The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 132: Academy, you’re out of your mind (2)

The girl places the nail down and covers her eyes with her hand.

In the end, the weapon she uses is a crowbar... that's pretty orthodox.

Then, she crouches down, picks up the nail again, and walks toward me.

Ah, she doesn't forget. When she approaches, the fighter's memory inside me reminds me that, at least at the girl's level, there are no openings, and that's truly terrifying.

“Are you throwing a tantrum because the 25-foot monster doesn’t want to go home?”

In the faded memory, a moment that seems like a supernova explosion shines brightly. What did you just say again? What did you mumble! It's a violent light. Why are you so obsessed with units? This memory.

“I can’t move downstairs, it’s endlessly cold. All I can do is stare up at the lights in the night sky. I barely got out, and I don’t want to go back.”

Ignoring the sparkling memory, I speak the truth as it is. The advantage of telling the truth is clear. No one has ever ignored what I’ve said so far.

And it’s convenient too.

If you lack intelligence, it’s better not to lie.

Of course, it’s possible to withhold some facts!

“What, were you locked in some box?”

“It was spacious.”

An endless, perfect plane stretched out infinitely.

She approaches me with a very disgruntled expression. The fighter's memory warns me. If she wanted to, she’d hammer the nail in and then use the crowbar to pound it in.

She’s aggressive.

Is she really from a special forces unit?

At least, according to the Sahagin’s memory, she just kidnapped citizens and tourists from the nearby village.

“Want to try killing me like you did with the body earlier? Or are you scared now?”

She lifts the nail and seems to take a closer look. Strange markings are engraved on the head of the large nail. According to the Sahagin’s memory, it’s like a divine artifact from the gods of this world.

If you’re stabbed, your mana won’t work at all, and you’ll just drown and die from the water. Indeed, the original aquatic creatures are spherical, and using a mana that’s reversible and explosively effective for environmental adaptation isn’t strange at all.

Anyway, I answer the question.

“That was because the person was dead. I can absorb the warmth of the dead. I don’t want to harm living people unless they attack me.”

And I have doubts about whether I would die if stabbed by this nail. After all, no matter what body I enter, I can’t use mana.

The girl ponders.

Then, she lifts her head, looks at my face, and asks.

“Do you eat people?”

“No. Until recently, I was human too.”

All I gained was warmth. I don’t steal memories; I copy them.

I’ve never consumed anything by breaking it down and absorbing it, so no, I haven’t eaten anyone.

If it were necessary to gain warmth, I’d do it without hesitation, but otherwise, why would I?

The girl blinks her eyes.

Well, if a giant was once human, it wouldn’t be too strange.

“So, does that mean your original body isn’t this one?”

“Yes. This is the first time I’ve entered a body like this.”

Then the girl’s gaze sharpens, and she looks directly at me. Did I make a mistake?

“A body. So, last time, you were in a human body.”

I made a mistake.

Is she a detective?

Moreover, she subtly moves her arm to adjust her posture, preparing to hammer the nail in.

The nail and crowbar. Originally Sahagin's tools, so she probably only started using them since last night.

But if you think about it, isn’t it strange that a girl was captured and, overnight, wiped out an amphibious secret religious cult?

Anyway, I answer the question.

“Yes. I was called twice. The first time, it was by a cult. The second time, it was a hidden cult within the first cult.”

“There’s only cults.”

Those groups are the most likely ones to come into contact with me. A monster like me doesn’t think everything will go well, so I’m not the type of monster they’d easily summon.

I squat down and look at her, then glance around.

A giant dome-shaped building. But it’s smaller than what Daegon’s vanguard team had spread out. The vanguard team couldn’t land properly, so they lacked the capacity to build the structure according to the blueprint.

So, they used the trick of shrinking the size.

The problem is that the body summoned is based on the blueprint standard, and the door we need to exit is too small to fit through.

Had Daegon arrived, the design would have killed all of us.

“I think I’m trapped here, what should we do?”

The girl looks around at my words.

Then she sees all the exits, looks back at me with a sour expression.

“The door’s small.”

“There’s no barrier-free access.”

“Heh!”

She giggles at what I said, finding something funny.

