They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 123 The Dream-Capturing Witch
She wore a wide-brimmed purple hat, and her black top completely covered her long neck. The half-slit skirt fell naturally, revealing the pale skin of her legs as she moved.

Beside the person was a metal medicine rack with several bottles of medicine dripping from it, and an IV drip was still attached to the back of her hand.

“Ms. Ilint Hod, or rather, I should address you as…”

"Your Excellency, the Dream-Capturing Witch?"

Garn stood up. At this moment, he was not his true form, but merely a lone vessel of consciousness. Ilint reached out and took a bottle of medicine from the shelf, slowly extending it toward him.

"I have developed an antidote for the curse you placed on me. All those days of testing the drug despite the side effects were worth it..."

Did you know that this potion is a lifesaver for those who are cursed, but a deadly poison for those who aren't?

As she spoke, she laughed maliciously: "I wonder what the effect would be if this stuff were poured on you. I really want to hear you scream in agony."

The witches' meme abilities manifest in medicine; they are experts in pharmacology and can create all sorts of poisons and antidotes.

In addition, in order to better preserve the witch meme, people of all genders should dress up as witches and perform, which is to say, women's clothing in the common sense.

Ilint let the curse spread over her body, using herself as a test subject for the drug, watching her body grow thinner day by day, and incidentally numbing the white-masked onlookers.

Seeing that they were still heading towards death, they didn't bother to make things even more chaotic.

"The White Mask Church, your existence is like an incurable virus, and we absolutely cannot let it go unchecked."

"Hahaha, that's hilarious, witch. Do you really think your antidote can perfectly overcome the curse bestowed by our ancient gods?"
Aging is irreversible. Even if you recover now, you will be forever trapped in the cycle of aging, which is probably unacceptable to those of you who love beautiful things.

“I really can’t accept this… so I need to kill you first.”

As Irene spoke, she raised the iron frame beside her and smashed it down on the other person. Garn did nothing but laugh wildly, letting himself be beaten into a puddle of mud and corroded into dust by the witch's poison.

His voice still echoed in all directions: "You may not know, but not long ago, our church had a new God. I believe that everything that is happening now is suffering bestowed by Him. Praise be to the faceless and to trade..."

Ilint's expression grew even colder, and she looked at the puddle on the ground as if it were some kind of non-recyclable trash.

"I think I need to make this clear: the Lord is the God of Trade, the Lord of Trade, and you've dared to add such a dark name to Him without my permission—"

Those who blaspheme against God are unforgivable.

Seeing Ilint's current state, Gain could easily understand that someone had subtly altered her beliefs, but Gain had no intention of reminding the other party.

He marveled that the Lord truly was the Lord, possessing the ability to make others believe in Him without their knowledge, and making it difficult for them to even muster the will to resist.

Compared to them, Ria's existence is more like a virus, and this virus even has self-awareness. I can't believe what will happen if this virus is allowed to grow.

In the end, the consciousness entity named "Garn" was completely annihilated by the witch's potion, while Ilint took a deep look at the ground, and after confirming that someone would not be resurrected, she left.

She seemed quite tired, and her steps grew heavier as she walked further away, with Bruna waiting in the distance.

"You let him escape."

"No one can catch him. As long as there is one member left in the White Mask Church, we will never catch him."

"This is probably the terrifying thing about the [Idiot] meme. That person can transfer the idiot consciousness to his followers, making them go crazy. However, when he loses his followers, he bears all the consciousness alone."

Gain is a patient, an "idiot." An idiot is a foolish person who acts erratically and without reason.

An idiot became the master of the church, and people never saw his true face; he covered his features with a mask and his body with a black robe.

The believers also wrapped themselves up tightly.

But none of that mattered. Ilint turned to look at another doctor next to Bruna. This man was well-proportioned and tall, and Ilint felt that he looked familiar.

It wasn't until Bruner said, "This is Ria," that Ilint realized what was going on.

Shortly after leaving the tent, Ria ran into Bruna, who then led him back to the original tent, saying that something special was about to happen.

Seeing the critically ill old man suddenly transform into a pale-skinned woman was indeed quite unusual, but Ria remained unmoved, as if Bruna had told her something.

Good afternoon, Ms. Ilint.

Good afternoon, Zanzan Trade... Sun.

Ilint didn't look well; she probably couldn't maintain her original appearance, and no one would be happy if they were caught in the cycle of aging.

As for why she believes in trade, just like before, she can never accept anything from Ria. If a normal black marketeer needs to use words to exert the power of forced transactions, then Ria only needs to use her eyes to make others obediently offer their faith to her.

Such an ability is quite terrifying; even Garn's consciousness could not prevent it.

Now that he is meme eight, his previous abilities will only be further enhanced.

"You won't last much longer either."

Bruner shook his head and told Ilint, "Join the Keepers now, and I can take you back to headquarters to find someone else to cure the curse."

"I think we should put this aside for now."

Ilint shook her head; her face was aging at a visible rate.

She looked at her companions and said, "Let's go eat. It's rare that I still have the energy to run around. Old man, I have to take you to the best restaurant near Zolamu for a meal."

"Goo!"

Little Swarth popped his head out, seemingly hoping that Ria would agree to go to the restaurant and try something delicious.

Ria agreed, and the group left to find a place to eat. When the exquisite dishes and sharp knives and forks were placed in front of them, Ria did not touch them for a long time.

Bruna used his fork to pick up a piece of steak and stuff it into the lens of his mask, which had been opened. Immediately, the sound of chewing came from behind the mask.

"What, are you hesitant? You can eat like me, all my colleagues eat like this."

"...It seems a bit difficult."

Ria cut the meat a few times, and pinkish blood seeped from the half-cooked steaks, but diners preferred to call them "rich in hemoglobin."

"I recently suffered a minor injury to my face. I hope you can still maintain your appetite and not mind it after seeing this."

(End of this chapter)