The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 127: Sailing to the Bottom (12)

What conditions must be met for the Outer God to touch the light of the opponent?

The Outer God directly touches it.

The flesh touches flesh.

By the way, since the Harvester contains the Outer God, it has the same effect as if the Outer God touched it.

This is because containing the Outer God isn’t about lifting it from the sea, but rather turning it upside down and sinking it back into the sea.

The Harvester cut with a sword.

Using a tool, it wasn’t directly touched, but it still reached.

An arrow was shot.

The projectile, ignoring the separation from the body, still touched.

However, the seal could not be touched.

Unless it was an act driven by malice, the connection with the Outer God wouldn’t occur.

So, what about the Primordial Heavenly Lord?

As the Outer God’s weight increased a thousandfold, it was pressed into the ground.

Moreover, since Chosul was tall, his body felt the proportional increase in weight.

Looking at the Outer God pressed to the ground, the Primordial Heavenly Lord spoke.

"I will ask just once. If you decide to live without desiring anyone’s warmth from now on, I will let you go."

No matter how evil someone is, if they wish to change themselves, there is an opportunity.

This was a one-time chance the Primordial Heavenly Lord gave. Though not in a position of luxury, this was the life of the Primordial Heavenly Lord, and it was something he taught to those in Kunlun, the realm of immortals, about the heart.

A single righteous belief saved the Primordial Heavenly Lord’s life.

But sadly, what stood before him was an evil human who had twisted and turned into a monster. As always, goodness is trampled by evil, and goodwill is maliciously twisted by those envious of it.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Many mistakenly think this means good intentions can lead people into terrible situations, but that is not goodness. Rather, it is an undermining comment to prevent people from acting kindly.

If one thinks everything will be fine by offering good intentions without understanding what might happen in the future, that is not goodness.

For example, when a family gathers during holidays and talks about work income or marriage, thinking it's for your benefit.

If the person who said those things took responsibility when things went wrong, that would be different.

But most of the time, that doesn’t happen.

Such behavior is not goodness.

It is a mixture of laziness, arrogance, and self-satisfaction, thinking they are doing something good while failing to properly understand the situation. It’s an ugly action with no goodness at all.

Before the Primordial Heavenly Lord stood such a person.

A bad monster that dirties the goodwill of others and then uses that defiled goodwill to accuse you of being the bad one.

Thus, the Primordial Heavenly Lord’s goodness saved him, but the evil before him was far too intense to escape from.

And so, the Primordial Heavenly Lord, who only intended to subdue and negotiate, avoided being bitten by the Outer God.

Once.

He earned a chance due to his own goodness.

The problem was that Chosul, who couldn’t use special powers like Qi, was unexpectedly weak.

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Chosul’s body, raised in a breeding ground that ignored human rights, was in an abnormal state.

His ribs, which should have supported his internal organs, were all broken and crushed.

Blood from all over his body and fluids that should have been in his internal organs oozed out like they were being squeezed.

He literally became a bloody mess. Terrible, bubbling blood foam rose from various parts of his body, and soon, the gravity amplified a thousandfold and crushed the flower base completely.

Right after that, the intense heat wave from the Extreme Sun Spear engulfed the area. Though it was hard to see, the surrounding area was still a blazing hell of several thousand degrees.

The only remaining wet soil was completely burned, and the remaining elements turned into steam, joining the whirlwind that swept through the realm of immortals, with atoms and electrons separated.

At that moment.

It was not the Primordial Heavenly Lord’s fault that he thought he had won.

But, what was before him wouldn’t die from that. It wouldn’t be chased back to the bottom for such a thing.

And when the vessel disappears, it’s natural for whatever is inside to spill out.

Creak.

Creak.

Creak.

Cracks appeared everywhere. A small glass bottle connected to a larger one. In some works, it’s called a pocket universe, a small dimension, and in this world, it’s called the realm of immortals.

The inside couldn’t withstand it and cracked.

Kunlun, with its ability to traverse between glass bottles, realized something was wrong at the end of that skill.

Something was wrong.

A creaking sound.

Finally, the cracks became so deep that the walls broke, creating a huge fissure across the glass bottles. Beyond the crack, a pitch-black darkness appeared.

There was nothing. The empty space that could be called darkness stretched out.

The empty space was not strange.

The crack itself was strange.

Though it had been called a glass bottle until now, it was more accurate to describe it as a collection of light floating in the void. If it were a glass bottle, a living being, no matter how desperate, would have touched the bottom.

The world is where stars gather, and even if you go outside, you are always drawn back to the original world by gravity.

