I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

A cold blizzard swept across the land.

The malicious demon had manipulated the faithful, who had then been devoured by foreign blood. Above the remains of the torn-apart monstrosities, a fierce chill blanketed the scene, quieting their madness.

“Graaaahhh!”

From the collapsed ruins at the center, he roared.

Even after dealing with the demon behind everything, his twisted forepaw kept striking the empty space.

“Wooooaaa! Uwoooaaa!!”

Was the accompanying cry one of sorrow, or was it from the deep-seated pain within?

No, he just didn’t want to admit it.

At this moment, when he had destroyed his target of revenge without leaving a trace, he didn’t want to admit that he had nothing left.

He lost his home, his family, and after becoming a beast, even his kin, who had become his life’s purpose, were massacred.

Even the life of a beast he had resolved to live was no longer possible with his grotesque body.

In such a situation, what was left for him, who had even completed his revenge?

He had lost even the mission that once suppressed his pain and fury; with the object of his vengeance destroyed, what did he have left?

“Kwoooaaaar!”

No, it wasn’t over.

If it wasn’t over, then he had to keep moving. Driven by instinct, he sought some reason to act.

As long as the scent of the demon who had violated and killed his family still lingered…

Even if it was just dust, he could keep smashing it into smaller pieces.

-Hoooong.

Emotion accompanied his aimless battle, and spirits gathered around him, conjuring an intense cold wind in sympathy with his pain.

The greater his sorrow, the colder the wind became; the deeper his rage, the frost cut more viciously, tearing into the flesh of anyone who dared approach.

In this scene, only that icy calamity continued.

Even if his target was gone, until he could no longer catch its scent, the desolation would repeat infinitely across the land.

“Stop.”

But at that moment, a faint voice halted his hand, and the mouth that had roared closed, even if only momentarily.

Unable to ignore the voice, his gaze shifted, and he slowly turned toward it.

“Please, stay human…”

Ironically, all that was visible in his distorted vision was an outline.

The blizzard swirling in sympathy with his anguish made even the outline blurred, barely allowing him to recognize that it was a moving entity.

‘What…?’

But the scent coming from this being didn’t provoke him.

Although his broken, monstrous body and the vampire blood running through him normally triggered an insatiable hunger toward anything living, for some reason, the figure before him didn’t provoke such a response at all.

“Fri…”

Standing before this being, a feeling he could call “comfort” welled up inside him.

He couldn’t precisely understand why.

Even if the figure before him didn’t trigger his hunger, his actions in that moment were purely instinctual; his twisted consciousness was consumed by madness, driven only by primal urges.

And those urges stemmed from the strongest emotions he had ever felt before turning into a monster.

“Lady Friga…”

Yes, the words he uttered at this moment were true to such emotions.

Having lost his kin, family, and hometown.

The only thing left for the pitiful being who crushed his target of revenge with his own hands to pursue was a longing for the great being he could only look up to.

“Lady Friga, Lady Friga…”

The distorted monster, understanding it by instinct, began to harbor expectations.

The being that quietly watched him answered softly through the fierce blizzard.

“Yes, Lord Phobia. Your god is here.”

He couldn’t understand what she was saying.

All he could do was feel nostalgia in the comfort of this moment and interpret the current situation based on that lingering scent.

Recalling his belief that the god he served would always smile at him.

“So, don’t be in pain.”

Yes, if she appeared before him at this moment, she would surely be smiling brightly at him.

As that belief became clearer, he felt the rising pain diminish.

“I will take all your pain and suffering.”

As the pain subsided, he felt his obsession with the being in front of him grow stronger.

“So, please…”

Then, following him were fragments of will, remembering the time when he had communed with his spirits even before he’d become a beast.

Those spirits, emulating the harshest lands on the continent, had once shared a deep bond with him, and even in this moment, they hoped to harmonize with him again, cooling his beastly madness.

“Please, stay human…”

Though he had fallen from beast to monster, the bond with his spirits endured, and their coldness now targeted the very object of his obsession.

“Lady Friga.”

The freezing air froze his god, and the monstrous creature lowered his head to her.

He expressed his gratitude toward the one who had restored his faith, despite his descent into a mere monster.

“I will… serve you…”

Praising her, who awakened his faith even as he turned into a distorted monster, losing everything.

