They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 122 Faceless Traders

This is probably the magician's signature symbol. Secondary memes have symbols on the back, while primary memes display the complete pattern on the front without any symbols.

This probably also reflects the special nature of the main meme.

When Ria turned her back to Garn, she deliberately showed the eye on the back of her neck. Now the two of them had been staring at each other for a while. Ria put away the meme card, and heard even heavier footsteps in her ears, and the ground began to shake.

The people in charge of order have arrived; this is not a place to linger.

"Never again."

As he spoke, Ria didn't even glance at Gain, and threw a huge piece of cloth upwards. When the cloth fell, his figure disappeared again.

Garn was in a terrible predicament; not long after, the people of Order surrounded the place and Garn as well.

They dealt with him.

No one knows exactly how it was handled. All people know is that when they left, the place had been restored to its original state, with no trace of the battle, and the insects had been completely wiped away.

It was as if nothing had happened on that street. Even the three investigators were eventually taken away by them. The three investigators were seriously injured, but fortunately, the white-masked man did not like killing, which saved their lives.

Even so, the people of Order do not treat them as ordinary wounded. These people were injured by the people in white masks, and they may have been possessed by someone's consciousness.

We must be on guard.

Several investigators returned to the association and underwent treatment in the confinement room. After their inexplicable memories were cleared, the audience members dispersed. The worms in their bodies disappeared, and it seemed that the curse had no effect on them.

Everything is moving in a positive direction, and people are praising the efficiency of the Order Association.

Everyone dispersed; everyone had their own things to do. After the excitement, things always return to calm.

The sunlight shone on the earth, gilding everything with a golden edge.

However, at this moment, a pool of blood suddenly appeared on the ground. The blood bubbled up like spring water from below. Soon, a person wearing a black robe emerged from it, and the blood quickly turned white and congealed into a mask that floated onto his face.

"That group of people is as boring as ever."

Most members of Unit 04 have had their minds removed and act according to the instructions of their mastermind. They are not easily influenced by the provocations of the White Mask Cultists, and these people never consider the consequences when using mystical items.

"Hiss... This is a bit troublesome. More than thirty cultists have been arrested, and now only this one is left. Fortunately, those were only a small number of cultists, otherwise we would have suffered a huge loss."

Garn dusted himself off and discovered that his mask had cracked open and couldn't be patched up no matter what he did.

This damage was caused by the sun's chains.

Putting all that aside for now, after Gain had recovered to a near-complete recovery, he took out a statue from his sleeve. The statue was extremely simple in appearance, as if it had been sculpted haphazardly with mortar.

It has two wings on its back and its body is divided into two parts: the lower part has four indistinct legs and the upper part resembles a person, but without a face.

Gain placed it on the ground, stared at it, and suddenly burst into laughter. His emotions finally spiraled out of control, and he was crying and laughing at the same time. Anyone who saw him would think he had gone mad and would walk around him, but Gain was just too happy to control himself.

He recalled what he had seen not long ago: a pure gold pupil growing on the back of its neck, which was looking back at him as he gazed at it.

Who could have imagined that the eyes could develop their own consciousness, yet that consciousness was cold and ruthless, seemingly reduced to a tool of judgment?

The moment Garn saw it, he almost immediately felt powerless. His body stiffened, and his skin felt like it was being torn apart, as if something was protruding from it.

A voice echoed in his mind. Garn didn't understand what it meant, but he chose to follow his instincts and see what would happen next.

He allowed the contamination to spread throughout his entire body. After doing this, Garn simply discarded the unusable body.

That was merely a vessel for his consciousness, utterly insignificant.

Now he had plenty of time to think about what that eye really was, and a sudden, crazy urge arose within him to believe in the owner of that eye and offer him everything.

Unfortunately, Gain already had his own faith.

He looked at the faceless statue on the ground. This was an image that the church had come up with together. All believers thought it was perfect, and everyone revered their current god.

He needs to think about it seriously, after all, this is the only faith the believers have now.

“This thing can’t talk, it’s boring… But that disorderly one is very interesting, and his behavior is surprisingly in line with our church’s standards of conduct.”

"The eyes on his body seem to have the power to compel faith, and he is obviously recruiting followers at present."

"Hehehe, isn't this perfect? ​​Since you need believers, we can certainly help you with that, great..."

After a moment of silence, Gain, guided by his own will, uttered the name and added an inappropriate word to it.

"Oh, great faceless and trade master."

They were reluctant to give up their old faith, but wanted a new one, so they simply mixed the names of the two faiths together, thus solving the problem once and for all.

Furthermore, you don't need to think of a summoning phrase; you can simply use the one you already have.

"Let's make a slight modification to differentiate it. He positions himself as a trader, right? Then the main meme should be the black marketeer."

"Black marketeer...black marketeer! Black marketeer is a meme that requires a lot of brains."

After a moment's thought, a new invocation came from his mouth.

"The supreme soul that murmurs in the depths of darkness,"

Wandering the world, witnessing the decadent pleasures of paper money and gold,
Reconstructing nihilistic bliss, bestowing upon the dark truth of decadent pleasure, the embodiment of desire.
We sing praises of desire.

Offering gold as a gift

Praise be to the faceless Lord of trade.

"Praise be to our new Lord—"

"Hahahaha, I can't take it anymore!!! Someone kill me!"

Gain's consciousness began to go awry. His laughter grew increasingly maniacal, and his cries increasingly shrill. Gradually, he attempted to design a new sacrificial array on the ground using his own blood, but a figure appeared in front of him.

"The feeling of being alone is indeed prone to problems. Look at yourself, you've already started to be unable to suppress your true nature."

The voice belonged to a mature woman. The man in the black robe looked up and saw a rather attractive woman looking down at him with disgust.

"You know, too many memes can easily get out of control, hehehe."

Garn stood up nonchalantly, while the woman took a few steps back.

(End of this chapter)