The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 90: Soo’s Gangho (10)

Even though it was still daytime, the sky was dark and snow was falling heavily.

The Heavenly Demon, who arrived at the usual time, looked at me with a puzzled expression. Since it was time for training and Soo wasn’t around, it wasn’t strange that I was just sitting there doing something, making that expression.

“What are you doing?”

I stopped rolling the snowball.

“I’m making a snowman. Haven’t you ever seen one before?”

She looked at me with a confused expression, as if asking what that was.

What? Seriously, have you never seen one?

Being from the humanities and with emotions, why doesn’t she know something like this?

I quickly searched through the Heavenly Demon’s memories. She never made a snowman as a child. In fact, she had no recollection of ever seeing one.

Ah, no one ever taught her.

Or maybe the culture of making snowmen doesn’t exist in this world.

Is that even possible?

Well, if she doesn’t know, I can just show her.

I pointed to a snowman I had made in the corner of the yard. It was in the shape of the number 8, with arms on either side and a face made of twigs.

It only reached up to my knees. It was the small snowman I had made earlier as a demonstration for Soo.

“It’s a game where you make something like that, you know? Since it’s snowing, it’s hard to do proper training, right?”

I said that, and then turned my head back to roll the snowball again.

This was a memory of a faded man suddenly shining, the snowman I made long ago in a faraway past. On a day like this, I had to make one.

Of course, there was another reason.

It’s not that I’m expecting much from this, but I’m making it with the thought that it would be nice if it works out.

The Heavenly Demon’s gaze keeps flicking between me rolling the snow and the snowman.

Although I’m not directly meeting her gaze, I can tell. She’s confused because she doesn’t know what to do. So I raised my hand and pointed toward the forest.

“Soo went to get some materials, so if you’re bored, go check it out. Or you can come and roll some snow like me.”

I left the snowball I had loosely made and sat back down on the ground, pressing the snow firmly with my hands. Then I started rolling it slowly.

Just so you know, I’m not using bare hands.

I’m using old clothes that I planned to throw away, bundled up to make makeshift gloves.

It’s just cloth, so if I use it for too long, it’ll get wet and I could get frostbite, but it’s fine for temporary use.

Roll, roll.

I rolled the snowball, making it bigger.

It wasn’t very contaminated, or maybe it was because there was so much snow falling that it didn’t touch the dirt, but the snowball was pure white.

The Heavenly Demon didn’t do anything else, just staring at me.

I put all my effort into rolling the snowball. I kept changing directions to prevent it from gathering in a cylindrical shape.

As I rolled the snowball past a fence buried in the snow, by the time it reached my waist, it had grown up to my chest.

Ah, mistake.

I got carried away with rolling it, and now the size is all wrong.

If I keep going to where I made the torso, it’s going to get too big...

I’ll think about it after I go!

I carefully molded the snowball again, parking it next to the one I had made when the Heavenly Demon arrived.

As expected, the snowball was way too big.

What should I do with this?

I have no choice. I’ll just finish it. I lifted the small snowball. Choseol is pretty strong.

I lifted it lightly and shot it!

Hmm. It went up perfectly. The snowball stacked into an 8-shape.

But since the lower half is way too big, it’s just like the words the faded man knew.

Aaaagh, the mass!

It means it’s unbalanced.

I left the snowman and went inside the house. I retrieved the old clothes I had tucked into a corner of the room. These were all Soo’s clothes.

These are all clothes I planned to discard.

Unlike me, Soo’s clothes get ruined quickly because of all the movement. But the Heavenly Demon sends plenty of extras, so there are always spare ones.

I just took the top and put it on the snowman.

Then I picked up a few rocks lying near the house and used them to create features on the face.

Soo should be coming back soon, carrying some branches, and the snowman will be done.

But, is it just me, or is the Heavenly Demon staring at me a little too much? I walked up to her and raised my arm, pointing to the kitchen.

It’s especially warm in there during winter.

“You’ve got snow on your head. Don’t stand there freezing; if you’re just watching, you can stay in the kitchen.”

She blinked at my words.

She seemed to have heard something very strange. So, I asked again.

“What’s wrong?”

Just as the Heavenly Demon was about to speak...

“Master!”

Soo jumped in with a long, thin branch in her hands. She hopped around, completely unaffected by the snow, her footprints dotted behind her.

If I walked there, I’d sink deep...

But I envy the way she moves.

Then, the faded memory brought up something strange again.

Words like Daepseolmuhun and suhyeong-bukjong shimmered. What does it want from someone who’s barely trained for half a year?

Anyway, the snowman needs to be finished. I told Soo, who brought the materials.

“Soo, give me the branches.”

“Wait!”

Lately, I feel like Soo’s been rebelling more.

She’s becoming more independent. Excellent.

