The Outer God Needs Warmth

Yeah.

It's hard.

No, seriously, they’ve made a road on a sheer cliff at a weird angle, and without a special magic key, you have to wind your way up the mountain, fighting all kinds of monsters before you can finally reach the top.

I know the special magic, but for me, who can’t use magic, that’s like a pie in the sky.

Well, there’s a reasonable reason for it, like in a game.

First, Maleficent.@@novelbin@@

She has no friends.

Her personality is set to be bad from birth, so she’s naturally evil. Her entire race is made that way.

On top of that, she never had the chance to learn social skills because she was never scolded or shaped by anyone, so she stayed sharp and unchanged.

But that’s not loneliness of the weak, it’s the arrogance of the strong, so she’s the complete opposite of me.

Me?

A monster who has nothing left but to surrender to torture and make life easier? Surprisingly, I still have my intellect, so I’ve learned that mindless action leads to a dead end, and now I desperately cling to patience.

If eating is the act of acquiring what is needed to live, then warmth is like a meal.

If we assume that, then I’m eating a disciplined meal, like a Buddhist monk’s set meal.

I’m healthy, but sometimes, I want to taste something like a hamburger or a pizza wrapped up in violence, something full of calories.

That’s why I sneakily make Harvesters.