They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 115 Order? What is Order?

Someone pulled him to an empty floorboard in the alley, lifted it, and led him to quickly hide inside.

This person was so fast that no one could see how he moved. By the time the captain came to his senses, his teammates' faces, filled with both anger and joy, were right in front of him.

And standing beside them was a complete stranger they had never seen before.

"Grateful!"

"Who are you?" The captain hesitated for a moment, but decided to ask about the other party's identity.

The next second, the person clenched their fist and slammed it hard on his head: "Can't you see who I am?"

This man had a distinctive Southern Enderal accent, fair skin, gray eyes, and a thick double chin amidst a bushy beard.

When everyone finally came to their senses, they noticed that the man was wearing a double-gear badge on his shoulder, with two small "IV" symbols engraved on the gears.

Immediately, everyone stood in awe: "Are you from Department 04?"

The Order is divided into six departments, from 06 to 01: Leadership, Surveillance, Combat, Medical, Logistics, and the largest group of ordinary investigators. Investigators are like hardworking worker ants in an ant colony, moving wherever they are needed.

Of course, in some respects, this group of people in the Order do not think that anyone is more noble than anyone else. After all, with great power comes great responsibility. Even for the top leaders of 05 and 06, death is not an extremely rare thing for them.

The three of them were about to hear what their superiors would do next, even though they didn't know why the person from Combat Division 04 had appeared there.

You can just call me Johnny.

Johnny had been hiding in this abandoned medical facility. Such underground medical bases were not uncommon on Zolamu Street. They seemed to have been built to breed human-faced moths, but so far, Johnny had only found two abandoned bases.

This base was not the one that Ria had visited. After resting for a while, the group successfully found swarms of fleshy pink fat worms behind a door with a biohazard symbol.

They stared in shock at the scene before them, took several steps back, their faces ashen, and some even ran to the side and vomited.

"Look, this is the masterpiece of the White Mask Cult."

Johnny snorted and slammed the door shut, clearly disgusted by the sight.

"I've been here for a while, waiting for the opportunity to send a signal into the sky to get Unit 04 to arrive. But recently an interesting phenomenon has led me to that opportunity."

The investigators looked at him, puzzled: "What phenomenon?"

"During the day, a doctor who was supposed to be treating people with illnesses was on the street and announced that he would put on a grand show the next day. I mingled in the crowd and watched him perform. I found that he was quite good at it."

Don't you guys think this doctor is acting very strangely?

"A plague doctor!? Is he the plague doctor of the Keepers of Secrets?"

"I don't think so."

Johnny denied it: "Those doctors are like ghosts, appearing and disappearing mysteriously. They wouldn't do something so pointless. It's more likely that a patient is impersonating a doctor to create a meme, and judging from the crowd's applause, his performance is very likely to be successful."

"Think about it, kids. There's a disorderly individual posing as a plague doctor and performing in the neighborhood. Those white-masked people won't miss out on such a good thing. And the more people he attracts, the more zombies who crave humanity will sneak in to the performance."

When the time comes—the Disorder, the White-Masked Cultists, and the Living Dead are all there—that will be the perfect opportunity for us to make our move!

His enthusiastic tone quickly infected the investigators around him, and they hurriedly followed their superior's lead, deciding to go with him to the performance site of the disorderly individuals at dawn.

As an organization that has always been at odds with the Keepers of the Secrets, hindering the performance of the Disorderly is also an important task for the investigators.

Johnny is right. If they're going to make a move, there's no better time than tomorrow's performance.

“Thank you for saving me, Mr. Johnny. I thought…” “An investigator’s life isn’t for you to use like that.” Johnny turned to look at the person thanking him, then sat on the ground and tapped his knees a few times with his knuckles.

“We fight against pollution, but we are also human beings. Do you really want to sacrifice yourself in a muddled way and make others worry?”

"If you and your teammates had used lights to shine on those disgusting bugs together, you might all be fine. But what were you doing, letting them go down first?"

"If I were your father, I'd kick you to death the moment you learned to walk—you're such a troublemaker, is your life that unimportant to you?!"

Johnny grew angrier as he spoke. He took out the dark green flask from his waist, took a few swigs, and then walked away, ignoring everyone.

The man took off his shirt, spread it on the ground, and lay down. Soon, his deafening snoring could be heard from the ground.

The investigators exchanged glances but didn't say anything. They simply walked up to the team leader and patted him on the shoulder.

"Go to sleep early, Captain."

"..."

"it is good."

……

The next day seemed to arrive exceptionally quickly.

Early in the morning, after changing into her medical uniform, Ria stood in front of the mirror, silently gazing at her face, which was utterly ruined and not yet fully grown.

Going out with a face like that would definitely scare people, but once he put on the bird beak mask, he found that the outfit actually suited him quite well.

Bruna hadn't returned yet; he and Ilint had disappeared together the night before. All Ria could do was pray that Ilint was alright before heading out.

"Goo!"

Little Swarth pressed half of his face against the masked head of his brother, seemingly thinking it was a good thing that the two of them were starting to look more and more alike.

Ria smiled, stroked little Swarth's chin a few times and tucked it back into his neck, then pushed open the door and walked out of the house.

Once on the street, Ria found the place where he had performed magic yesterday. He drew a Sunrise Festival circle on the ground: "Let's see what good things will appear this time."

"Praise the sun."

"A newly emerged star in the land of life and death,"

The center that all things seek in their cycle of rebirth.
Using flames to bisect day and night,
I am waiting in an endless expanse.
Sing praises to the rising sun,

A tribute to the rising sun

Become the rising sun!

Your humblest lamb begs for your grandest performance, pleads for your attention, pleads for your assistance…

Ria still maintains the fine habit of praying to the sun whenever she lacks something, and the sun is always quite generous; in fact, the feathers of mythical creatures are quite valuable.

After Ria offered the feathers, a huge, colorful tent soon appeared on the ground. The tent's appearance was time-limited; it would disappear after half a day, which was just right.

"Praise the glorious rising sun!"

The young man sincerely expressed his praise to the sun. Afterward, he erased the traces of the ritual and began preparing for his next performance.

(End of this chapter)