“What, will a social welfare program for the vulnerable come up here?”

Even so.

“Are immigrants mostly vulnerable?”

She laughs even harder this time, completely snickering.

Squatting down, watching quietly, she laughs for a while before standing up.

“What's your name?”

Name, huh.

“I don’t have one.”

The body I’m in was originally cultivated for Daegon.

The essence of Daegon’s biotechnology.

Around me are the containers and incubators used for cultivation. On the surface, it looks like a spawning area, but those who know will recognize it.

But this isn’t a perfect body. It’s a temporary one, used until a real body is created over time after coming into this world.

For that, I had prepared a body for the original body, planned to enter the original body’s child, but the plan failed, and everything was ruined.

“No name?”

“Yes. In the previous world, I used the name of the person whose body I was in, but this is a created thing.”

“Ah, I overheard monsters talking about how their gods hatch.”

Checking her knowledge level.

I thought it was early 19th century, but it seems they’re more technologically advanced than expected. Not just technologically, but culturally as well.

Taking care of the disabled would require a highly developed culture.

“But it’s a bit surreal for a huge monster like you to speak politely while I’m talking casually, don’t you think?”

The fact that she used the term "surreal" shows that the arts are also quite developed. The world isn’t one where wild, hunter-like figures roam around.

It means the world is more relaxed.

Subtly adjusting the world’s level upwards, I pointed at the crowbar.

“You should speak politely to someone holding a space-destroying weapon.”

“Eh? This is just a crowbar! I’m supposed to point at the nail, not the crowbar?”

“I don’t know what a nail is. But that’s dangerous.”

Especially considering she used it to smash a Sahagin’s head last night and almost wiped them out.

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She failed there.

Had Daegon been alive, he would have shown up and things would’ve gotten ugly.

With this girl’s obsession, it’s possible she would have tried to send me back somehow.

Also, not everyone is a superhuman like this.

If that’s the case, Sahagin wouldn’t have chosen humans as the easiest target to harvest their souls and bodies.

“You don’t think a 25-foot monster would hear that?”

“Humans are scared of scorpions, right?”

“That means I’m a scorpion...”

She approaches with the nail.

But since her expression isn’t one of wanting to kill me, I just watch quietly as she speaks to me.

“Step aside. I need to break something.”

As I step aside, she looks at me with a confused expression, then drives the nail into the ground. Right in the middle of this dome.

Click, click.

The sound of machinery moving, and Daegon’s memory flickers.

It’s a self-destruct device, made as a precaution.

The nail is a device for executing heretics, and when the lair fills with heretics, it’s also a device for exterminating them.

By the way, heretics are those who seek freedom.

Those who reject their bindings and decide to live as one identity are all killed.

If a military unit were to surrender, it’d be a similar situation.

Religious groups handle apostates with paranoid zeal.

Because if left unchecked, leaks would continue, and they must be caught.

The problem is, this doesn’t consider the person using it.

“Why did you put it here? It’s falling apart.”

Indeed, the doors nearby have collapsed. The stone columns burst from the inside, blocking the way, and the waters start to swirl inward, trapping us with no escape.

“Ah, as expected.”

She casually sets the crowbar down and sits on the floor.

“No, something feels off. I don’t want to end up like the people in the prison.”

Then she lifts her bloodstained shirt. On the inside.

Where white skin should be, blue scales rise. And near her ribs, gills are flapping.

Ah. Right.

Human resources are also a resource. By the time she fully transforms, she’ll brainwash herself with hormones and pleasure substances to increase her affinity with her own kind.

“You seem like a victim too. Come die with me.”

That's what she says.

“Your name, what is it?”

“My name? It’s Victoria. Why?”

Such a name.

“Well then, Victoria. In this desperate situation, let me say this. Don’t you want to return to your original body? I can promise you, if you really want to escape this miserable death, to return to your original body and go back to your family, I’ll make a deal with you.”

And then I say this.

“I’ll give myself to you. In return, once you finish everything, you’ll get everything I have. What do you think?”

With a foolish expression, Victoria looks up at me, then hardens her expression and, after a while, nods her head as the water rises to her ankles.

Heh heh.

The first harvest.

Complete.