With Yasle’s death, the pseudo-religion called the Future Hope Church came to an end.
But the fighting continued for a long time even after Yasle died. Because it doesn’t end in victory just because the boss dies like in a game.
Rather, it gets busier after that.
Especially since three countries ran together with one purpose.
Although the Kingdom of Anselus had essentially collapsed, the Kingdom of Lasve and the Kingdom of Kogni still remained. They start to argue over the issue of how to divide the spoils of war.
As befitting a pseudo-religion, it had hoarded a large amount of treasure.
People can’t live on faith alone. You need to give easy-to-understand gifts along with faith for it to grow steadily.
So, including where I lived, there are many very good items.
Then there’s only one thing to do.
Looting.
Tis and the people of the Kingdom of Anselus just watched this.
Surprisingly, Rebecca didn’t head towards any kingdom. She just left alone without saying anything. Some among the Anselus people said they should catch her, but Tis just let her go.
Instead, they headed south to return to the Kingdom of Anselus. Although the center of the kingdom had already fallen, they don’t know yet. So they just moved their steps to return home.
Meanwhile, Witga met Andrew’s subordinates with those following him. And there he gave them the choice of whether they would follow this side since the Future Hope Church had fallen, or if they would continue to believe in the Future Hope Church.
And those who chose the Future Hope Church all died there.
Of course, after killing about five people as an example, everyone abandoned the Future Hope Church and switched to a new religion called the Miriga Church.
They were people who had drifted to the Future Hope Church because they had nothing.
If there’s a new place to cling to, they can switch ropes at any time.
And Andrew’s lifeline is really tough. He had escaped alone and disappeared from my sight, but soon he was caught in my sight again.
One of Andrew’s close associates suddenly called a blessed person. He just took them without telling them what he was doing.
And Andrew was at the place he took them.
It looks like this side will safely reunite with Witga.
And lastly, Wide.
This side is still rummaging around the capital area and gathering supplies into the royal castle.
This is the story up until just before I unleash the knowledge I gained.
And I immediately pushed Yasle’s knowledge into everyone connected to me.
Warmth flows in.
The amount of fifteen people.
I got it.
Hmmmm?
No. That.
Can’t they withstand this?
Especially those who could see and hear places that can’t be seen with the naked eye from where they are grabbed their heads and died screaming.
Rather, except for such blessed people, the rest just grabbed their ears or heads as if they felt tinnitus.
There’s a problem.
Then we need to find the reason and solve it.
What about the corpses?
Looking closely at the situation until they died, their brains were just melting like soup.
Just looking at this, it’s clear they can’t withstand the information I pushed in, right?
Is it a problem caused by different specifications?
Considering it was originally part of Yasle’s memory, there’s no way it shouldn’t fit into a person’s head.
Then we need to use a different method.
A different method…
Wouldn’t it be okay if we edit the necessary memories, cut them into small pieces, and push them in little by little?
No, but how long would that take?
I saw while editing the memory points, and the amount is quite large.
Short words are fine because the experience of pushing in the word “Outer God” remains. But when it gets to a certain length, problems arise, right?
What if the amount that can be pushed in is small?
Experiment.
We need to experiment.
And we need to increase the number of blessed people in case of an emergency.
So they don’t explode like before.
The sensation of blessing still remains.
Let’s summarize.
Injecting knowledge to summon me.
Blessing more people.
Two things.
Both are important to me.
First, shall we reach out to the shaking light floating right above the surface?
Like watching a video of water falling in reverse, a thin stream of water rises up. And instead of pushing myself in right there, I say the lines I say every time I make a contract.
But they don’t understand.
Ah, yes.
That’s right.
The language is different.
Language is important.
Then what should we do?
Shall we lick the light first? Carefully, even more gently than when giving blessings each time, I touch the light. And lick.
This person’s name is Eunjae.
Memories came in. The world this person lives in is similar to a wuxia novel. There’s a technique to gather special qi, they fly around with swords, and sometimes light comes out of the swords.
