You say the power isn’t in the soul but in you? You used it all freely? You’ve distorted their souls, draining everything they’ve built over time.”

But Hwangbocheon didn’t immediately swing his sword. Instead, he turned to accuse me.

“And after draining everything, their souls will shatter and scatter into fragments.”

“But it’s the same if you die. What’s wrong with choosing to restart like this instead of living a horrible life right now?”

Sooga spat out.

Hwangbocheon looked at her with pity. This person consistently sympathized with Sooga. It was the gaze of someone seeing a victim of a cruel immortal.

Looking at the story up to now, he would likely be a good person.

“If that happens, you won’t be born properly. You’ll be born as a lowly insect, repeating a life of endless suffering. Even the larger pieces, you won’t escape the endless wandering of this world until you’re completely scattered.”

If you fall to the place I’m at, you’ll just melt away and disappear. If you bring the light, though, that will happen.

But I leave the light as it is. The warmth is enough for me.

But I understood now.

So that’s how it works.

Even in Daegon’s knowledge, there are similar aspects. Some knowledge of soul engineering.

“To live one life and then suffer until your soul is completely exhausted. That’s what you’ll endure.”

Hwangbocheon pitied Sooga while still growing angry at me.

“That’s because of an evil monster who doesn’t even realize they’re evil.”

That’s wrong.

I know I’m evil. Though I wouldn’t have said it out loud.

Hwangbocheon raised his hand.

And then the people around him aimed the Sealing Needles at Sooga and me, and Sooga was very tense.

Then he spoke.

“I’ll burn you completely so that kind of horrifying pain doesn’t exist.”

Ah, so that’s why Jungjaewoo and Byeongil were thrown into strange flames.

The flames that burn even the light.

And some of that flame is now in Hwangbocheon’s hand.

So, they’ve really come to catch me.

So, I stepped forward, grabbed Sooga’s shoulder, and spoke.

“Alright. I’ll die. But please, let these children live.”

Let’s invest in the future.

In my faded memory, the man laughs loudly.

Loudly.