The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 161: Don’t cry. Don’t cry (1)

"Bell, is something wrong?"

As the last class of the week came to an end and I was about to head back, Victoria suddenly asked me.

"What do you mean?"

I knew that Victoria had been looking at my face several times, but she hadn’t really focused on any specific part. I thought it was just a whim, but Victoria said something unexpected.

"You look like you’re in a bad mood."

Hmm, do I?

I touched my face. I didn’t think my expression would be so obvious.

"Do I?"

"You do realize you’re basically saying you’re in a bad mood, right?"

I nodded. There’s no need to hide that I’m in a bad mood. I’m surprised she’s so shocked that I acknowledged it.

"I thought it would take some time before you admitted it, but you nodded right away. So, what happened?"

I can’t explain everything, but when asked a question, I always stick to telling the truth.

Without that, I wouldn’t know where to start or what to say. If I lie, there’s no turning back from somewhere.

It’s probably faster for someone else to figure me out than for me to figure myself out.

It’s not that I don’t trust myself. I just don’t forget that there are people smarter than me.

"I’m cold."

"Huh? Is it really that cold today? Or is it that you’re sick? You don’t seem to have a fever..."

Victoria placed her hand on my head to check for a fever. Her hand is warm. I’m surprised by how warm her body temperature is. While I’m still surprised, Victoria continues to ask questions with a serious expression. But since none of them apply to me, I shake my head.

Honestly, I don’t even know if my body is capable of having children.

"It’s fine. It’s just that the time when I could forget the cold is far behind me."

Yeah. All my predictions have been wrong.

Kanna gave up on killing her family to rise to the top, and in Vern City, people stopped acting selfishly.

And with the rain, as though waking from a dream, people in Brightshin stopped feverishly writing down knowledge.

Nothing happened that I would be satisfied with.

But it’s okay.

I’ve already done a lot.

Aurora and Kanna. The princess and the noblewoman. I’ve made people from high ranks into Harvesters.

Even if I can’t expect anything from them, who knows what might happen with their children, their descendants?

Even if the people moving in Vern City claim to have become kinder, the world may still change.

And to top it off, they created a religion.

At the moment, it’s a primitive religion where they pray to me, even though I’m not a god, and they don’t even think they believe in a god.

It’s like they revere someone great, but they don’t believe in a deity, they just look up to me.

But how would someone not connected to religion see this? In a country where reason and rationality are the main ideologies, religion is old-fashioned and pitiful.

It’s the perfect time to be rejected.

And in the slums of Brightshin. The spread of knowledge has stopped like an epidemic. It would have been easier for me if it had continued. Just a little easier. Just that much.

It’s not just that knowledge increased, but more people were seeing it. And if someone with power and authority saw it, the chance of them taking it would increase.

But it’s still fine.

I know that knowledge is properly sinking in, and the Harvesters will eventually draw out the techniques from their heads.

No matter how long it takes, if the world remains optimistic about science and technology, there’s no escaping from these techniques.

It’s just that I lost all the fast food I could immediately consume.

I’m lacking quick warmth.

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But even then, the Harvesters aren’t yet at the point where they’re harvesting warmth. They’re not that reckless.

I wasn’t foolish enough to break my own rules and fall apart. Patience is my specialty. Now, I just need to take my time and watch the world improve.

The Harvesters have already infiltrated into people.

About 25,000 of them.

The Harvesters, who are both physically capable and highly intelligent, are mixed together. In the survival competition, who will have the advantage?

Having clean skin is itself a form of beauty.

Among the Harvesters, there are many women with professions like those in brothels. Even after transforming, they returned to those jobs. They came back with bodies much more beautiful and healthier. There are no contraceptives in this era.

They’ve even improved their appearance. Who do you think will have a higher reproduction success rate?

I just have to wait.

I’ll wait for the descendants of the Harvesters to cover the world.

Even if all living creatures become the descendants of the Harvesters, the world won’t collapse.

I just need to choose the one in a leadership position and push myself into that position. Then, warmth will come automatically.

The descendants of the Harvesters don’t carry me inside until I recognize them and push myself into their position.

Using the contract, spreading it far and wide is quick and easy, but I learned in the first world that doing that will break the world. So, I’ll take it slowly, even if it takes time.

However, if it moves in a twisted form of reason and rationality and something like ethnic cleansing of Harvesters happens, it could be dangerous.