A world where such people live.
But I knew the language.
Was it always this easy to learn language?
I’m not sure.
I’ll use it as is since it doesn’t hinder doing this work right now. I asked again, adjusting my words to the language he knows.
“I’ll give myself to you. In return, when you finish everything later, I’ll take everything you have then. How about it?”
He said he would promise anything. That he would do anything if given power for revenge.
Huh? I didn’t particularly say I’d give power, did I? What did he see to say such things? Of course, if I give a blessing, it’s true that they become powerful.
So I was choosing my words thinking persuasion might be necessary if he hesitated, but he immediately says he’ll do it.
Yes.
Then, it’s a contract.
I gave him a blessing.
Please don’t explode.
Please don’t explode.
Ah! It worked!
The vision connected. I can’t tell exactly how he changed since I’m seeing the world through his eyes, but his skin definitely turned white.
In other words, it means it’s similar to before.
He murmurs “Marrow Cleansing” while looking down at his body. Then after moving his body a few times, he’s astonished, saying “Transformation of bones and flesh”.
Was that what it was?
There are certainly similar concepts in wuxia novels.
But it’s a real wuxia world. How interesting.
He grabs his sword and draws power from his abdomen to use it.
Is it dantian?
While I’m watching, recalling old memories that have turned gray, he suddenly grabs his head.
Could there be some problem with the blessings given here?
Did I adjust the capacity wrong?
Oh?
This time, something comes down from his head. And his faintly glowing sword changed into a huge purple greatsword.
This person is laughing a lot, saying he gained tremendous power.
Well, if he’s satisfied.
Surprisingly, the problem of giving blessings was solved quickly.
Now I’ll do this for all the lights that have come down near the surface.
This gets more warmth than explosions.
Above all, when a person pushed to the brink of breaking from deep despair and resignation gains a healthy body and tremendous power, it’s difficult to do good actions.
They will surely wield that power.
Then there’s only one goal left.
Passing on the technique to summon me.
Simply transferring memories failed. Since it’s presumed to be a capacity problem, I need to compress the knowledge as much as possible.
I need to analyze it. But what should I do if I don’t know how to analyze?
I can edit that part of the memory precisely, but reading it, interpreting it, and then organizing it.
Someday, in the very distant future, I might have to do that, but it’s too hard. I need to do it more comfortably and briefly.
First, let’s check what I have.
I can give myself to others.
If the amount is too much, it explodes.
If given in just the right size, it mutates the body into a more powerful form.
I can distort the world.
It means I can edit reality. It’s a powerful ability called reality manipulation in some places, but there’s a problem.
While simple forms might be okay, when I tried to make just a phone, a crack appeared in space. A shape that can only be expressed like that. Along with a deep crevice, it cracked as if a heavy object had been placed on a glass window.
It’s right to see that what can’t be done can’t be done.
Then why can’t fire or light be done? Strangely, those couldn’t be done at all. I guess I lack imagination.
And I don’t know if this ability is in the same category or a completely different category, but I can transfer what I know to others.
Two experiments.
First, the short title “Outer God” started being used by many people as if I had been called that from the beginning.
There’s a reason I think this is based on the ability to change reality, not the blessing that happens when I give myself.
Because even people who didn’t receive my blessing used it naturally.
Based on the information so far, guessing, among the blessed people, those who died this time had the ability to detect up to places that ordinary people can’t see.
It means they were people who could better understand others’ intentions.
So did their brains break because they accepted too much, like the world broke when trying to make a phone?
It’s a highly probable hypothesis.
Then let’s reduce the capacity.
Dividing memories less complexly should reduce it.
Let’s insert memories divided as finely as possible. If we check how much can go in at most, and how quickly it can be repeated, we should be able to make them learn the technique to summon me.
Now it’s time to experiment.
There’s plenty of time here.
I hope many people can call me a lot soon.
Hehe.