The Outer God Needs Warmth Chapter 23

Evening: Hyungkeshni’s Return

As evening fell, Hyungkeshni returned, carrying an assortnt of undergarnts. Who knows where she gathered them from?

Of course, I recognized most of them. After all, how many lights have I licked in this world? It’s impossible for not to know.

I tried on the various undergarnts she brought, but unfortunately, most didn’t fit properly.

After trying several, the tightness around my chest made uncomfortable. Hyungkeshni, after glancing down at her own chest and letting out a small sigh, approached and touched the white dress I was wearing.

She fiddled with it for a mont, lightly tugging at the hem and even pulling a thread loose with her nail, before asking a question.

“Can’t you make your own clothes like this dress?”

Ah, right. That option does exist. After all, the dress I’m wearing now is sothing I made.

I set down the undergarnts and pushed myself inward.

Cracks ford across my skin, revealing a black void beneath as tendrils of dark purple mist began to seep out. I had avoided ddling with this too recklessly before, but this situation felt different.

I extended my finger into the mist, testing it. But it didn’t go all the way in—instead, I felt the sensation of flesh.

It seems the cracks aren’t literal after all.

Still, isn’t it a bit much for Hyungkeshni to demand that I try this and then bolt away the mont the mist starts seeping out?

She could learn a thing or two from Joanna, who sat nearby, calmly observing.

Joanna, sitting unbothered nearby, served as a stark contrast. Inspired by her composure, I refocused my efforts on creating the clothing.

But instead of forming garnts, the mist simply swirled lazily in the air.

Am I doing this wrong?

I grabbed one of the undergarnts in my hand. How had I made the dress I’m currently wearing? I recalled it from mory. That’s the key—it’s not about the tangible item in front of .

I needed to focus on a different elent.

Not what I was creating, but how I had made it appear.

Yes.

I’m now wearing undergarnts perfectly adjusted to my size. Of course, the ones I was holding in my hands remained unchanged.

I figured it out. It’s not about creating sothing new. The mist doesn’t generate objects—it alters the world to make things appear as though they were always there.

The world changes to accommodate what I expect to exist.

Should I try sothing else now?

For instance, there’s an item I haven’t held in a long ti but feel I shouldn’t be without.

I declared that my phone was in my hand.

Crack.

The sound of shattering glass echoed as black fissures spread across my palm.

“What are you doing?!”

Hyungkeshni shouted from a distance. Her body absorbed a bluish light, and a transparent barrier ford around her.

A protective shield?

Hyungkeshni can do as she pleases, but I was more disappointed that I couldn’t grasp the phone in my hand. I felt so close to achieving it.

So very close.

Crack.

No, I can almost touch it.

But the harder I try, the larger the cracks on the void above my palm grow, as if they’re unable to bear the weight of my efforts. At this rate, the space itself might shatter, like glass struck by a heavy stone.

What a pity.

If I can’t hold it, I have to let it go.

As I relaxed my grip, the black lines spreading outward from my palm gradually healed, vanishing as though they had never existed.

In the end, the cracks disappeared entirely, leaving nothing in my hand.

Perhaps it’s impossible to create complex objects—or maybe it’s just that objects from another world can’t exist here. Either way, it’s clear I shouldn’t attempt this recklessly.

While the cracks on the surface are gone, I can sense through an indescribable awareness that the area remains fragile.

Am I truly that heavy?

The cold sea I inhabit certainly feels heavy. But that place is strange—a limitless ocean under an infinite night sky, dotted with countless stars.

Or perhaps I simply can’t see what lies beyond.

There are many possibilities.

But one thing is certain—I’m heavy.

I’ll reflect on this further when I return to the sea. For now, I gestured to Hyungkeshni, who was watching nervously from behind her barrier.

“It’s done. I can’t create complex objects, Hyungkeshni.”

“If you’re going to pull stunts like that, warn in advance.”

Hyungkeshni let her transparent barrier dissipate, though a faint dark-blue mist lingered around her.

I couldn’t tell whether she was still on guard against or if the mist was simply residue from her spell.

I can’t read her thoughts precisely, but I can interpret her expressions.

She approached with a hesitant, uneasy smile—still afraid of but forcing herself to act.

Pointing at , she said, “First, put on so proper clothes. Are you planning to stay like that in just your underwear?”

I shook my head and changed into sothing more comfortable—simple pajamas that Rebecca Rolf often wore.

“Ah…”

A soft sigh of regret escaped from nearby. Turning to look, I saw Joanna staring wistfully at my outfit.

Why is she looking at like that?

