The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 240: Unfortunately, I got attached to it (5)

The third world’s winter is almost over.

This means that the time to return to the Royal Academy is drawing near.

Surprisingly, Victoria has decided to come back to the capital. Morris and Beatrice worked hard to persuade her.

It would have been better to just give up and live there, but...

Regardless of my thoughts on the matter, it seems she will come up when school starts again.

By the way, interesting tools have started being sold in the capital.

These tools use life force.

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They’re tools infused with Daegon’s techniques.

These tools don’t have the sensation of mana being absorbed from the surroundings like the conventional power devices. In other words, it means that it’s hard to detect even when wind-up machines are used.

Even now, if wind-up machines are used carelessly, rioters will invade. Once a grudge is created, it’s not easy to erase.

And even if it seems illogical when viewed from a rational standpoint, if society recognizes it as evil, then it becomes something that can be done.

So, tools that can be used by bypassing this have begun to be sold secretly.

What’s more, these tools are much more effective than the ones Morris created.

It’s only natural since they’ve brought in more advanced world technology. But that’s precisely where the problem lies.

The problem arises because they copied someone else’s work.

To reach that level of technology, they skipped the necessary steps. As a result, they were unable to learn many things that should have been learned in the process.

For example, the safety feature that stops when life force drops below a certain level, a safety technique that is added after absorbing blood.

Honestly, I expected Daegon’s technology to bloom in Vern City.

So much of what had been built up until now is crumbling, and the impoverished people who decided to survive by only protecting themselves will throw away all ethics and develop brutal techniques.

That’s what I thought.

But, Vern City ended up adopting the technique of the Primitive Celestial Being. It’s not that Daegon’s technology didn’t come out there.

They saw two types of technology and chose the Primitive Celestial Being’s.

Does this mean they grew from painful past experiences?

But, their closed-off nature remains, so I’m not sure what will happen in the future. From what I know, closed-off groups tend to collapse and deteriorate easily.

I wonder how it will turn out.

The two places I’m interested in are heading in such a direction.

And, overall, the harvesters have integrated well into society. Ordinary people also improve in both body and mind once they become harvesters.

It’s not strange for exceptional humans to rise to the top, is it?

The harvesters, who began their work relatively early, are climbing to high positions, surpassing those around them.

Moreover, during this past winter, many people died.

A lot of vacancies were created, and the harvesters quickly filled those spots.

Now, they just need to marry and have children.

If one side is a harvester, their children must be under contract with me. And the transformation into a harvester is inherited.

Their skin is as white as mine, and their hair is purple.

By the third generation, it becomes a bit lighter.

However, it’s not guaranteed. There aren’t that many harvesters who have made it to the third generation, so it’s not certain. The traits of the harvester might suddenly become stronger in the next generation.

Including the first world, there weren’t that many people who made it to the third generation. But in this world, I feel like we will be able to see several generations.

And the future that seems possible has arrived, and I’m happy about it.

Oh, and one more thing.

The place where the wind-up knight school used to be has now become a memorial park. A harvester who worked there as a construction worker knows the details.

Inside, there’s a graveyard, and a small museum has been built to show what happened there.

Surprisingly, it only lists the facts.

In a monarchy, they could have easily omitted any bad facts about themselves, but ahead of that, a big corporation did this, causing the wind-up machines to break, which led to an economic downturn. It’s written down exactly as it happened. When the situation worsened, the rioters attacked the wind-up knight school to release their anger.

And the day after the incident, photographs of the bodies Victoria had gathered and the execution of the ringleaders were displayed.

They really managed to stay neutral and just wrote it down like that.

Except for the minor fact that the people labeled as ringleaders weren’t actually the ringleaders.

They were just people who were unlucky enough to get caught.

They did become rioters, but they were simply swept up in the collective madness.

Such minor distortions exist.

That said, the country hasn’t completely given up on the wind-up machines.

Unfortunately, there are no high-ranking harvesters in public office. Princess Aurora and a few generals became harvesters, but they’re not involved in running the country.

But they don’t entirely ignore it. That’s the same reason I know what’s inside the memorial park.

Harvesters are strong in both power and stamina. They can make a lot of money even without special knowledge, working in places like construction sites. They also become my eyes and ears.

On the outskirts of the capital.

Near the military base.

Buildings are being constructed on the once empty land.

There are harvesters working there, and through them, I’ve heard what’s being made there.

The wind-up knight school.

They’ve moved the wind-up knight school that used to be in the center of the capital to the outskirts. They’ve set it up in a place where they can quickly move soldiers if something happens, to prevent such an event from happening again.

They’ve learned from the past.

Well, it makes sense. With such precautions, parents can send their children to dangerous places.

They’re trying to take the wind-up technology that way.

It would be too difficult to completely abandon wind-up machines and start from scratch, given how much civilization has been built on top of it.

Though it has sunk once, they seem to be planning to rebuild the wind-up machine civilization again.

