The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 238: Unfortunately, I got attached to it (3)

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I can’t predict the future with my head, but I can analyze the present. If I assume that my analysis could be wrong at any time, this is just a game.

I wait for the future when the Harvesters will send me warmth, all the while passing the time with this little amusement.

The fourth world is currently in spring.

In other words, a considerable amount of time has passed since I arrived here.

But my situation hasn’t really changed much.

Sometimes, the blindfold is removed, and I turn the experimental humans in front of me into Harvesters. And after that, I’m immersed in pleasure.

It’s very monotonous.

It makes me wonder if this is really how the devil has fallen.

Has something else happened?

Mocking a senior who was the first to enter another vessel and lost their flavor, I reflect on the dissatisfaction that has been building up lately.

I make fewer Harvesters.

When I make Harvesters, I just experiment on them briefly and discard them.

But the supply of test subjects to turn into Harvesters is gradually decreasing.

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What is the wizard thinking?

The wizard.

It’s been about a month since I arrived in the fourth world.

In that time, I’ve learned a few things about the wizard.

His name is something like Zeber Ibn [unintelligible].

The reason I don’t know his full name is that he stopped speaking halfway through saying it. From what I heard, he’s from a family of wizards.

In the first or third world, wizards were just like experts, but in the fourth world, there’s an ideology that only noble people can use magic.

Apparently, he was able to gather experimental subjects far too easily.

The wizard was part of the privileged class.

And the ones I thought were clones weren’t just simple copies of humans, but artificially created humans.

Apparently, the Harvesters, which are thought to be the prototype of these creations, were the reason Bardrol didn’t react to their faces.

It wasn’t really their own faces.

But it seems like Bardrol was used as material. That’s why the contract was continuing.

By the way, Bardrol was originally a warrior. A warrior skilled with the sickle, but she became a slave after being framed for crimes she didn’t commit, due to her ignorance of politics.

She didn’t just become a laborer, but a toy.

If you think about what the Empress did to her concubine in the faded memories, it’s easy to understand.

She was in a terrible state, close to death, and had fallen near the surface. Luckily, the timing of our meeting was just right. So, instead of exploding, she became a Harvester.

Having been mentally broken for so long, she accepted a lot of the memories from Yasle. With those memories, she became a wizard and sought revenge.

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After completing her revenge and being overwhelmed with joy, she was suddenly killed and sent me warmth before disappearing.

This wasn’t in another city of the same country, but from a completely different country, so even though Bardrol’s memories were there, it was hard to recognize that it was from the world she lived in.

And her death seems to be related to this wizard, Zeber.

He examined my memories and said that the memories weren’t recorded in my brain.

In other words, it means there’s a technique to extract memories. I suspect the metal needle lodged in my head is responsible for that.

And that could have been done to Bardrol as well.

That’s why Yasle’s magic was used, and he figured me out.

Taking advantage of the situation, he also used her body to make the woman I called a clone.

That’s probably why the contract with the clone was completed.

Moreover, I’ve learned a lot about this clone too. Well, since she’s not the original, I guess you could call her a Chimera?

Anyway, there are different types of Chimeras.

First, the ones doing menial tasks. They wear a brass-colored necklace, and their estimated lifespan is about seven years.

Their intelligence isn’t very high, and they can’t use magic at all.

Zeber treats them like consumables.

Then there are the ones who take care of children.

There are three of them, each with their own names. They wear silver necklaces and can use magic. They’re quite intelligent, and unlike the consumables, they have personalities.

By the way, the children are not normal children but are artificially created children. A mixture of demons or gods. In addition, there are even young Chimeras.

It’s unclear whether they’re just a control group or if they serve the same purpose as the named Chimeras, but like the teaching Chimeras, they have personalities.

Next are the ones working in the laboratory.

They’re similar to the consumables but wear bronze-colored necklaces. It’s said that their lifespan is about 30 years, which is longer than the ones doing menial tasks.

These are the ones who mostly become Harvesters.

But sometimes, the Chimera Harvesters are disassembled and examined, so they seem to be just tools.

And finally.

Zeber has a Chimera he calls an assistant. He clearly has a special attachment to this one, as it wears a necklace with a gem on it.

It’s funny how he makes a puppet that only listens to his words and shows attachment to it.