At that mont, Hyungkeshni let out a sound that was half-laugh, half-scoff. When Joanna and I both turned to look at her, she stared at Joanna and said:

“Joanna, if you start thinking of Rebecca like she’s your child, you’re going to regret it later—deeply.”

A child? I studied Joanna’s expression. She looked wistful, but I didn’t see any hint of maternal feelings.

“I do not view Lady Rebecca that way, Miss Hyungkeshni.”

See? Even Joanna says so.

Hyungkeshni stared at Joanna for a mont, her gaze sharp.

“Then it’s fine. Consider it just a warning, Joanna Smith. Don’t forget that this being inhabiting a human body is an outer god.”

Hyungkeshni’s words were true. I am indeed inhabiting a human body. Once, I was human—but I am no longer.

Huh?

“An outer god?”

? In what way?

I pointed to myself and looked at Hyungkeshni, who flinched as though caught doing sothing she shouldn’t have.

Avoiding my gaze, she mumbled an explanation.

“I needed sothing to call you. So I nad you Outer God, aning a god from beyond this world.”

“An Outer God? I am not a god.”

Yes. If I hadn’t heard her, I might have let it slide, but having heard it, I needed to refute it.

I am truly not a god. I don’t lie—it’s my principle. I’m neither omniscient nor omnipotent.

As a supposed god, I lack many qualities.

“If you say so, then I’ll take your word for it. However, now that this has co up, I have to ask—do you have a god?”

Hyungkeshni wasn’t speaking to Rebecca Rolf but directly to . A god? Once, I did. Back when I was human, I followed a religion.

Of course, it wasn’t a fanatical one like the religions of those around here, but it was a common one, sothing I believed in.

But not anymore.

It dissolved into the soundless screams, disappearing into the dark, cold sea that consud it.

So my answer was simple.

“No.”

I answered clearly—there is no such thing.

“I see. In that case, there’s no issue in calling you an Outer God.”

Wait, how does that follow?

“I am not a god.”

“Perhaps not in your own understanding. But from our perspective, you are akin to one, especially if you claim to have no god yourself.”

So does that an every atheist is a god?

The question hovered on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed it. It’s best not to speak as though I’m wise, especially not yet.

But Outer God, huh.

I understand the aning behind the term.

They’re not referring to so eldritch deity of madness from a fake mythology. Judging by the nuance, it’s closer to the term alien. And no, I’m not an Englishman in New York.

The word alien simply ans outsider.

In that sense, there’s nothing I can dispute. It’s a term that conveys the intent to reject perpetually, and while that’s botherso, the fact remains—I am an outsider.

“Or is there a reason you reject being called a god?”

Her question made pause.

Why do I feel such an urge to deny it?

I still…

don’t fully…

know.

Yes. In that case, I have no reason.

“There’s no reason.”

“Then we’ll call you that. The naless Outer God.”

So that’s how it’s going to be.

Still, it’s better than being called Krssaksshibal, which sounds like a curse word.

I can faintly sense their reasoning.

“Do you dislike being called Rebecca Rolf?”

“That’s the na of the body you inhabit. For now, we’re calling you Rebecca, but it’s a human na, after all.”

Fair enough. It’s the na of the girl who was abducted by the Future Hope Sect and t an untily end.

The na belongs to the body I’m using, not to .

Fine. If that’s how it is.

If they insist.

I’ll accept the na Outer God.

“Yes, that’s fine. From now on, use that term to refer to , Hyungkeshni.”

Hyungkeshni blinked at , then cautiously backed away, her face plastered with a smile.

In other words, a face filled with fear.

Of course, I have no intention of spreading madness to others, nor do I plan to adopt descriptors like indescribable or unnaable.

Honestly, I wouldn’t even know how to go about doing such things. I’m not particularly clever.

My logic is quite simple.

I need warmth.

“So, Hyungkeshni, do you have any requests for the Outer God standing before you?”

After all, isn’t that what gods are for? To ask for sothing? If not, no matter how strong they are, they’d simply be called monsters.

But Hyungkeshni shook her head.

Hmph.

Fine. An opportunity lost.

Perhaps I should turn to Joanna, who’s conveniently nearby?

“What about you, Joanna? If I were a god, what would you wish for?”

Joanna pondered for a mont before making her wish.

“Please eat more. You’re eating far too little these days.”

Oh. That?

Hmm. Hmm. Hmmmmm.

“I… I’ll try.”

Eating too much makes uncomfortable, though…

Joanna, satisfied with my response, nodded with a content expression. Hyungkeshni, anwhile, stared at her blankly, as though in disbelief. I pretended not to notice—it annoyed .

Calling an Outer God. How could they say sothing so rude!