They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 109 Street Performance
Ria speculated whether those giant moths, as experimental animals, were responsible for laying eggs.

Normally, these moths can automatically find hosts and place their eggs inside them. Swarms of moths go out to hunt their prey, which is probably what is known as an "insect plague".

The scene that appeared in the dream might just be the perverse pleasure of some researchers. They have no facial features, are inherently evil, and act like a child tearing off a butterfly's wings and limbs, watching it wriggle slightly on the ground, without any warning or reason.

"Unsurprisingly, those people are also members of the White Mask Cult."

"What kind of god could produce such followers?"

For Endlers, the radiant sunrise is the spiritual pillar of most people, the supreme being at the pinnacle of faith.

The white-masked figures dared to attack the idol of the radiant sun; the believers in the sun must hate them to the core.

As a half-believer in the sun, Ria sincerely felt indignant on behalf of the blasphemous rising sun.

But there must be a reason why the White Mask Church has survived until now, so Ria had no choice but to try to use the power of the Rising Sun to deal with them.

Of course, it would be ideal to obtain the prayer texts and statues of one of their gods, but unfortunately, their gods seem to change periodically, making it difficult for Ria to determine a target.

"Let's test the waters again."

As Ria continued to formulate her plan in her mind, she also turned her head to take in everything around her.

This sight was quite alarming; the dire state of old Ilint nearly frightened him.

The old woman on the bed had completely lost her color in her body. Her eyes were sunken, her mouth was slightly open, and large amounts of black blood seeped from her seven orifices, soaking the quilt and sheets.

There was still a large bottle of medicine left in the glass IV bag, but at this moment, blood began to flow back into the IV tubing. The blood almost filled most of the tubing and was about to flow back into the intravenous drip chamber.

Ria removed her gloves and checked her breathing, finding that old Ilint had stopped breathing altogether.

She seems to be dead.

Is old Ilint dead?

"..."

Lia stood there, stunned. His emotions were very complicated, and he didn't know how to react for a moment.

A sense of bewilderment, indescribable and inexplicable, arose in his heart.

However, the young man's outward behavior was perfectly normal, no different from usual.

From a third-person perspective, after staring at Ilint for a few seconds, he skillfully reached out and pulled the needle out of her hand, draining all the black blood before sticking the needle back in.

He then used his tentacles to clean all the black bloodstains from old Ilint's face and bed before sitting back down in his seat.

He speculated that the Dream Eater might be a meme that creates dreams by consuming them. Ilint wanted to convey what she knew to Ria, so in order not to miss any details, she ate Ria's "dream".

But even though she knew that Ria's dreams were harmful, she persisted in capturing them.

Ria's mind went blank again. He waited in his seat for a long time until Bruna returned. When Dr. Birdbeak saw Ilint on the bed, he seemed to realize something and whispered to Ria, "She's not that easy to kill."

“I know… Now that we’re taking turns, I’ve thought of a way to deal with the enemy lurking in the shadows.”

Ria's last sentence seemed to have a hidden meaning. "Of course, people with contamination don't die so easily; I've always known that."

After saying that, he left the house again and went to a dark place to silently count the rats that had come to gather.

He released these rats to investigate the trail of the zombies. Ria felt that there were still places where those disgusting flesh worms were being produced. If they weren't cleaned up, the number of zombies here would only increase, and they might even start to spread to the surrounding areas.

"Eleven, twelve, thirteen...nineteen."

"Five are missing!?" Ria realized the number of rats was wrong; the rats that hadn't returned might have been killed by the zombies.

They are very vigilant.

Moreover, the rats on this street are about the size of cats and are usually not afraid of stray cats.

"Are those things still hiding at home, too afraid to come out?"

Ria laughed angrily, put on the bird-beak mask, and led the group of rats into the street, where he began to perform magic tricks for the rats as his audience.

Even without an audience, a performance by one person is still a performance, not to mention that there are things watching him here.

Ria took off her hat and pulled out a pigeon. Soon, the pigeon flapped its wings twice and transformed into playing cards that scattered everywhere.

"Crack!"

The playing cards were abruptly stopped mid-air just before they hit the ground. The mice, acting as the audience, rushed forward to catch the cards, but the moment they touched them, they all vanished.

The playing cards scattered all over the floor, the original printing on the cards faded, and in a second, they completely turned into images of mice.

Ria bent down and picked them all back into the hat, then shook the hat a few times, emptying the whole hat of mice out.

These magic shows had no other audience members; it seemed like Ria was entertaining herself all by herself. But Ria was so engrossed in the performance that she didn't seem to notice a crowd gradually gathering from all directions.

These people are the original inhabitants of the Zolam neighborhood, and they seem quite interested in Ria's performance.

Or perhaps what the shopkeeper wrapped in cloth said earlier was true: the appearance of flying insects has certain gaps, and there won't be any flying insects during this period, so the indigenous people can come out of their homes to get some fresh air.

It's just that Ria hasn't experienced the so-called "insect plague" yet.

He was so engrossed in the performance that he was unaffected by the crowd around him. Soon, more and more people gathered around him, gradually forming an oval circle around him.

The streets became lively as people cheered for his performance. Most of them were young people, but there were also some who looked incredibly old. However, they didn't cover themselves up like the previous boss.

The residents here, regardless of age or gender, are all at an age where they are interested in new and exciting things in every sense of the word.

They watched with great interest as Ria performed his magic trick, producing all sorts of strange and wonderful things from his empty hat, and cheered enthusiastically.

At that moment, Lia threw a white dove into the sky. The dove circled once in mid-air before flying back and landing on his shoulder, and the shouts of the people grew even louder.

Unbeknownst to them, the pigeon's feathers were trembling all over. It felt as if it had been watched by the gaze of some kind of beast ever since it landed on Ria, but there was nothing around it at all.

(End of this chapter)