They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 114 Born from Fireworks
Ahead lay a living corpse, and behind them swarms of human-faced moths, each the size of two adult palms. The three sensed their impending doom, yet they still simultaneously shone their flashlights on the corpse's body, not daring to shift their focus even slightly.

"Be careful, don't make too much noise..."

The three of them maintained a wary posture, keeping their lights pointed at the zombie, trying to get around her. However, when they finally squeezed to the side of the zombie, the narrow passage forced them to pass one by one—

The zombie suddenly turned its head, its terrifying eyelids half-opened as it stared at them all.

Red, rash-like bumps appeared on the zombie's skin. The investigators were caught off guard and gasped, some even exclaiming, "This zombie seems to be a patient with contamination! She has self-awareness!"

"What did you say!?"

"It's true, I saw her eyes move."

Having self-awareness is not a good thing. After all, to the people of the Order Association, those patients with contamination are a group of monsters who wreak havoc wherever they go. They would rather encounter zombies than see so-called patients.

"Oh no, I'm not going to get infected, am I?!"

"Keep your voice down. This disease isn't transmitted in the usual way. To put it bluntly, do you know how many people outside are waiting to get infected but haven't succeeded?"

Seeing that the zombie didn't react, the group quickly bypassed her and ran away. The zombie just turned her head and "watched" them leave before being swallowed up by a swarm of moths.

The investigators ran for their lives, pursued by swarms of moths. Just as they were about to be overtaken, the door of a nearby house suddenly opened, and someone waved to them, inviting them to come inside and hide from the insects.

The group instinctively ran in that direction, but the next moment, they discovered that the person had wrapped their body tightly in cloth, including their eyes. At that moment, the mysterious metal object in their captain's hand, which looked like a divination stick, began to shake wildly from side to side.

No face shown.

"The person in the white mask!?"

The investigators instantly realized what was happening and continued running towards the end of the street, away from the person who had opened the door.

"Captain, why is this thing suddenly shaking so violently? It didn't react at all to the moth or the zombie."

"It only reacts to dangerous things first. Don't you think we have a chance against other things compared to those unreasonable white-masked cultists?"

After saying that, the team leader waved a flashlight haphazardly behind him and sped up, following the direction indicated by the divination stick.

It will alert you to the presence of danger and guide you to a safe place, at the cost of having your food smell like bathwater for ten consecutive days starting today. But that's nothing, so investigators can use it without any scruples.

Soon, the mysterious object led the three to an alley, where it remained motionless. Sensing something amiss, the captain stomped on the ground and discovered it was hollow. He quickly ordered everyone to lift the barriers on the ground and hide inside.

He was in charge of cleaning up the mess, using the light of a flashlight to shine on the bodies of the human-faced moths and slow their flight.

The moths swarmed together, like a giant net swooping down on their prey, but hesitated to approach because of the flashlight beam in the prey's hand.

The light shone so brightly that the shape of the monsters was a spherical indentation from bottom to top, and gray-white scales fell like snow. The investigators' captain covered his mouth and nose with one hand and held a flashlight in the other, slowly retreating.

Soon, he would be close to the entrance on the ground and hide inside, where the moths would no longer be able to harm them.

However, at the critical moment, some of the moths were stuck in mid-air and unable to move, while others suddenly surged up from other directions, startling the captain.

Ignoring his teammates' shouts, he kicked the "door" on the ground, covering it back up and stepping on it. The figures of his two teammates were also completely covered by the "door".

"Captain! Captain!"

Hearing the increasingly muffled cries from below, the captain closed his eyes, looked again at the moths around him, shouted at them, and grabbed a handful, tearing their wings to shreds. "Sizzle—"

There are countless moths in the sky, and killing only a few poses no threat to the overall number.

The captain looked at the flashlight in his hand. It was a mysterious item that could also be used as explosives in a critical moment.

All you need to do is get away from here and throw your flashlight to the ground; the resulting explosion will be enough to burn those supernatural creatures to ashes.

Of course, this thing only works on its user and supernatural beings, and sometimes some costs are unavoidable in order to annihilate supernatural beings.

The investigator was fully prepared, or rather, they were prepared to face their deaths from the day they joined the Order Association.

"Order shall endure."

He gripped the mysterious object in his hand and took a step forward, followed closely by a swarm of black moths. They had human-like faces, and the disordered distribution of their features made the moths' expressions varied, some joyful and some sorrowful.

The captain ran out of the alley, his body covered in moths. The moths sharpened their curled proboscises like mosquitoes, then viciously pierced the poor man's body, even eagerly trying to burrow into his flesh.

"Come on, I'll let you eat your fill, you beasts!"

As he spoke, the captain raised the mysterious object high and then slammed it to the ground.

"Wow————"

The crimson flames spread outwards with a whistling, explosive sound, and the figures of the moths were instantly engulfed by the fire. Some fell from the sky, while others were still flapping their wings and struggling to fly around, like butterflies of fire.

The black numerical markings on the wings of these "butterflies" are still clearly visible.

The captain watched all this with satisfaction, then yanked the insect that had burrowed into his arm and threw it hard to the ground. He spread his hands, seemingly preparing to calmly and dramatically face his death.

"In five seconds, these creatures will become fuel for the mysterious item and then explode."

He had made his decision; he was already quite satisfied that so many monsters had perished with him.

five.

Four.

three.

two.

One.

"BOOM!!!!!!"

All the moths suddenly exploded from the inside, like thousands of tiny scarlet fireworks blooming at the same time, incredibly dazzling, yet incredibly deadly.

Just as the figure in the middle was about to turn to ashes by these "fireworks," a tremendous force suddenly grabbed his arm and forcibly pulled him out of the blast radius.

(End of this chapter)