They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 1. Ria Kercha

The sky's color completely changed from grayish-blue to a dull black, and under its influence, the moon tinged with a blood-red hue, like an eye calmly and monotonously observing everything on earth.

The towering black forest had completely lost its life, and several crows perched on the tops of the dead branches, mocking the powerlessness of all things.

"Gah—Gah—Gah—"

The sounds grew longer and longer, until they became somewhat mournful. On the ground where they lingered, several people wearing linen cloaks were frantically digging at the damp soil with shovels. Beside them lay a moldy coffin.

The sound of banging continued to emanate from the coffin, occasionally punctuated by shouts that no one could understand. All of this intensified the fear among the crowd. They continued to dig into the soil, their movements resembling those of wound-up machines.

The pit kept getting deeper and deeper.

The soil piled up higher and higher.

Li Ya was already tired from filming.

He clutched his head in anguish, feeling that everything was so unfair. Reflecting on his life, it was utterly miserable!

Not long ago, he was rushing home in the pouring rain without an umbrella when, in a moment of carelessness, he vanished from the ground.

At the last moment, he didn't see a revolving lantern; he was simply thinking.

Who's so heartless as to steal the manhole cover?!

However, none of that mattered. The important thing was that as soon as he woke up, he was stuffed into a coffin and taken to a place for harmless disposal. No matter how much he patted, those people did not react. The increasingly urgent movements announced that Li Ya's death was imminent.

Without a doubt, resistance will only hasten one's own demise.

In the moment of crisis, Li Ya stopped shouting and urgently thought of countermeasures, such as how long a person could survive underground after being buried alive, and how to save himself.

First, check if you have any tools on you.

He felt his pockets all over in the dark and found that this body was not his original body. Compared to his original self, this body was taller and slightly thinner, which led him to speculate that the original owner must have rarely eaten a full meal.

In addition, he also felt something soft on the back of his neck.

"what is this?"

Li Ya curiously poked it, only to feel a sharp pain where he was poked, and the skin in that area even moved on its own. The sensation was no less than poking his own eye with a finger.

hiss--

Wait... eyes!!!
He has an eye on the back of his neck?

At this moment, those people, perhaps having already dug the cave, hurriedly lifted the coffin, which creaked and groaned as they moved.

"Hurry up and throw this disgusting contaminant in. If you're any slower, we'll all get infected."

"People contaminated by pathogens are all carriers of the pathogens. I never thought that such a person would appear here. Fortunately, he is the first, and hopefully the last... May the sun protect Winstown."

These people kicked aside the shovels at their feet and, in fear, carried the wooden coffin step by step to the edge of the freshly dug pit. They glanced inside; the damp soil emitted a strange, putrid stench, and there were even some unfortunate reptiles that had been broken off when the pit was dug.

Li Ya sensed the commotion around him and was extremely anxious, but time was too short, and he could not escape the fate of being buried underground.

When the group of people saw that the wooden coffin had finally stopped moving, they breathed a sigh of relief and ran away.

They had to be baptized immediately to avoid becoming contaminated themselves, leaving Li Ya alone with a few planks of wood, dirt, and a flock of crows.

Why are they so afraid of themselves?
What is pollution? After several unsuccessful attempts to break open the coffin, Li Ya's hands were also cut by the wooden planks, but those wounds did not bleed. Instead, they strangely split open, revealing pupils that were no different from real eyes, emitting a faint, eerie glow in the darkness.

Golden light.

This was the first vibrant color Li Ya saw after his transmigration, and with the appearance of pupils, Li Ya's vision improved, and the scene inside the coffin gradually became clearer.

He saw a glimmer of hope again.

Li Ya excitedly pushed the wooden board above him, increasing his strength, but it still wasn't enough.

Time was precious, so he reached for his shirt and found a metal button there. He simply bit it with his teeth and ripped it off.

The plank wasn't sturdy, but it was no match for the strength of an adult man lying flat on his back.

Li Ya could only tap on each wooden plank one by one, find the weakest point, and then use an iron tool to dig through it before slowly excavating the soil outside.

To prevent soil from entering his mouth and nose, he took off his coat and covered his head with it. As he moved faster, the oxygen inside the coffin became increasingly scarce.

Li Ya could only continue to increase the number of wounds on his body, thus increasing the number of those eyes.

The golden eyes blinked incessantly at him, making Li Ya feel stronger than ever before.

"Bang!" Finally, he chiseled a hole in the wooden plank large enough for a person to pass through. Fortunately, the newly dug and filled soil was relatively loose, and Li Ya quickly took the opportunity to climb out.

His movements were like those of a wriggling worm, his eyes opening and closing involuntarily due to the mud. Before long, Li Ya stretched out his hand and pushed upwards, emerging from the ground and seeing the light of day again under the red moonlight.

"Ha...I'm free!"

He took a few breaths, turned his head to look at the pile of earth, and was surprised to find that the people who buried him had actually erected a tombstone for him.

The tombstone reads:

"This is a distorted pollutant, extremely dangerous. Do not approach. Repeat, do not approach, or you will face the pursuit of everyone and you will also contract a terminal disease and become a monster like him."

May the sun purify your soul, may you be reborn in paradise, free from all evil.

The font used a language similar to English. Li Ya stood in front of the tombstone for a long time and found that she could read it without any difficulty.

Also, it can be read out without any obstacles.

He had overheard the conversation between those people, and it seemed that it was the remaining memory of the original owner of this body.

As for deeper memories... Li Ya closed his eyes and tried to trace them back, but in the end he only got a few pieces of information.

This person's name is Ria Kelcha. Ria... is very similar to his name. I don't know if that's lucky or unlucky.

A few years ago, the original owner was sold to a coal mine in the mountains near Winstown. At that time, people had just discovered the wonderful uses of coal and were in urgent need of mining to build factories, so poor Ria was forced to mine for half a year.

Until one day, he escaped when no one was looking and wandered around before finally hiding in Winstown, where the most dangerous place was the safest place.

And that damned contamination disease was probably contracted during the time of their escape.

No one knows the cause of the pollution disease, but it does drastically shorten lifespan and turns people into monsters after death.

That's where her memory ends. Li Ya... no, Li Ya could recall nothing more, except for the house she rented in Winstown and the three months' rent she owed.

(End of this chapter)