Infinite Evolution Hunter - Chapter 230

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230
Dominions ordered me to pull weeds, and celestial melodies flooded my ears.
Information streamed into my mind just as it had when I was born from the Spring—knowledge of Heaven’s structure.
Souls that crossed the Waterfall of Souls but failed to become angels have their memories erased by the angels.
Stripped of memory, souls gradually lose their former shapes and transform into simple, rounded orbs.
Depending on their size, these souls settle into the flora and fauna of Heaven.
Since souls weathered on Earth, they absorb Heaven’s overflowing light and fragments of damaged souls to repair themselves.
Once sufficiently restored, souls condense like dew upon tree leaves and fruit. When harvested and sent to Earth, they inhabit newly born life.
It felt like watching a well-made educational video, and if I were truly an angel, this knowledge would have been invaluable for my work.
I’d have to research this with Jae-in once I rescued her.
Heaven’s system ran smoothly, but problems existed. One of them was the weeds.
Black grass grew among the verdant meadows. These were the weeds I needed to pull, corrupted by demonic energy rising from the Demon Realm.
The world containing Heaven and the Demon Realm was a colossal sphere. Its interior was divided vertically—the upper portion was Heaven, the lower was the Demon Realm.
When demonic energy filled the Demon Realm, it surged upward into Heaven like this. Conversely, when Heaven’s light overflowed, it descended into the Demon Realm.
The weeds corrupted Heaven’s souls, but my priority wasn’t pulling weeds—it was searching for Jae-in’s soul.
I examined the ground while simultaneously observing Angelus and the souls clinging to the meadow. Perhaps Jae-in’s soul was among them.
However, the dew clinging to the grass was minuscule. Such souls would become small plants or animals on Earth, never a human—certainly not Jae-in.
The only beings nearby with potential to be Jae-in were the angels themselves, but they possessed bodies crafted from ground souls at the Spring, making it impossible to discern the human soul at their core.
It was like trying to match the size and brightness of a single bulb among a hundred glowing lights.
To observe more carefully, I approached the nearest Angelus.
I crawled slowly across the ground, when Archangelus turned his gaze toward me.
I immediately stopped moving and pretended to search for weeds.
As I pondered what to do, the angels in the adjacent section finished their tasks.
“Wait for the next assignment.”
The Archangelus who issued the command departed, and the angels sat motionless, taking their rest.
Ah, so if rest is granted after finishing work, the faster I complete it, the sooner I’m done.
I grasped the weed before me and pulled. Its roots formed the shape of a person writhing in agony, limbs twisted in torment.
“Screeeeeeee!!!”
As I tore it free, a sickening shriek erupted—the kind of sound that would plague an ordinary person with nightmares for days.
Though deeply irritating, it was bearable for me.
To begin work in earnest, I cracked my knuckles and neck, loosening my body.
Handling an angel’s body wasn’t fundamentally different from manipulating a spirit form, so I was confident I could move better than these newly-born angels of my rank.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”
With superior dynamic vision surpassing any angel here, I identified weed locations and bulldozed forward, grasping and uprooting them. As my hands grew accustomed, my speed accelerated.
A trail of weeds’ screams followed in my wake.
Above my head, I saw Archangelus’s blade descending at a yawn-inducingly slow speed.
Crack!
Yet I didn’t dodge. I was Tier 9 and he was Tier 8. The angels’ command hierarchy was absolute—if I evaded, my lack of brainwashing would be exposed.
“Ugh…”
In my original body, it wouldn’t have hurt, but in this angel’s form, the impact was considerable.
“Look behind you. The roots remain, don’t they? If you don’t pull out the roots entirely, they’ll grow back. Your abilities and passion aren’t poor, so I won’t discard you, but there won’t be a second chance.”
“…Yes.”
I rubbed my head and turned to look back.
Indeed, as he said, many of the weeds’ roots hadn’t been completely uprooted—they were snapped off midway.
The ones with their waists severed were already gruesome enough, writhing about, making them even more repulsive.
Pulling them out by hand would take forever, and I had no other method while needing to search without drawing attention.
I concentrated my soul in my hands, sharpened it keenly, dug into the earth, and carefully extracted the roots without damaging them. As a result, I had to endure every scream directly.
If what I’d extracted so meticulously were ginseng or a precious item, there’d be some sense of accomplishment, but since it was only horrifying demonic weeds, my motivation crumbled.
I subtly pulled weeds while approaching other Angelus beings one by one, examining each carefully.
“What… what is it?”
When I stared directly at their face, the Angelus flinched and retreated backward. This one wasn’t it.
There were countless Angelus beings in Heaven, so finding Jae-in would take an eternity, but fortunately, time flowed far more slowly in Heaven than on Earth.
I’d entrusted Earth to Eres, Marbas, and Valefor to prevent a recurrence of the catastrophe that occurred on Mars, so at minimum, a disaster of that scale shouldn’t happen again.
After working for quite some time, the sack became filled with weeds. Whether it was specially crafted or not, the demonic energy didn’t leak out.
“Let’s go burn them. Carry this and follow me.”
One of the Dominions commanded me. There were many Angelus beings, not to mention Archangelus, yet he specifically ordered me.
Following him while carrying the sack, I saw a golden ring the size of a person.
Countless rays of light from Heaven filled the inside of the ring, obscuring what lay beyond.
“This is…”
“A new-model incinerator. Throw the weeds in.”
When I threw the demonic weeds into that ring of light, they burned without leaving even dust.
“Is it believable that before this was made, angels used to shoot light one by one to burn them?”
“Is that so?”
I wasn’t interested.
Days passed pulling weeds. As I gained the knack for it, my speed at extracting weeds increased.
The other Angelus beings, brainwashed and moving without any thoughts, showed no progress, but I was thinking—that was the difference.
Once I finished pulling quickly, the angels showed no interest in what I did.
I casually walked through Heaven, observing the souls of Angelus beings.
Angelus and Archangelus became somewhat visible when I approached, but beyond that, the light was too intense to recognize anything.
All I could do was hope that Jae-in dwelled in a fruit or the body of a lower-ranking angel.
However, at this pace, even if time flowed slowly in Heaven, it would take far too long.
I accelerated the pace of the weeding work.
“You there.”
The Dominions who usually singled me out for errands called me.
I wondered if I’d gone too fast—if my identity had been exposed. But if it had been, they wouldn’t have spoken to me; they would have tried to behead me.

