The Outer God Needs Warmth

But Hwangbo Cheon is pointing at me with a bright red lightsaber.

My actions spoke louder than words, making it clear my words weren’t worth listening to.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Because it’s tough for a good person to just leave someone who sees a bleak future just by being alive, right?

According to them, it’s better to completely annihilate someone who will be endlessly unhappy rather than watch them suffer forever.

I’m still thinking rationally.

Then shall we crush that rational part?

I forced reality down.

Ka-deuk!

Immediately, a thin crack formed around me. It slowly creaked like a heavy object placed on a glass plate.

The reality I was imposing screamed as the glass jar couldn’t withstand it.

Pa-deuk!

The cracks began to grow larger.

I turned reality upside down as I wished. How fragile the world is with just that. Or perhaps it’s simply that I’m too heavy, and it breaks regardless of my efforts to change it.

I still don’t know what the truth is.

I realized the light was a soul and heard thoughts on how the Harvesting Period is created.

However, parts of it don’t match the actual facts.

So, let’s just ignore that for now.

I deliberately walked slowly.

With such an obvious threat, the enemies must be aiming for me.

Not Soo-oh.

Kaching, kaching, kaching.

As cracks spread around me, the expressions of those watching, who claim to be disciples of the Immortal, gradually filled with fear.

The muzzles of the sealing needles, which were aimed at Soo-oh, slowly turned towards me one by one.

Exactly.

No matter where you look, the more dangerous one is me, not Soo-oh.

I approached Hwangbo Cheon, whose height is similar to mine, and raised my hand…

“Waaaaah!”

At that moment, the nearby Taoist, unable to overcome his fear, pulled the trigger.

Ka-ang!

Quaddeuk!

But immediately, it was as if the crack in the glass shattered, creating a void where nothing was visible.

Why?

A purple sword from Soo-oh extended to my side and deflected the sealing needles.

At the same time, sealing needles from all directions shot toward me and Soo-oh, and Soo-oh deflected them one by one while watching.

But there were too many, too close, and the sword was cut in half, making it too short.

Faster than I could open my mouth, Soo-oh did her best.

Soo-oh succeeded.

She deflected all the sealing needles that could reach me.

And Soo-oh failed.

She failed at everything.

Originally, I was twisting reality to prevent Soo-oh from getting hit by a blind metal skewer.

I had planned to drain warmth from those hit by the sealing needles and create monsters.

And above all, the strongest person at this moment is not Hwangbo Cheon. It’s a man named Cheongdojin, who is observing from a distance.

When deciphering the two hazy memories, it seems he is Hwangbo Cheon’s superior, but I don’t know if he’s a Taoist or an Immortal.

But at least, judging by his dim light compared to Daegon, he’s probably a Taoist.

So, I wanted to watch how he would respond.

Oh.

Yeah.

Soo-oh failed to protect her life.

“I really didn’t listen to you. If I had known this would happen, I should have just ordered like a parent, and you would listen.”

Sealing needles were lodged in my arms and legs, or passed through my flesh, and not a single part of my skin was uninjured, with five needles crushing my vital organs.

“Hehe, sorry.”

I avoided instant death, but there’s no chance of survival.

Restoring my body after holding me is only possible once. I don’t understand the principle in the first place.

If I forcibly hold onto it, the only future is one where I burst. It was always like that when I couldn’t control the quantity.

I only know that if I was held by the white light, I would be reborn in a healthy state.

“But, Choseol is family, so…”

Fumbling. As if there were things I couldn’t say now, Soo-oh forced her mouth open.

“The only person who made me happy.”

But weren’t you happy when you were with your real family? That question rose to my chin, but strangely, it was blocked by memories of people I had gained not long ago, not faded memories.

Soo-oh smiled with a bloodied face.

“I did what I wanted. All. Did it. It’s frustrating that I can’t win. Yes. At that time, there wouldn’t be anything strange if I died there, right? Choseol, ma’am.”

At that moment, she must be talking about when her whole body was swollen and dying.

Why is she gradually shifting to honorifics?

Can’t she just talk casually like usual? Isn’t it harder to speak at length?

“So…”

Soo-oh’s expression changed.

It was a look I had never seen before.

But I know what kind of person has that kind of face and what they feel.

Pajik.

Blackish-purple electricity flowed along the sealing needle stuck in her body.

“This is nonsense! Even a single one of these would make it hard for even an Immortal to use their power!”

“What the heck is this immense energy! Is this something a child can have?”

“What kind of reverse Heavenly Demon technique is this powerful?”