The Chimera Zeber calls his assistant is more capable than the other Chimeras. It can use magic, is quite intelligent, and has a real personality.

Of course, compared to an ordinary person, it’s still lacking, but it definitely has emotions.

Consumables have little to no emotion.

One day, while watching someone’s amusement park.

“Hey, isn’t the Purple God’s abdomen smaller?” Zeber said, sounding confused, though he was disappointed that he didn’t bring a person to turn into a Harvester.

By the way, the Purple God is me.

I didn’t know they’d name me by color.

But my abdomen shrinking... Could it have decayed?

The sound of footsteps drew near, and a cold metallic object touched my stomach. I couldn’t see what they were doing since it was in a spot where the Chimera Harvester couldn’t see. Soon, it fell, and Zeber’s shout rang out.

“Bring me all the biological data from when this was installed!”

The Chimera inside hurriedly moved and came back with a long sheet of paper.

Then, slap.

The Chimera who brought the paper was slapped by Zeber and fell to the floor.

“You’ve only had one seed since summoning! Didn’t I tell you to report immediately if something was wrong? What have you been doing until now without reporting this problem? How could you not notice something so simple? Trash!”

Zeber shouted angrily at the Chimera.

The Chimera, still lying on the floor, tried to get up but couldn’t. It seems something got damaged when it was slapped earlier.

Zeber, shouting for a long time, stomped on the Chimera lying on the floor and broke its leg, then said to another nearby Chimera:

“Grind this up in the crusher, and bring me the surgical tools. Immediately.”

The Chimera disappeared, dragging the one on the floor, and a Chimera Harvester approached Zeber with surgical tools in hand.

Zeber approached me, holding the tools, and called the assistant. Then, he gave the assistant some instructions, and the assistant immediately manipulated the machine.

I could see something injected near the neck, probably an anesthetic.

Of course, since I don’t feel sensations through the central nervous system, it didn’t affect me.

Zeber, wearing gloves and a mask, adjusted my position so my abdomen faced up.

Then, with a large knife, he cut open my stomach. The pain of my abdomen being sliced open hit me as the cold steel exposed my insides.

Then, he inserted the knife into my intestines where the baby was, slicing it.

Squelch.

As the intestines split, the liquid inside splattered. Was it amniotic fluid?

Ssss.

“Gaaaah!”

When the liquid splashed out and touched my skin, it smoked and started to rise. Zeber screamed. Hmm? Wasn’t amniotic fluid supposed to be that acidic?

The assistant hurriedly came over and wiped Zeber’s cheek. Zeber cursed for a while, then ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) replaced his gloves with thicker ones and came back to continue cutting my insides.

“What is this?”

The Chimera Harvester’s eyes also scanned my insides.

Inside, there was thick liquid.

Zeber put his hand into the murky liquid and pulled out some white, root-like clumps, which looked like tangled wood roots. He said:

“You crazy monster. You didn’t grow a fetus, you digested it?”

He spoke with disgust, as if facing something horrifying, pulling on the root-like clumps.

“This isn’t the placenta and umbilical cord. This is a digestive organ that grew to absorb nutrients.”

He carefully examined the starting point of the roots and cut them. After inspecting the cross-section, he pulled out the clumps of white stones tangled in the wood-like roots and placed them on a nearby tray.

Then, he continued to reach into my intestines.

Muttering terms like “This is not the endometrial lining, but the stomach wall,” he examined my insides, saying that the shape was the same, but the structure had changed.

He then used a machine to clean out my insides and stitched me up.

Indeed.

It wasn’t decay, it was digestion. The human body is fascinating. Or maybe it’s because I’m inside it.

He continued cursing while dissecting the digestive organs I called the wood-like roots. Then, through his mumbling, I realized what the white stones tangled inside were.

They were half-melted bones.

Skull fragments, shoulder bones, and the remains of hip bones. Muttering these, Zeber cursed in disgust.

Of course, reabsorbing the fetus inside me seemed horrendous, but I know that in the natural world, it’s a somewhat common occurrence.

Many creatures stop reproducing to preserve their own life when the mother is in danger.

Compared to that, isn’t Zeber, who creates hybrid creatures at will, more horrifying and disgusting?

But instead of mentioning it, I stayed silent as if I couldn’t think, knowing that it would lead to a better outcome.

Hehe.