No, it’s not necessarily dangerous.

With telekinesis, even if I do that, the Harvesters are less likely to fail. In fact, there are already Harvesters in this world who have acquired brainwashing abilities.

"That’s your story, right? The one you called the foreign press?"

Then, without hesitation, Victoria suddenly stabbed a blade of truth deep into me. It made my heart shiver unexpectedly.

This is why...

This is why I follow my rules desperately. Where, how, can you reach the truth?

Maybe,

I made a mistake, and Victoria gathered the pieces. But there’s no guarantee that it’s something only Victoria could do. She’s not special, and I’m no genius.

There are probably many people who can reach the truth. That’s why I have to desperately follow my rules, even if I’m a fool.

I should try.

Foreign press. Foreign press. I’m not a god, am I? Who said that first?

Ah.

"A witch once called me that. But I’m not a god, so it was pretty funny."

At my words, Victoria looks up at the air. Is she imagining the witch? It’s definitely amusing. To call a simple monster like me by that name.

It’s a mistake in her life, isn’t it?

"Bell must have been really scary. That’s why they gave you such an obvious name."

"Why are you agreeing with that?"

"Because Bell is so easy to understand?"

Maybe the rule of always speaking the truth is the best rule I’ve set up.

Without that, I...

I might already be hanging somewhere by now.

"I thought it was easy, but is that so? I mean, if it were easy, wouldn’t it be scarier?"

In response to my question, Victoria crossed her arms. Then, she tilted her head a little to think.

In my opinion, someone whose thoughts are so clear would seem like easy prey, but it’s surprising to hear that it’s considered scary.

"Bell is seeing the easy side of me, right? But there are parts I try to show in a way that’s easy to understand, and parts I don’t even realize I’m showing. Those are different."

I understand the front. I do it on purpose. The back, I need to remember carefully. My weakness is showing so simply.

"Is the hidden part scary?"

"No. That part, yeah. I won’t say anything about it."

Then, suddenly, Victoria leaned her face close to mine.

"Then, would you like to hear it forcibly?"

I want to hear it. But...

"No. Victoria, I don’t force anyone."

Even though a small accident happened while inserting memories, I don’t actually want to twist anyone’s consciousness. I can only stand tall if I’m upright to myself.

But,

I’ve forced someone before.

Yes.

In the second world.

On my way to Kunlun Mountain.

I closed my eyes.

At that time, I was so eager for the memories of the Ancient Heavenly Sovereign. Techniques that could move different worlds. So, I ran to Kunlun Mountain and took it.

Now, I’ve released that into this world.

So that in the future, I can step into other worlds.

So that a future of misfortune will come for everyone.

And for me, a happy era will come where I can gain warmth.

I made the right choice.

So, I open my eyes again.

"Now, Victoria, how do you see me?"

"Now? You’re still Bell to me."

Victoria, smiling, moved away again. Then, she placed her hand on my head.

"Haha! I can’t believe something like this is cheering me up. Bell, you’re seriously twisted."

The people with work already left, and the people like us, chatting, remained in the classroom.

Victoria took a step and headed toward the entrance. I followed her.

"So, what happened to that witch?"

I recalled the small witch who didn’t know when to stop laughing. She wasn’t a Harvester.

"Well, what do you think happened?"

After she fell to where I was, she disappeared as though she had never existed from the start. I don’t know what happened because I didn’t do anything.

"Don’t know?"

"She disappeared like bubbles, but I don’t really know if she’s dead. She never made a contract, so she didn’t gain warmth in the end."

In truth, she could have gotten it if she had made contact, but she disappeared without leaving any trace, probably because the place I was was as cold as a refrigerator.

"Was she a bad witch?"

"She was a witch who bullied those weaker than her to take their wealth and ran away when someone stronger came. She was a witch-like witch."

"Wow, that’s garbage."

Victoria shook her head.

Rather than her, there was another friend who was always with her...

I shook my head and decided to change the topic. Stories of other worlds aren’t needed in this world yet.

"Victoria, the person who manages the house where I live says the guards will be coming soon. I guess we can get closer, right?"

"Isn’t that something Bell should be getting close to?"

"I have a big heart. Victoria."

"By saying that, you’re making me seem narrow-minded!"

With that chatter, we headed home.