The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 80: Why do you use a knife? (15) (Complete)

Above the surface of the water.

There is only one person here now.

First, there is a corpse, its back split open. The name of the person when they were alive was Jeonyang.

Due to the impact of the fall, their limbs were torn off, making it more accurate to refer to the body as a chunk of meat rather than a corpse.

And beside that, there stands a girl who, just moments ago, fell into the water and shattered into pieces.

It is not a height from which a living being could survive. A person falling from such a height would experience the same shock as if they had fallen onto a concrete floor.

And naturally, if the person is a young girl, her body would be crushed beyond recognition. But, as if time had been reversed, her body reassembled, returning to the form of a human.

In short, she is no longer human.

In front of the girl, and inside the chunk of meat, there is a person.

The one who had once carried the title of the Heavenly Demon barely managed to survive, thanks to the power within his body. However, his internal organs had almost entirely ruptured from the shock, and he was dying from total organ failure.

At least, for now.

He is the only one alive at this place.

His face, ruined by makeup and blood, was unrecognizable. His left arm and right leg were severed, with blood flowing freely. And blood was dripping from every hole in his body, so any observer would surely believe this person was already beyond saving.

If there were any observer.

A girl with peculiar purple hair approached Jeongha.

“The question to ask here is this: Do you want to live? If you do, would you make a contract with me?”

Innocently.

Such words turned the place into something bizarre. The girl’s playful tone in a place filled with corpses and dying people made Jeongha barely regain his senses.

Was it because he was at the boundary between life and death, or because his state was at a level that might be called 'Wonyeongi'?

Of course, this didn’t mean he had become an immortal transcendent being free from the cycle of reincarnation, as would be described in a traditional xianxia novel.

It was simply that his martial arts had passed through Taoism, which is why he used such terms.

In other words, this world is neither martial arts nor xianxia. It just happens to bear some resemblance to them. In this regard, the memories of when he was human, and the meaning he gave to them, are not reliable. The Outer God’s perspective is correct here.

However, at the very least, in the sense that he was stepping beyond the threshold of human life, it could be said that he had reached ‘Wonyeongi’ status.

So, despite losing so much blood, something caught his eye beyond the person in front of him.

It was as though the sea was spread out above the sky, upside down.

If the world was created from a singular chaos, then the sea that covers the sky above is chaos itself.

On the wall visible only to the High Priest, a divine command was inscribed.

The Three Great Heavenly Demons.

The only person who has ever conquered the Martial World.

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A martial god.

There was engraved fear of an inescapable existence and the despair of being unable to escape, no matter what.

It is known externally that the Martial God ascended, but in truth, there are only traces of a human who was defeated while resisting something unstoppable.

However, Jeongha still called out.

He had confidence.

By mastering Kyuhwa Bojeon, he believed that no one could challenge him in this world anymore.

Although his body had been twisted by Kyuhwa Bojeon, and his mind had followed suit, although the possibility that he hadn't reached full enlightenment lingered, and his desire for pure power had faded, his pride remained intact.

Thus, he believed he could somehow manage, and he called out to the ominous god.

To call the god, much was required, but this was the Heavenly Demon Church. Among the ten factions, there was an institution that gathered the secret laws of this world.

Wolgadang.

There, the methods, materials, and even ways to control the summoned god were all present.

Jeongha even brought materials that Guseongyong had prepared for his own complete transformation into the Heavenly Demon.

The materials were descendants with purple hair, like Eunjae. Eunjae, the former Heavenly Demon from the previous generation, had killed these descendants in fear when he became the High Priest, but knowing the peculiarities of the Heavenly Demon, he did not completely exterminate them.

Instead, they were cultivated to become elixirs.

Taking them, he summoned the Chaotic Believer, the energy that the Martial God feared the most.

At first, when he witnessed the world seemingly split in front of his eyes, he braced for a fierce battle. But, in reality, it was so trivial that it made him feel foolish for having prepared so intensively.

He felt no energy, no overwhelming force, just the movements of an amateur, and the only special power it possessed was the ability to give others strength.

At first, he doubted whether he was being deceived.

But when he saw that the child he had sent out with malice was being treated with care, and the cluelessness in the child’s actions, he completely dispelled his doubts.

Then he remembered the wish for warmth.

Feeling the solitude of the absolute being, Jeongha understood the Outer God. He thought so.

Of course, it was an illusion.

And now, he realized the illusion.

The chaos wearing the child’s skin was visible.

It had told him, “If you want to live, make a contract.”

The image of the child, who had been on the verge of death, suddenly recovering flashed in his mind, and Jeongha urgently shouted.

“Please, please make a contract with Jeonyang, with Jeonyang!”

But the Outer God rejected his desperate cry.

“I cannot. As I said before, it seems you cannot remember, so let me explain. First reason: A person who has already made a contract cannot make another contract.”