One world is like a galaxy, and crossing worlds is like crossing galaxies.

Though this isn’t exactly the same as actual space, it’s a simplified way of putting it.

In short, the outside of the hole is empty.

And when a glass plate breaks, shards fly out. Which direction will they scatter?

The direction of the force? Or the direction that received the force?

The shards are floating in that deep darkness.

A great force is here.

The Primordial Heavenly Lord doesn’t feel any power, but something so immense that it causes a phenomenon like the world cracking is here.

And now, only two remain in this small realm of immortals.

In the center of the crack, Chosul, still in perfect form, walked out.

“As expected, this heat isn’t warm at all. I can’t help but admire your skill in killing without malice.”

The Outer God thought to himself that he had found his weakness, then spoke.

The structure is the great evil and the boy standing before it, and in reality, the difference is far more miserable.

“Are you not going to stop seeking warmth?”

At the Primordial Heavenly Lord’s question, the Outer God answered without hesitation, without any sign of thought.

“Yes.”

The Primordial Heavenly Lord moved his hands behind him. At first glance, it seemed as though the boy was pretending to be an old man, but from the back, one could see his fingers trembling.

The Outer God?

It could already read the expression of the Primordial Heavenly Lord and knew that he was feeling fear.

When it comes to reading human emotions, it had already surpassed the level of an expert.

“You have a strict moral code. You have such a fierce and fair standard that you can confidently call your actions evil. Then why?”

Why commit such acts?

“It’s too cold.”

And as always, the Outer God stated the truth.

“To get rid of this cold, I’ll do anything. You may think I’m bad, but who cares? Does it reduce the cold? Is it enough if someone else is happy by enduring it? No. I am the most important.”

It answered resolutely.

While looking at the hesitant Primordial Heavenly Lord, it aimed to induce malice, to make him want to kill.

“And there’s someone who doesn’t have to wait until they’re called from the bottom. Isn’t it only natural to want something, to do whatever it takes to get it? No more passively waiting; I can actively invade.”

When a person sees something very different from them that resembles humanity, their affinity increases. But at a certain point, they suddenly begin to feel disgust. This gap is called the "uncanny valley."

In the middle of that valley.

There’s the smiling face of the Outer God.

The Primordial Heavenly Lord analyzed the Outer God’s words.

He tried to think of it like Daegon, but then he looked inward rather than outward, erasing that thought.

When Daegon crossed over to this world, it was also about survival, but fundamentally, it was due to his own greed. His greed destroyed his world, and in this world, he couldn’t let go of his desires and fought with the natives of Kunlun.

But this was different.

A tiger needs meat to live.

A tiger that shows goodwill toward other creatures will starve. That’s the kind of cry it is.

The Outer God thought, looking at the hesitant Primordial Heavenly Lord, that he really hated it. Too much like a human, he doesn’t do what must be done.

They are enemies that must be eradicated.

The Outer God’s human model assumes that all humans are more familiar with evil deeds. Having such good people doesn’t help in gaining warmth.

Warmth affirms human desires, and it rolls in when they do whatever it takes to satisfy those desires.

Good people spreading is like bird flu spreading through a chicken farm. Then, no one will be able to eat chicken.

The Outer God doesn’t mistake human emotions.

The Primordial Heavenly Lord hesitating like this wasn’t out of fear, but because he was trying to understand and persuade the opponent.

And so.

The Outer God changed direction.

Good people are easily mistaken for obedient people, but in reality, it’s the opposite. They face evil and keep going, no matter how much they suffer.

If something is wrong, they say it’s wrong. If the law is wrong, they oppose it; if morality is wrong, they fight it.

“Do you know? Long ago, I was once human.”

This means it’s not because I haven’t learned, but because I understand.

The Outer God adjusted its position.

“So, I’m very familiar with humans. Humans are inherently evil, and I know that if I give them power, they’ll fight and die, but they’ll eventually give me warmth.”

Not as individuals, but as enemies that must be killed, who must stake their lives.

“I need warmth. You can’t bring plague to a feeding ground, can you?”

Though humans need goodness to form large societies, they must follow it.

“I’ll say it again. I’ll do anything to get warmth. Anything.”

Hearing that, the Primordial Heavenly Lord hardened his resolve.

“Alright, you’ve chosen your path. Then, I have no choice but to defeat you here.”

The Primordial Heavenly Lord raised his hand, extending it forward and commanding the countless tools floating around him.

“Maximum output. Ten thousand times gravity.”

The world shrank.