The Outer God Needs Warmth

Chapter 113

But Hwangbo Cheon points his glowing red lightsaber at me.

With his actions, he eloquently conveyed that my words are not worth listening to.

I see. That makes sense.

After all, it's hard for a good person to leave someone who, just by being alive, can foresee a miserable future.

According to them, instead of watching someone who will be forever unhappy, it's better to completely eradicate them.

I'm still thinking logically.

Well then, should we try to crush the logical part?

I forced reality down.

Kak!

Immediately, thin cracks appeared around me. It was like placing a heavy object on a glass pane, causing it to slowly crack.

The reality I was forcing shattered, screaming like glass that couldn’t withstand it.

Crack!

The cracks grew larger.

I change the reality however I want. It’s astonishing how fragile the world is. Or maybe it’s just that I’m so heavy that it’s breaking regardless of my attempts to change it.

I don’t know what’s true yet.

I know that light is the soul, and I’ve heard opinions about how Harvesters are created.

But there are parts that don't match actual facts.

So, let’s just ignore that for now.

I deliberately took slow steps.

If I make such an obvious threat, the enemy will try to target me. Not Sooga.

Clink, clink, clink.

The sound of cracking all around and the growing fractures spread. And I could see the expressions of the disciples of the immortals slowly filled with fear as they watched.

The barrels of the sealing needles, which had been aimed at Sooga, slowly started turning towards me.

That’s right.

No matter where you look, the more dangerous one is not Sooga, it’s me, right?

I approach Hwangbo Cheon, who has a similar height to mine, bringing our eye levels to match. I raise my hand...

“Ahhhhh!”

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

Kaaang!

Kwadduk!

But immediately, a hole appeared as if the crack in the glass was breaking, and nothing could be seen through it.

Why?

Sooga’s purple sword extended beside me and deflected the sealing needle.

At the same time, sealing needles shot at both Sooga and me from all directions, and Sooga deflected each one.

But there were too many, too close, and the sword was halved, too short.

Faster than I could open my mouth, Sooga did his best.

Sooga succeeded.

He deflected all the sealing needles that could reach me.

And Sooga failed.

He failed at everything.

The reason I distorted reality in the first place was so that Sooga wouldn’t be hit by the blind steel stakes.

If the sealing needle hits, it would steal the warmth and create monsters.

And more than that, the strongest person here isn’t Hwangbo Cheon. It’s the man named Cheong Dojin, who’s watching this from a bit further away.

By deciphering two vague memories, it seems Cheong Dojin is Hwangbo Cheon’s superior, but I don’t know if he’s a senior Taoist or an immortal.

But at least, judging by how the light isn’t as strong as someone like Daegon, he must be a Taoist.

So, I wanted to observe how he would respond, but...

Hmm.

Sooga failed to protect his life.

It’s already the season when flowers bloom.

Snowflakes fell from the sky.

The memories of those who know martial arts shine. Everyone, including Eunjae, admires it.

The warmth rises endlessly.

The heat brushes past me.

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

A severed arm and a burning sword flew around, grazing my cheek before falling to the ground. It was Hwangbo Cheon’s final attack, but it failed.

There’s nothing where Sooga used to be, including the spot he was in.

Just a vast valley, and the remaining Taoists are frozen solid.

Whether they froze in fear or because it was actually cold, I don’t know.

“You should’ve just run away.”

I said, rolling the warmth.

“If you had taken their warmth and, if you could, stolen their memories, you could’ve found a way to resolve it and we could have met again peacefully, right?”

Why did they go and disappear, doing things they weren’t told to do?

I regret the time I wasted.

Life was discarded without meaning.

In three years. I would’ve left then, but if you wanted, you could’ve followed. I wasn’t planning to suppress Sooga anyway.

Maybe I should’ve suppressed him.

Then, I wouldn’t have had to feel this way.

Sadness and anger, but those feelings freeze in an instant, shattering into pieces, leaving only the desire for warmth.

The warmth disappears instantly, and the light that held it shatters and crumbles into dust, scattering.

I have no ability to catch the dust falling on me.

If I were like the Outer God in those faded memories, it would have been nice if I had truly been a transcendent being.

If I want something, I want to do it all.

I don’t want to tremble in the cold, obsessively restricting myself, calculating the warmth I can gain while moving forward.

Should I just feel the pleasure of that heat back then?

If I just put some strength into it, it’ll work.

Just a little.

If I apply strength, this glass bottle, which is already about to shatter, will break.

‘Please.’

A spell.

Sooga has a mischievous side, too.

Looking far away.

Far away, in the southwest, the Heavenly Demon Church is burning.

If only the humans from the Murim League had been there, it might have been fine. But there are humans holding strange devices.

They’re probably what’s called treasures.

The scene that only happened when those who gained psychic powers from the first world fought is unfolding everywhere. Even low-level members of the Heavenly Demon Church can’t even catch a hold of their ankles and are swept away, and even the Law Protectors who were confident in their martial arts barely survive for a few minutes before dying.

Omyoungseong and Goomilmil are swinging their swords diligently, but they’re getting more and more wounded by the forces led by the blind swordsman.

The Heavenly Demon is surrounded by immortals who are in positions similar to Cheong Dojin, who just vanished.

It’s not surprising that the Heavenly Demon’s chances of winning seem low, considering the opponent is an immortal.

Artificial natural disasters are happening all around because of those holding treasures.

Under the sky where typhoons, rain, sandstorms, and flames swirl.

There is a vicious group that exploits humans and bugs, where only power matters, and all laws are beneath power. They are a wicked sect.

Their name is the Heavenly Demon Church.

But those days of tyranny are ending today.

The union of immortals descended from the Murim League and Kunlun Mountain can’t be beaten by humans alone.

I watched the scene where all the members of the Heavenly Demon Church were slaughtered, intoxicated by justice.

Even if the Heavenly Demon survives, without someone to rule, the Heavenly Demon Church will be finished.

Today is the day the Heavenly Demon Church falls