Victoria’s perspective of me is full of Sooh's image.

But it’s not entirely just Sooh’s likeness. Oddly, there’s a trace of Choseol’s appearance mixed in as well.

After all, what Sooh left behind was the phrase Sooh Sim Gong Choseol (Sooh’s martial art, Choseol). It wouldn't be strange if Choseol’s image was interwoven with that.

But I still don’t understand why Sooh left something like this. I didn’t even know about this technique at all before.

Victoria approaches me. She’s a little taller than I am.

“Five feet? No, about three inches shorter. You’ve really shrunk, huh?”

“Seems like it. This is what being human is like.”

Technically, the body itself is a monster’s body. The vessel is still the same. But because it never truly lived, it feels more like a lump of clay.@@novelbin@@

“You said you didn’t want to go home. What would you do if we split up here?”

How?

“Just live on.”

Since I can mimic human form, blending in among humans isn’t a big deal. At least, judging by Victoria’s memories, there’s never been a harvest cycle here.

So, in the third world, with purple hair, the chances of being killed are slim.

The goal is to extend the harvest cycle, build a closed-off cult, and try to get in touch with influential people.

But this time, it's not about an already established religion—it’s a completely new one I have to build.

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