They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 120 I am me, and you are me too.
From rescuing the investigator from the fire the first time, scolding him, comforting him, and putting on the image of a serious member of Department 04, all of this was so that I could sneak into the tent with this group of investigators today to watch a rare performance.

In this place, anyone can become a player who takes the lead in the performance.

Chaos has always been something the White Mask Church seeks, and Ria's arrival has stirred up chaos. Even Garn was pleasantly surprised, like a mischievous child seeing a new toy.

No, rather, it's more accurate to say that they saw a potential "kindred spirit" with even more vile traits.

"You recovered faster than I expected."

Garn looked at Ria, then denied his previous point: "You're wrapped up so tightly, you probably haven't fully recovered yet. What do you look like now?"

"Skeleton? Bloody flesh? Or rotting carbonized matter, even more terrifying than a zombie..."

"You really want to know?" Ria reached out and touched the iron clasp at the back of her bird-beak mask, seemingly intending to unfasten it.

It's not common for a face that has lost its skin to recover. Just as everyone was wondering what his face looked like behind the mask, thousands of tentacles suddenly appeared behind Gain and pierced him with a "whoosh".

They lifted him high up and then slammed him down, smashing the ground to pieces.

At this point, the followers realized that Ria had disappeared. Clearly, he had escaped again while the others were distracted.

This is a trick magicians are very good at, but Gain remained motionless at this crucial moment, as if the tentacles had truly taken away his life.

The tentacles tore him in half, but all he got was a pile of cloth.

"Clap."

The white mask fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

There was no one inside at all.

"Goo-"

Little Swarth shrank back into the shadows, his body gradually fading away.

The magician's performance has been interrupted, and the other side is numerous, so it's best to retreat.

That's what it thought, and that's what Ria thought too.

When Ria successfully reached the outer edge of the original tent and entered the corner sheltered by the houses, he still did not relax, but turned around and planned to run further.

The next second, he turned around and was caught off guard to see the man in black robes behind him.

He didn't know when or how long the filthy thing had been following him.

Almost without thinking, Ria drew his gun and fired at the other man. After a loud bang, he disappeared again and reappeared on the roof of another house a few dozen seconds later.

Ria's chest heaved, her heart pounding.

From here, you can see that the area around the previous tent is now filled with people in black robes and white faces, and people whose bodies are covered in cloth.

"It doesn't feel right."

"The Gain I encountered before was so intimidating that I couldn't breathe just from seeing one thing he liked. The person I'm dealing with now doesn't have that kind of pressure—could the person I just met have been a fake too?"

Lia glanced warily over there a few times to make sure no one was following them.

He carefully retreated and hid in the attic. Still feeling unsafe, he used several illusions along the way and finally hid in another attic several hundred meters away.

It was filled with a lot of junk, covered in dust, and looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a long time.

But Ria didn't care about cleanliness. He took a wad of cloth from his pocket, inside which was the part of his own face he had swallowed the night before. Little Swartz had intercepted it along the way, but it was still heavily contaminated. Stitching it back together was impossible, but Ria still decided to use the contamination to do something.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

Just as Ria was pondering, there was a knock on the attic door. The person outside seemed like a ghost, relentlessly pursuing her, but this time the knocking was unhurried and even somewhat patient.

"...What a disgusting thing."

Ria directly pierced the door with her tentacles, destroying it. By the time the other party could see what was inside, Ria had already disappeared.

Such a chase is somewhat like a scene from a dream. Many people have had the experience of being relentlessly chased in their dreams, but Lia feels that such an experience is nothing compared to what she is experiencing now.

No matter how he tries to deceive, his opponent can always find him immediately. It's like a cat toying with a mouse, watching its prey escape and then, just when the prey regains hope, it inflicts despair upon it.

"This thing is beyond my current capabilities, and unfortunately, the plague doctor isn't here right now."

Ria continued to go in circles with the other party, and it was unclear whether the other party did it on purpose or he did it on purpose, but in the end they ended up back on the original stage.

"You are not Garn."

The young man reloaded the gun. When there were no bullets, Little Swarth's tentacles could be inserted, so there was no need to worry about running out of bullets for now.

The other man watched as he finished loading the ammunition without making a sound, but when the man pointed the gun at him again, he reached up and down with his hands, chanting some strange words.

But Ria still understood; the person was saying—

"The Faceless One is above."

Before Ria could even ponder what a "Faceless One" was, the bullets fired from his gun vanished after traveling a short distance.

The next instant, a sharp pain suddenly shot through the back of Ria's head.

The bullet was somehow redirected to his back and struck his head. Fortunately, the tentacles provided timely protection, preventing Ria from fainting.

He reached up and clutched his back, as if it were an unbearable pain; all the investigators on the platform had collapsed to the ground.

The surrounding audience stared at them, motionless.

Garn brought the flute to the "mouth" of the mask, and the sound seemed to come from all directions.

"Why do you think 'I' am not 'me'? I am the leader, everyone is a leader, everyone can be 'me'."

“I am following the Lord’s will and leading chaos for Him. Your performance is also an opportunity to gather everyone here and then turn everyone into zombies... There is nothing more interesting than this.”

As he spoke, he waved to all the audience and believers present, as if he could see the beautiful scene of a group of flesh worms turning everyone into living corpses in the next second.

Time passed by minute by minute.

There was no movement from the people.

Gain looked around at the people and couldn't help but feel a little surprised. At that moment, Ria suddenly moved.

He kicked away the broken pieces of wood on the stage, revealing the scene below.

Below was a black arc, and nothing more could be seen, but Gain suddenly realized what the pattern represented.

Ria raised her head, her hand still covering her back, her voice unsteady: "You want them all to turn into zombies?"

(End of this chapter)