It’s the 7th day since I returned to this world.
Currently, Hyunkeshuni and I are still inside the mansion on the outskirts of the capital.
However, today we’re left idle with nothing to do.
Because the Kingdom of Anselus is holding Tis’s funeral.
The coffin circles the capital over three days and then heads straight to the cemetery to be interred.
Of course, there’s no corpse in the coffin.
Not because they can’t show the sight of a crack like a fully bloomed flower attached above a man’s lower body.
That’s not the reason.
On the day I returned to this world.
Around the time I finished talking with the king.
Suddenly, the black hole in the middle of the crack widened, swallowed all the remaining corpse, and disappeared along with the crack that bloomed like a flower in mid-air.
When asked if I knew anything, I answered that I didn’t know.
No, I really don’t know.
It’s the first time I’ve come out through a crack, and it’s also the first time there have been so many children of blessed people.
So who would have known the crack would shrink again and suck in the corpse?
However, my body has become strangely heavy since then. At first I thought it was an illusion, but now after a week, my body is very heavy.
Fortunately, since I originally moved very rarely, Hyunkeshuni probably won’t know.
I’m guessing it’s like a charging cord has been unplugged.
For now, I can still give blessings well, so it should be fine.
More than that, while Hyunkeshuni is busy writing the book, I’m pondering if I can somehow create blessing proxies.
The question of whether a person can receive a blessing when someone other than me gives a blessing.
To experiment with this, an environment where experiments can be conducted needs to be in place, but it’s difficult to proceed in the current situation.
I’ve cultivated a quite passive impression so far, and if I proceed with dangerous things while Hyunkeshuni hasn’t finished writing the book yet, on the day the Kingdom of Anselus changes its mind and orders to kill everyone…
I wish Hyunkeshuni would finish writing the book quickly.
Anyway, there’s no need to give blessings today during the funeral.
The entire Kingdom of Anselus is immersed in sorrow.
Tis’s funeral started yesterday, so it will end tomorrow.
In other words, it’s not a good time to do anything until tomorrow.
Additionally, they haven’t called me since the funeral started yesterday. It’s right not to call me since priests from the Holy Spirit Religion have come in droves to conduct the ceremony.
Tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow.
It seems they’ll discuss my disposition after the funeral is over. By then, it will come out what will happen to me. In all likelihood my life is in danger, but that doesn’t matter.
If I die, I’ll probably fall to the bottom again.
If I die completely?
Then it would be good not to feel this cold that penetrates deep into my bones anymore.
“When will you finish writing the book?”
“Don’t nag.”
There’s a pile of paper stacked as high as from my fingertips to my elbow next to Hyunkeshuni, but seeing that she’s still writing, there really is a lot of content.
Or she’s thinking of something else.
I couldn’t understand what the content was even when I looked at it.
Considering the time it takes to put this into a person’s head, and the time from learning all this to using it, it will take quite a long time.
But that’s only if we do it here.
We can experiment in another place.
I can make time flow differently.
It’s like watching multiple movies simultaneously.
If you open multiple screens and press play at the same time, time passes the same. But if you pause one, time stops there while it continues to flow elsewhere, right? If necessary, I can even change the speed at which time flows.
Unfortunately, however, I can’t rewind.
I understand why that’s not possible, since it would mean being able to interfere with the past.
Since I can’t ignore time, there’s no way something like me could be a god.
When talking about god, immutability and omnipresence are mainly cited, but while I can somehow mimic immutability using regeneration ability, omnipresence is impossible.
I can watch multiple people simultaneously, but I can’t watch one person at multiple points in time.
Yet they went ahead and attached the title of outer god.
Anyway, I can use this.
After looking at the book, experimenting in another world, not here.
Still, at most one person receives my blessing in one world.
In other words, it means it takes a long time for that person to master the technique to summon me.
The chances of success are not high either.
But there are countless opportunities. And there’s a lot of time too.
So I wait for Hyunkeshuni’s book to be completed.
I hope the time comes quickly. After memorizing the summoning technique, immediately experiment in another world.
And if I’m summoned, I can give blessings again there.
Just thought of this, but honestly I don’t know how this is possible.
It can’t go as far as god’s technique, but it’s difficult to see as human technique.
Five or six screens might be understandable, but watching hundreds or thousands of people simultaneously is strange, right?
At times like this I feel that I’ve become something not human.
But more than such sentiments, the cold is more severe. It keeps getting colder endlessly. It’s not that you can endure if you stop, but you should think that the pain gets worse.
There’s no end to it.
If I get even a little warmth, that feeling becomes slightly faint, and then it gets cold again.
Yes.
That’s why I can do anything for warmth.
If Hyunkeshuni does something bad to me, I really don’t know how I’ll treat her.
If she writes a proper book?
Hyunkeshuni is free.