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Daegon’s method replaces the faulty power device parts, and Vern City, which uses the Primitive Celestial Being’s method, also relies on wind-up machines as the foundation.

It’s not completely new; it’s just layered on top of existing technology.

It may diverge over time, but for now, that’s how it is.

While I try to guess the future, I stopped by a nearby store. By the way, the money arrived on the second day after I moved, along with a letter. It was quite a substantial sum, labeled as living expenses.

The letter was from King Hipion.

It was very flowery and long, but if you translate it, it says this: He’s sorry for moving me into such a small house and told me to reach out to this address if I have any difficulties.

So, I replied with thanks.

Anyway.

While I was shopping in the store, I was thinking about what would happen to my situation, how this country would change, and whether this world would become my automatic warmth harvesting place.

The body in the fourth world is currently in a very precarious state.

The third day.

All supply lines have been cut off.

There’s no nourishment coming through the tube inserted into my back or abdomen, they haven’t brought any harvesters for experimentation, and there’s no sign of the chimera who was in charge of me.

My body is drying up, and I’m wondering whether I should die and be regenerated outside when I suddenly hear the sound of a door opening at the lab in the distance.

Then, I hear several footsteps. Among them, a heavy set of footsteps stops right in front of me.

“Did you sleep well?”

It’s Jeber’s voice.

So, I recite the contract.

“You really have no personality. Is the violet god just a simple law? Are you too dumb to understand pain and pleasure, or do you not need intelligence?”

Jeber mutters.

Sorry, but I do have intelligence. I have a personality too. You should realize you have intelligence when you start asking for something. Not knowing this is... disappointing.

Or maybe you’ve already concluded that you’re not going to dig deeper, even if there’s a possibility?

Either way, you’re lacking in skill.

Ignoring Jeber, I hear the sounds of machines being operated. The clicking of something turning, the tapping of keys, and occasionally the sound of a pump working.

Soon, something enters me through a hose.

As soon as it enters, I can feel my cells going “Ah, this is it.” It’s nutrients.

An experiment, I guess?

Honestly, I don’t need Jeber’s knowledge. I have Daegon’s superior knowledge.

But I’m more interested in this world.

So, I’m praying to pull out a harvester who can go outside, but today, I hear strange footsteps.

Small sounds.

The weight is light. Did they bring an abducted child?

But since there’s no fearful breathing, it seems it’s not a child they brought from somewhere.

There’s a chimera harvester here who is diligently doing their job, so I can’t see which child it is.

This is frustrating.

“Daddy, is this okay?”

Then, I hear a soft voice.

Daddy?

“Yeah. Gina, use your telepathy to check that out.”

Oh, telepathy? The ability to read someone’s mind? That was when the chimera harvester finished their work and looked at Jeber, as if expecting the next command.

Next to Jeber, there’s a girl with red skin and horns {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} on her head. She’s not the same child who was with the three chimera I trained last time.

In other words, there are many specimens produced from the experiments.

With the horns and skin, did they mix her with demons? She has quite a classical appearance.

The girl called Gina walked toward me.

Then, she reached her hands out to me and closed her eyes.

“Mmm... Daddy! I think I need to touch it directly!”

With a lively voice, Gina spoke, and Jeber made the chimera manipulate my position. The chain connected to the severed arm loosened, and my upper body was lowered to the floor.

Then, Gina came close and placed her hands on top of my head.

Telepathy.

Can she read my thoughts?

“...War.”

I couldn’t feel anything, but Gina murmured quietly.

“What did you say?”

Jeber asked again. But Gina didn’t answer. Instead, her arms started to tremble.

From the chimera harvester’s perspective, it wasn’t just her arms shaking.

She was trembling all over.

“Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold.”

And she muttered the same word like a broken toy.

“Daddy, help me. It’s so cold. Help me. No. I don’t want it. It’s cold. It’s so cold!”

Suddenly, the girl sprang up and started running around, screaming that she was cold.

“Catch her now!”

I hear Jeber’s panicked shout from afar, and a chimera rushes toward Gina. The chimera quickly grabs her, and I see Gina trembling all over, now screaming instead of talking.

Then.

Her body caught fire.

The fire suddenly started, but the chimera’s response was perfect. It brought water from somewhere and doused her.

But the fire didn’t go out.

No, to be precise, the fire started from within her body. When you drill a hole in a wooden post and set it on fire, the outside may look fine, but inside it’s burning, and the same thing is happening. Already, red flames are flickering from inside her skin.

No matter how they try to deal with it, it’s useless.

Suddenly, the screaming stopped, and silence filled the air. Then, warmth entered me.

Amid the calm silence, I hear the sound of something burning, but soon, that too disappears. Only white ashes remain at the place where Gina was.

“Natural, ignition?”

Jeber muttered in a dazed voice.

Indeed. She escaped death by fleeing from the cold.

Cowardly.