They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 105 Human-faced Moth

"If you'd like, then continue."

"Then please continue, after all, I want to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible."

As he spoke, he raised his intact hand and pointed the gun at Bruna. Time flew by as the two fought recklessly.

About a week later, one night, a wounded Ria lay on his bed as the tentacles of a mythical creature enveloped him and began to heal him. Ria also felt the extreme discomfort that followed the intense excitement in his brain.

The exposed eyes blinked, emitting specks of golden light, creating an illusion of a "starry sky" in the darkness.

Ria refused the doctor's treatment, because tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

He can't fall asleep; he has to keep his mind awake at all times.

Old Ilint had reached her limit; she had been in a coma for some time, but during the day she suddenly opened her eyes as if in a final burst of energy.

She said she wanted to go back to Zolam Street to see her old house.

When Ria had half her neck severed by a knife, she turned her back to Ria and held her broken neck with both hands to prevent her head from falling off midway when she heard her calling out.

“I think I should go back... Little Ria and Little Bruna, would you like to come along? I really want you to try the delicious food from our hometown.”

“It’s an honor, madam.” Ria managed to squeeze out a sentence, looking down at the densely packed broken tentacles on the ground and some of the doctor’s blood. It was really not appropriate to turn around at this moment.

Ilint left at this time, returning to her post where she stayed until evening.

Martha was very worried about her, but she couldn't stay up all night, so after changing the last dose of her medication, she decided to take a short nap.

The solution in the medicine bottle on the iron shelf dripped away, and in the middle of the night, Ilint stretched out her hand, which was almost indistinguishable from a dried-up corpse, pulled out the needle, stood up, and staggered out of the library.

Bruner stood in front of the library door, holding the key in his hand, while behind him, the door had already been opened.

Ria then appeared behind Ilint and nodded to the doctor: "Let's go."

A carriage was parked outside, and the group left Old Cabernet under the cover of night. Before leaving, they left a note for the poor child, Martha, to prevent her from posting missing person notices at the church during the day.

At this moment, Ilint's eyes were open, her pupils were lifeless, her whole body was bloodless, and there was a ring of eye discharge around her eyes that she couldn't wipe clean.

She was tied up, but her mouth opened and closed from time to time, making her look like she might bite.

"Water, give me water..."

"I think she probably won't live much longer."

Bruner ignored old Ilint's pleas, saying that drinking water would not alleviate the symptoms and might even accelerate her metabolism, causing Ilint to be infected by the curse more quickly.

"I have witnessed the death of the disordered."

He said.

"Their deaths varied; some cried out in agony, while others had lifeless eyes, but in the end, they all transformed into the very thing they hated most in life before they died."

"Some say that in their final moments, they reflect on everything in their lives, but the disordered seem not to. No one knows what they see before they die, but without exception, they all fall into an endless cycle..."

At this point, the doctor stopped abruptly, and in the reflection of his glasses, old Ilint shed tears.

No one knew whether it was pus or tears, but those two streams of liquid slid down her cheeks.

She may have heard what the doctor said.

A deathly silence fell over the car. The next morning, the group finally arrived at Ilint's old house.

The doctor broke the door lock and then put it back on. The two of them led old Ilint into the room, cleaned it up briefly, and then helped the old woman to bed and made her lie down.

"Am I... home?"

Ilint rolled her eyes.

"Yes, ma'am, welcome home."

Ria replaced the medicine bottle for her and hung it on a rope above the bed.

The old man simply watched Ria's actions quietly: "Why did this pollution disease have to come upon us? If I could, I would rather bear all of this myself..."

My child, I truly don't want to see you repeat my mistakes.

“I’m fine. Look at me, I can eat, drink, and run around. I can even make some dirty money from time to time. That disease has no effect on me at all.”

Ria chatted with her for a while, and then Ilint suddenly said that she was very hungry and wanted to eat some toast sold on the street. Ria promised to buy her some, and then she fell asleep peacefully.

The doctor appeared in the room: "Go ahead and investigate if you want, but be careful not to kill the zombies and disturb some evil spirits."

"I will pay attention."

Ria picked up her cane and walked out of Ilint's house, standing on the street.

The surrounding area was deserted. The Zolamu neighborhood was based on red brick and tile, and the buildings on both sides were no more than three stories high, with the ground floor mostly occupied by shops.

Through the dusty glass, Ria could see what was sold inside. The sky was so overcast that it looked like it was about to rain at any moment. The streets were paved with large rectangular stone bricks, with a gravel path running through the center.

There's no one here, not even a single living corpse.

Perhaps the living people had simply hidden themselves, and Ria became the only living person on this street.

Leaning on his silver metal cane, he found a letter next to a dark green mailbox. He didn't know who it was from. The letter had the recipient's name on it, and a stamp with a hand-drawn flower pattern was pasted on its corner.

Perhaps this was a letter from a child to his mother, but now the mother can neither receive nor see anything.

Ria slipped the letter back into the mailbox through the crack, and it devoured the letter—a letter that might never have been answered in generations—like a giant frog.

"..."

"I need to investigate any leads regarding the moth."

Ria summoned the moth with the number "15" on its wings again, which had completely transformed when it appeared on Zolam Street.

The moth's body is bloated and fat, and its face resembles a human's, with eyes, a nose, and a mouth. However, unlike humans, its mouth is stretched infinitely, becoming a thin tube that is the same length as its body when extended.

The moth's wings also became as large as those of birds, covered with thick scales. Whenever it moved slightly, the scales would fall off as if they were free.

Even so, the square "15" pattern was still clearly visible on its wings, and its golden eyes turned around curiously, staring at Ria.

Ria recognized that this was exactly what the group of moths that had appeared in her dream looked like.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss..." The moth in his hand made a snake-like sound after turning its antennae a few times.

(End of this chapter)