The Outer God approached the collapsed Jeongha, squatted down to meet his gaze, and raised one finger.

“And second: Jeonyang no longer has warmth.”

Then the second finger was raised.

Jeongha understood, as he had misunderstood before, but now he fully grasped the meaning. Jeonyang was dead.

“No, but... is it still warm like this?”

The Outer God, without expression, reached out and touched Jeongha’s cheek.

“This is the body temperature of a human.”

Jeongha knew. His body was in such a state that he felt a burning sensation as if his body was on fire, yet the corpse he was holding was already cold.

It wasn't ice-cold, but the warmth had been drained enough to distinguish between the warmth of the living and the dead.

While Jeongha was unwillingly coming to terms with this cold reality, the Outer God asked him.

“Will you make a contract?”

With his already blurry vision, Jeongha couldn’t see the Outer God’s expression. But, because he was dying, his awakened spiritual sense clearly revealed what was inside the girl’s body.

He had to understand why the Martial God left such despairing scars underground.

Chaos now looked down at him in this place.

“Now? Jeonyang is already dead.”

Jeonyang’s last words from the fall lingered in Jeongha’s ears.

“If you don’t want to, then I can’t do anything about it. I don’t force anyone. I just wish for humanity to do as it pleases.”

The Outer God’s hand withdrew from Jeongha’s cheek.

Jeongha felt incredibly sleepy. Could he follow Jeonyang to the other side if he closed his eyes now?

Thinking that, he turned his gaze away from the cold appearance of the Outer God.

No, he tried to turn away.

Splash!

Then, someone landing in the water made a sound that hit Jeongha’s ears.

Through his blurry eyes, he looked in that direction.

It was Guseongyong.

“You fool! You’ve broken the taboo! To call the one who made the Martial God meet such a miserable end to this world! Do you think with that, you can become the Heavenly Demon, a mere monstrosity like you!”

As he extended his sword, a great force stirred the water.

Thus, Jeonyang’s body, half-submerged in the water, was swept away by the current.

To Jeongha, it seemed as if the body was being separated from him and Jeonyang.

A murderous intent flared in his eyes.

Illogical hatred filled his chest.

After assessing Jeongha’s condition and determining that he was essentially dead, Guseongyong aimed his sword at the purple-haired girl.

Guseongyong was assumed to know the information about something seen at the very end of the Martial God’s teachings.

Something that caused the Martial God to be broken by fear and despair.

He had personally checked the Martial God’s dwelling. If the girl before him was the same being the Martial God had seen, then the greatest threat was now before him.

And on top of that, she had the same face as Eunjae’s kin, whom he had killed before.

He was sure that the one before him, despite possibly not being chaos itself, would resent him. His experiences had led him to this conclusion, even if he hadn't realized it consciously.

In the Heavenly Demon Church, others were either enemies or subordinates.

But in reality, it was the opposite.

The girl, once a newborn, had already begun to be processed as material for a ritual. So she knew nothing about the world and didn’t even have a proper personality.

Rebecca still had personality in her body, but even Guseongyong, seeing her, would not have felt anything.

For the Outer God, who had been watching the situation unfold through the Harvesters, Guseongyong was just another person.

No, in this situation, he was a gift.

“I’ll make the contract.”

Jeongha, with a voice full of hatred, glared at Guseongyong and spoke.

A faint smile appeared at the corners of the Outer God’s lips.

“I’ll offer myself to you. But when everything is finished, you’ll receive everything you have.”

At first, it was a powerless statement. But after repeating it countless times—dozens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of times—the words gained strength.

“Fine.”

The contract between the Outer God and Guseongyong, the two individuals, twisted the world. Guseongyong, unable to break the laws of the world, had no power to intervene.

Thud.

His skin hardened like porcelain. His entire body transformed, becoming like porcelain. And from the center of his chest, a bluish arm that looked inhuman shot out.

Crack.

It was like a bird breaking free from its shell, and a woman with blue skin appeared, breaking through Jeongha’s body, which didn’t fit her size.

Then she opened her eyes.

Her whites were dyed black, and her pupils shone brightly.

No matter how much she didn’t look human, she was so beautiful that one couldn’t tear their eyes away.

She moved her naked body a few times before bending down to pick up Jeonyang’s sword, which was stuck beside the corpse. But the sword snapped with a sharp sound.

Without a care, she pointed the broken sword at Guseongyong.

And the next moment.

Without any warning, a purple flash melted everything in front of her and pierced through the space.

After that, only a lower half of a body remained, without an upper torso.

The sword, now glowing red, melted away.

Seeing this, the Outer God asked.

“Why use a sword?”

The one who had once been him answered.

“A woman can’t hit with her bare hands, can she?”

The Heavenly Demon had returned.