Because I said I wouldn’t take her warmth if she writes the book. I keep my promises.
To make a contract, there needs to be trust that this person can’t lie, whether by law or power. If I lie, the trust that barely exists immediately turns negative.
In other words, it means that if I lose the already scarce trust, no one will attempt to contract with me.
They say you get soaked by drizzle, right?
Once you lie in one world, and then what?
Since I’ve done it once, since there are many worlds anyway.
So what if all worlds become like that?
Cutting open the belly of the goose that lays golden eggs is a foolish act. Even if that patience is really terribly painful, if you’re destined to starve to death without the golden eggs, you have to grit your teeth and endure.
So I prevent it in advance.
“Hyunkeshuni.”
“What is it?”
Irritation seeps through Hyunkeshuni’s tone. It seems to be because I poked her when I was bored.
Hehe.
You’re doing very well. Get irritated like that, and realize that you’re fine even when you get irritated.
I’ll torment you and then do nothing when you show a negative reaction, until you feel like you can do anything.
Of course, I’ll have to adjust so you don’t go crazy from stress.
Originally, people who torment others often lack awareness that they’re tormenting, so I need to be careful.
Especially if intelligence is low.
The function of thinking from others’ perspectives requires more intelligence than you’d think. It’s like how animals with low intelligence can’t recognize themselves even when they see their reflection in a mirror.
Cognitive ability to distinguish between self and others.
Predictive ability to imagine the consequences of one’s actions.
Empathy to think from others’ perspectives.
You can’t do any of these if you lack intelligence.
For someone not very smart like me, it’s difficult to analyze people immediately upon seeing them. But I have a masterpiece collection of unfortunate people.
They say the numbers of happiness are few, but the numbers of misfortune are countless, right?
The most resigned and despairing person could be called a masterpiece.
Using that, I examine Hyunkeshuni’s state meticulously.
While doing so, poke poke.
Then Hyunkeshuni gets irritated, gets angry.
But if I don’t get irritated, her sense of crisis will go down.
And that’s how it should be after writing the book.
What if Hyunkeshuni has other thoughts and continues to interfere with my summoning?
The contract exchanged writing the book and not taking her warmth. These two things.
If she writes a proper book and then tries to kill blessed people and prevent my summoning like she’s done so far, I don’t have the power to stop her.
I shouldn’t think that even if I die from too much torment, I’ll definitely make her pay.
But if I do nothing, and Hyunkeshuni moves to prepare countermeasures against me, I’ll regret it.
So I stick close to her, smile brightly, and occasionally poke her cheek or side while telling her to write quickly.
“How did you endure the past half year with such an impatient personality?”
Finally, Hyunkeshuni broke her writing instrument, glared at me, and asked back. It’s very funny to see the expression that comes out after she speaks, as if she just realized something.
So I decided to speak the truth.
“Do you think I could be at ease when I was summoned into the middle of a pseudo-religion that kills people to summon death gods?”
At my words, she looks at me with an expression that says “What nonsense is this monster child spouting?” No, I understand but.
Still, I told Hyunkeshuni before that I was once human, right?
I have human-like perspectives too.
“You say such things after deceiving Yasle and stealing his knowledge in the end. Do you think I’ll be fooled?”
“When have I ever lied?”
“Lying is a human privilege.”
That’s not really the case.
There are actually many animals that deceive other animals by imitating appearances. But I don’t say that deliberately. Because if I say that, it would be like confessing that I deceived others.
Instead, I’ll poke like this.
“It was Hyunkeshuni who gave the name outer god.”
I say it once more.
It’s all your responsibility.
Hyunkeshuni frowned.
And she opened her hand and threw away the shattered writing instrument she was holding, brought a spare writing instrument, and started writing the book again.
Silence.
After writing the book for a while, Hyunkeshuni opened her mouth.
“What kind of plan are you making this time?”
She threw a proper question.
That’s right. Hyunkeshuni is a coward, but she’s not stupid.
“I’m making plans to get more warmth. I’m still very cold.”
So I explained truthfully.
From beginning to end, my purpose hasn’t changed. During the time in the Future Hope Church, I was silent because it was dangerous if I didn’t stay silent, and now I speak because it’s okay to speak.
And I watch through the king’s eyes as the king meets someone called the high priest of the Holy Spirit Religion in the distant royal castle and talks about my treatment.
It seems I won’t be able to stay here for long.
I need to conquer Hyunkeshuni a little faster.
I placed my hand on top of Hyunkeshuni’s hand.
She doesn’t flinch anymore.
There’s training where you give frequent stimuli to a puppy so that later it responds calmly no matter what happens.
Hehe.
“But I said I won’t take your warmth, right?”
Hyunkeshuni raised her hand to make a gesture meaning a curse, then moved her writing instrument again.
The desensitization training is successful.