At this rate, I think I could leave within 2 or 3 years. That’d make Choseol around 17 or 18.

At that age, they’d be considered an adult in this world.

By then, I’ll have finished what I need to do.

Memories.

It might seem like just a simple experience, but sometimes, things like these unknowingly help people survive.

The number of times a person can grit their teeth is different between someone who has such memories and someone who has nothing.

Gritting your teeth is an essential skill.

Of course, having these memories doesn’t guarantee success, but if it increases the chances, then I’ll work for it.

Since I’m learning from the Heavenly Demon, I’ll surely grow strong. I’ll cut down anyone who blocks my path and pass on the warmth to me.

Hehe.

I hope it triggers something like the blood catastrophe in the faded memories.

Anyway, hoping for that is probably too much.

“Master! Let’s make the snowman together!”

When Soo smiled brightly and said this, the Heavenly Demon looked terribly troubled. It was quite funny. It was like an adult who didn’t know how to play, being embarrassed when a child invited them.

Her childhood is long gone, but it wouldn’t hurt to try it sometimes.

That’s beside the point. Why is she not coming over already?

“Stop holding onto the Heavenly Demon and come here quickly.”

“Okay.”

She finally came.

When I pointed down with my finger, Soo dropped the branches she had collected on the ground. I picked out a branch that looked like a hand and placed it on the sides of the snowman, where only the face and torso were completed.

Hand attached!

I also added a few small decorations on the body and head.

“Finished.”

The snowman, with an Eastern touch, stood in the middle of the yard. Its lower half was a bit too round, but that happens sometimes.

Clap, clap, clap.

Soo clapped her hands, grinning widely.

I looked at Soo, enjoying herself, and the Heavenly Demon, who seemed unsure of what to do beside her.

She doesn’t know how to play, does she? If I made it like this, shouldn’t she be the one to finish it?

“Now, Soo, you make one too. And do it with the Heavenly Demon.”

“Me?”

As I added this, the Heavenly Demon jumped in surprise. This person’s been acting strange from the start.

“You two don’t wear statues, right? If you do, put on gloves. You’ve seen how to do it, so make one.”

“No, I have to train Soo’s martial arts...”

“It won’t hurt to play for just a day.”

The Heavenly Demon’s expression isn’t good. Maybe they’ve never lived a life where they did things like this? How can I guide her?

I’ll make it easy to lead her.

A few faded memories come to mind...

Let’s use this.

“Can’t you make even a snowman with your hands?”

“I’ll make it much more beautifully.”

Mm! Perfectly scratched.

Just like I did, the Heavenly Demon sat on the ground, rolling the snowball and shaping it into a snowman.

Soo, laughing and grinning, was doing the same next to her.

But with the snow falling heavily, the sight of a beautiful woman with blue skin, dressed in Eastern clothes, making a snowman looks very much like modern art.

In the world the faded man lived in, this would be impossible without CGI or makeup — it’s too hard to do in reality.

You’d only see skin completely blue if it were a corpse, right?

The Heavenly Demon and Soo are happily making the snowman together.

I went and sat under the eaves. Taking off my slightly damp gloves, my fingertips had turned red. But Soo’s fingers, no matter how much snow she touched, never turned red. The Heavenly Demon probably doesn’t need gloves either.

I watched the two making the snowman and then looked up at the sky.

The sky, dim with dark clouds, was heavily snowing.

And the surroundings were completely silent.

The snow absorbs the sound.

But it wasn’t quiet for me. In fact, it was very noisy.

Because I was watching the movements of over a hundred harvesters.

Even though there are so many people, the cold doesn’t lessen. I need the warmth that’s in the light, not just the connection.

The cold that freezes my breath, the frostbitten fingers from the thin frost, is different from the cold I feel. In fact, this is hot.

I thought the heat would torment me, but the cold is making me suffer. The cold I feel isn’t because of temperature. It’s clear.

I looked at my fingers, which had turned red.

This is frostbite. I pressed on the reality.

Immediately, my fingers turned white again. It was like I never felt the cold in the first place, and they returned to their original color.

Not just my fingers, the cold that had filled my body also disappeared. But the deep cold still remains.

It seems winter won’t get any better.

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I absentmindedly looked outside, and eventually, the two of them finished the snowman.

When it was completed, standing three times the height of a person, I burst out laughing.

After all, there can’t be no snowman where there are people.

There are two people here.

Hehe.

So, Heavenly Demon...

Do I look like a person?

Am I living like a human enough to hide the truth of being a monster?

I learn from failure.

The second silver isn’t allowed. Calling me by such a dangerous title is too much.

So I’ll be your kind neighbor. Even if I die someday, I’ll make sure you can call me, seeing the trace you left behind.

Let’s get along well.