“I will… serve you…”

Awakening to the belief that such expectations would always be rewarded, he began to pray with his forepaws gathered towards the frozen statue before him.

Of course, this was an act driven by instinct, not reason. It was merely repeating past actions, chasing nostalgia.

But even that made him feel the pain subside.

If being free from such pain meant being alive, then this act driven by instinct at this moment could never be wrong.

“You…”

And so, he worshipped.

In the body of a monster, he tried to replicate the faith he had once had as a human.

“I will… protect… you.”

Even if the cold, strengthened by his faith that overcame madness, completely froze her body.

Rather, he endlessly longed for her frozen body to remain forever, for his worship to continue eternally.

“I will… protect… you…”

In the vision gradually lifted by such longing, what appeared was a statue made of ice centered around his god.

The girl encased in thick ice seemed to accept her fate, wanting to sleep quietly within it.

In the prison of cold encasing her body, she harbored a small hope that she had seen the monster return to a human.

-Crack, crack.

Around him, scattered remnants began to freeze, rising to take shape.

The forms of believers, crosses, idols modeled after his god…

Even the pillars and stained glass supporting the church began to form from the remnants of the space.

“I am…”

Yes, all of this must be the glorious and noble traces that once stood on this land.

Feeling the memories highlighted by the atmosphere created by such an environment, the monster began to speak what came to mind.

“I am Phobia… Homer.”

The first thing that came to mind was his name.

“A knight… who guards Lady Friga…”

Then, he recalled his role.

“From now on, forever… I will protect my god here…”

Awakening the mission he had to carry out, the spirits created an even fiercer cold to prepare to raise the fallen land again.

Using the ruins of the sanctuary as a foundation, and the remains of the monsters writhing as they still dreamed of resurrection as fertilizer.

He repeatedly assured himself that what would be built in the end was a ‘true sanctuary’ that wouldn’t be broken by the harshness of this world.

-Whoosh!!!

But now was not the time for that to happen.

And in this harsh world, expectations could easily be shattered by someone’s hostility.

-Whoosh, whoosh!

A shadow appeared before the monster, unaware of this, revealing its presence through the blizzard.

Behind him rose weapons engraved with runes.

The fierce flames rising from them suppressed the cold wave that tried to freeze his body.

-Boom, boom!

And the flames spread, melting and destroying everything around him.

The believers praying with him, the crosses built among them, and the pillars of the soon-to-be-completed church.

“Grkrk…!”

The despair that filled his eyes when he recognized the being that shattered his hope soon gave way to madness.

He couldn’t feel anything like reason.

The smell he caught even in the swirling blizzard was stimulating his instincts as a beast and as an immortal monster.

“Phobia Homer.”

On the other hand, there was no madness in the one facing him.

Rational, calm.

The anger stemming from that was quietly honed at this moment.

“Although you have strayed from the path of humanity… I still thought you were more human than anyone I had seen.”

But there was no hatred there.

It wasn’t the beast named Phobia Homer, nor the monster that froze this land…

It was the world itself that created such a fate.

“I thought I might have to fight you someday… but it’s a shame it has come to this, truly.”

A voice tinged with sadness.

The monster, unable to understand, began to drool and squirm as it raised its body.

“You are…”

If immersed in its instincts, it wouldn’t be surprising if it charged immediately.

Yet, what came out of his mouth was not a roar, but something that could be called language.

The man listening hoped it was spoken in recognition of him but eventually bowed his head, shaking off that hope.

He had come to realize how futile it was to hold onto such hopes, having wandered this world and seen enough.

“You, what are you…?”

His teacher, who had hunted countless monsters, had never told him the answer.

The opponent was a hybrid of beast and vampire, a being formed from foreign knowledge and blood, a concept that did not exist in this world.

There was no way they could know how to turn such a being back into a human.

Having seen beings far superior and stronger than himself fall into the same state as the one before him, he couldn’t harbor any hope now.

“…Human.”

So he steeled himself.

He prepared to give up the fight he respected and hoped would bring honor and glory.

Moreover, he prepared to risk his life to pull down his god, destined to be preserved frozen forever, to just a girl who loved humans.

“A human different from you…”

The man who buried that resolve in his heart.

He soon declared, with sharpened eyes.

“So get away from that girl, you monster.”

The monster guarding his god and the human who came to save the girl.

Two beings that could never align were about to clash at this moment.