“Everyone! Come behind me!”

Like wind blowing outward from Soo-oh, people rolled away outside.

Now even Hwangbo Cheon, who had been dominant until now, gritted his teeth and aimed his bright red lightsaber at Soo-oh.

But it’s as if a huge wave is pouring toward him, slowly pushing him outward.

Jjeojik.

Along with that, the cracks in the air matched, causing cracks in Soo-oh’s body. Thus, she easily pulled her body free from the sealing needles and raised her sword above her head.

“I hope everyone I meet from now on treats me like this.”

With a look of determination.

“We’re good enough with that.”

Soo-oh gazed ahead and slowly recited a spell.

“Please. Please. Let me live.”

It’s a wish I can’t grant. I’m neither an Immortal nor a deity.

“Please. Please. And may all the happiness I have obtained return to you, the nameless one.”

Who asks the one they’re wishing for to speak about their happiness?

Yet the words didn’t come out.

There was no time to speak those words.

Next, there wasn’t even time to allow the air to resonate and reach the other party.

Soo-oh’s Divine Art Choseol.

I heard six words.

This isn’t something I alone could hear.

Soo-oh swung her sword from above downward, and suddenly a huge valley emerged as if drawn with a ruler.

A remarkably cold chill filled the valley, and the season for snow had already passed.

The season for blooming flowers has already arrived.

Snowflakes fell from the sky.

All who could perform martial arts sparkled with admiration. Of course, Eun-jae and everyone else were in awe.

Infinite warmth surged up.

Heat brushed past me.

The heat wasn’t gained from the warmth of the light. It was physical heat.

Severed arms and a burning sword spun through the air, brushing against my cheek and falling to the ground. It was Hwangbo Cheon’s final attack, but it failed.

There was nothing in front of where Soo-oh had been.

Just a vast valley, and the surviving Taoists were frozen solid.

I can’t tell if they froze in fear or because it was really cold.

“You should have just run away.”

I spoke while rolling warmth.

“You could’ve drained their warmth, perhaps took their memories, and found a way to handle it so we could meet again nicely, right?”

Why do they disappear without being told to do anything?

I’m regretting the time I wasted.

They threw away their lives meaninglessly.

In three years, I would have left, but if they wished for it, it would have been okay to follow. After all, I had no intention of oppressing Soo-oh.

I should have rather oppressed her.

Had I done that, I wouldn’t need to feel this way.

With both sorrow and anger, those feelings instantly froze and shattered, leaving only the desire for warmth behind.

Warmth quickly dissipated, and the light that contained it crumbled to black, scattering into dust. I can’t catch the dust that scatters to me.

How wonderful it would be if I were a truly transcendental being like the outsider in faded memories.

If I had a wish, I would want to fulfill everything.

I don’t want to shiver in this cold, stumbling along, obsessively limiting myself, calculating the warmth I might gain in the future.

Shall I feel the ecstasy of that time simply and freely?

Just by exerting a bit of strength, I could do it.

Just a little bit.

If I exert force, this already cracked glass jar will shatter.

“Please.”

It’s a chant.

Soo-oh has a cute side to her, too.

Looking afar.

Far away, in the southwest, the Cheonma Church is ablaze.

If it was just the people from the Murim Alliance, I wouldn’t know. But there are people with strange devices there.

They are probably the objects called treasures.

Scenes that were only seen when those who obtained psychic abilities fought in the first world are unfolding all around. The mediocre followers of the Cheonma Church can’t even hold back their ankles and are swept away, while the law enforcers confident in martial arts are slowly getting injured and dying.

Oh Myeong-seong and Gumi Mil are swinging their swords fiercely, but gradually getting more wounds due to the troops led by the blind swordsman.

Cheonma is surrounded by Immortals who are roughly in the same position as the newly evaporated Cheongdojin.

It seems that because the opponent is an Immortal rather than a person, Cheonma’s chances of winning don’t seem that high.

Due to the people with treasures, artificial disasters occur from all directions.

Under the sky swirling with typhoons, rain, sandstorms, and flames.

There exists a wicked group that exploits people as power and bugs, prioritizing force above all else, with all laws beneath force.

They are called the Cheonma Church.

But that savage day will come to an end today.

The alliance of Immortals who came down from the Murim Alliance and Kunlun Mountain can hardly win with mere humans.

I witnessed the scene of all the Cheonma Church followers being slaughtered, drunk on justice.

Even if Cheonma survives, if there’s no one to rule, the Cheonma Church will come to an end.

Today is the day the Cheonma Church falls.

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