“Follow me.”
I lifted my head and followed as he led the way.
“Enter.”
We arrived at a Spring I had never seen before.
I wondered what he had in mind, but when I saw an Archangelus burst forth from the Spring, I realized this was a promotion pool.
“I was impressed by your work ethic and dedication, so I personally recommended you.”
“Thank you.”
With a promotion, I would be able to perceive Angelus more easily than before. Since I had no intention of resisting at this point anyway, I threw myself into the Spring.
It was the same as when I had transformed into an Angel. The Spring water, composed of particles of light, enveloped my body. It was warm, yet carried the oppressive sensation of Heaven itself.
As the Spring water pushed me upward and I emerged, my form had transformed from Angelus to Archangelus. Still bearing the featureless appearance of an Angel, identical to all the others.
A sword and shield were fastened at my waist.
“You’ve become somewhat useful. Let’s return.”
As we walked back, Dominions clicked his tongue at the working Angels around us.
“Frustrating creatures. How do they expect to meet the timeline like this?”
“Sir?”
“What do you mean ‘sir’? Don’t you understand? Dimensions keep fragmenting, and soul production can’t keep pace.”
“I’m afraid I don’t comprehend, sir.”
“You’re a bit deficient. Sometimes defective units slip through with incomplete information sharing. Don’t worry. I won’t have you disposed of.”
“…Thank you.”
“When a world fragments, doesn’t the number of lives double?”
“But wouldn’t souls also be duplicated?”
“True. However, newly born lives in fragmented worlds must receive their souls from Heaven.”
“Ah. So the more worlds fragment, the more new lives are born.”
I finally understood why Heaven was helping the Manager eliminate fragmented worlds.
“Exactly. But when all the work is done so clumsily by hand, how can we possibly keep pace?”
Just as Dominions said, everything from pulling weeds to other heavenly tasks was done entirely by manual labor.
“Then, what should be done?”
“Are you curious?”
“…Yes.”
I wasn’t particularly curious, but since Dominions—an Angel far above my rank—had commanded it, I simply nodded obediently.
“Follow me.”
Dominions led me to a small house nestled deep within the Forest.
Inside were all manner of contraptions and devices. Among them was the new incinerator I had seen earlier.
“I didn’t know you had made this yourself.”
“I conducted extensive experiments to create it.”
Dominions proudly displayed his inventions, including the incinerator.
“With this hoe alone, you can pull weeds efficiently, and with this axe, rotten wood falls in one stroke. Rather than distributing absurdly large pouches, making smaller ones and distributing them minimizes travel distance.”
“These are…souls?”
The tools were made from compressed souls.
“Correct. Since souls are the only material available here, I made them from souls.”
“It appears to be mixed with demonic energy.”
Black streaks ran through the tool in scattered places.
“I mixed it in. Pure soul alone lacks sufficient strength. When I blended in a bit of demonic energy, it became much more durable.”
He loved innovation and crafted hoes without hesitation. An angel who uses whatever is available, even demonic energy. Could this be Jae-in?
But was Jae-in’s soul powerful enough to be born as a Fourth-Tier Angel?
I leaned in close and stared at his face intently, as if trying to bore holes through it.
“What? Do I have something on my face?”
“Ah, that’s… It looks convenient, so I was curious why no one uses it.”
I forced the conversation in a different direction.
“You’re different from ordinary angels.”
“…”
“Relax. I’m not an ordinary angel either, so I have no right to blame you. Why aren’t my creations used? Because they weren’t adopted. They say working by hand is God’s will. It took a long time for even a single incinerator to be approved.”
“They seem useful.”
“Right?! I liked you from the moment I first saw you. I’ll give you this.”
Dominions handed me a small pouch.
“Now, go. I’m busy.”
It seemed highly likely that this angel was Jae-in, but Dominions’ soul was buried beneath a thick corporeal form, making it impossible to confirm no matter how close I got.
To verify, I would have had to split open that angel’s body.
Should I subdue this angel now? Or should I retreat for now?

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