They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 112 Chaos
"And you said these missing facial features will return to normal on their own, right?"

"Yes."

Bruner nodded, but the next second, he looked at Ria with surprise: "Your tone is off. What are you trying to do?"

"nothing."

Leaning on his cane, he walked step by step toward the other rooms. He found an empty room and lay down, while extending a tentacle toward the side of his forehead.

"Faceless people seem to be a characteristic of the White Mask Cult, so why can't I use their name to add fuel to the fire for these chaotic fellows?"

"Letting these chaotic people suffer the consequences is much more interesting than me doing nothing, hehehehe."

He touched the tentacle, and the tentacle rubbed against his finger affectionately, as if it would unconditionally support him in doing anything.

Just as Ria was gradually retracting his tentacles, preparing to take the opportunity to go out and find some interesting things, the tentacles suddenly went out of control and pierced through his skull.

With a "snap," it was the sound of a skull being pierced.

Several tentacles pierced his brain from his temple and reached the other temple, but the young man was not unconscious at all.

Ria seemed quite taken aback. He turned his head to "look" at the mythical creature that had burst out of the flesh from its neck. This pitch-black monster had its feathers standing on end, and the tips of its feathers seemed to have tiny tentacles that swayed like worms.

"Hiss—" The mythical creature's pupils shrank to pinpoints as it launched a merciless attack on Ria, its tentacles nearly turning its host into a honeycomb.

Now, Ria was puzzled. His pierced body was suspended high in the air, surrounded by thousands of tentacles that had turned into sharp blades, and he was completely unable to move.

"What are you doing? Aren't I your master?"

"Aaaaaah!!!" He should have kept quiet, because the mention of it only made Little Swarth more furious. Its tentacles began to ooze acid, which corroded the bodies of the youths strung on the tentacles. Soon, the people on them were no longer human, and only a pile of charred bones remained.

A burnt smell gradually filled the air.

The charred parts attached to the bones were naturally carbonized flesh and blood left after being dehydrated by strong acid. Even though Ria's head was just a skeleton and a layer of dehydrated skin, he still lacked facial features and his face had an unusually grotesque arc shape.

At that moment, the plague doctor wearing a bird-beak mask walked in from outside and looked up with interest at the people who were strung together.

"Long time no see, 'old friend'."

"Are you stupid or overly arrogant to think you can take advantage of a patient and then get away with it in front of the doctor?"

"Doctor, I don't understand what you're saying?"

"You don't understand, do you?"

Bruna laughed as if he had heard something incredibly funny, and he couldn't stand up straight. He clapped his hands vigorously to applaud himself: "You used a mysterious object to influence our patient, to possess his consciousness, and you even left the symptoms of contamination on his face, as if you were afraid I wouldn't see them."

"The evidence is right in front of you, what else do you want to argue about?"

"..."

Ria remained silent, then abruptly turned her head, snapping off her neck and a dozen or so tentacles.

"Isn't it fun?"

His head rested limply on his shoulder. "You guys really have the guts to kill, especially this interesting mythical creature... Hehehe, if the owner of this body regains consciousness, he'll probably be in so much pain he'd wish he were dead."

“How could that be?” Bruna retorted sarcastically. “Kercha is the most pain-tolerant person I’ve ever met. How can you be sure he’s unconscious right now?”

As the doctor spoke, Ria's hand moved again, and numerous eyeballs slowly emerged from his body. These eyeballs broke through the hardened skin that had been corroded and emerged one after another. Then, his hand trembled and touched his face, which had become flat.

"Crackling—crackling—"

The shriveled, dark fingers reached towards the edge of his face, then gradually spread his knuckles into it.

He actually tore off his own face bit by bit.

However, this was not the end. After all that was done, the bones behind the skin of Ria's face finally had a bone outline that could accommodate her facial features.

He opened his mouth, stuffed the torn flesh into his wide-open mouth, and chewed it forcefully. His external consciousness clearly froze for a moment, and finally disappeared the moment the skin was completely chewed up and swallowed.

Little Swarth retracted its extended tentacles, then quickly flapped its wings and pounced on Ria, wrapping him completely with its tentacles like a giant cocoon.

This will speed up the recovery process for Ria.

He won't die anyway, and it was his own decision to let the mythical creature pierce him.

As early as when that filthy thing played the high-pitched flute at the end, Ria noticed the abnormality in himself thanks to the reminders from Little Swarth and those eyes. But at that time, he pretended not to notice and patiently cooperated with the other party's actions, wanting to see what it was trying to do.

Now it seems that the other party may have just been playing with everyone. Those people don't care about the suffering of others; all they care about is their own amusement.

"They should experience firsthand the corruption of the abyss back then, and laugh themselves to death."

Lying in the cocoon of tentacles, Ria felt a burning pain all over his body. With his brain pierced and no longer being sustained by Garn's consciousness, he quickly fell into a near-death state.

……

"Everything in the world has a price tag attached in secret, and what a businessman has to do is put up the capital and get back a profit that exceeds the capital."

"And setting aside those so-called worldly notions, what do you think is the true face of capital?"

"Capital is the general term for all kinds of social and economic resources that human beings use to create material and spiritual wealth. No one doesn't want to make money, and no one doesn't want to maximize the value they receive."

But what if we don't have the right capital to create the conditions for collecting value?

"I think this is the key point of temporarily risking capital to play the long game and catch big fish."

This is dangerous. High returns inevitably come with high risks. If something goes wrong, we might be heavily in debt and penniless. But if we succeed, the rewards will be immeasurable…”

Finally back in his dream, Ria stood in the conference room, recounting some meeting content to the employees below. He didn't know who had written today's content, and he only needed to read it aloud and offer his own thoughts.

After she finished speaking, Ria looked up and saw the intricate blood-red sacrificial array on the wall, while the long table at the meeting was filled with people who had lost their faces.

Those people just stared at him, applauding his words in perfect unison, like clones.

(End of this chapter)