They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 125 Who's Daydreaming?
But Bruner's next words nearly caused Ria to overreact and tear her still-healing muscles again.

Bruner said, "These things that mutate from supernatural beings should not have consciousness; they should only react instinctively, like carnivorous plants."

Logically, after it parasitizes you, it shouldn't let you see its current form. During the parasitic period, it will only use its tentacles to replace your blood vessels and muscle fibers, replace your brain, and eventually use your body as nourishment to transform into something more dangerous.

But it didn't do that. This mythical creature not only lay dormant, but instead used its consciousness to protect you.

“As doctors, this phenomenon is quite interesting, Kelcha. We have to admit that it is very likely a problem with you.”

Ria looked up: "Mine?"

"Have you ever wondered why it developed consciousness, both protecting you and occasionally doing things to harm you?"

As he spoke, Bruna stood up and walked toward Ria. He reached out to touch the dark mythical creature, but the creature opened its mouth wide and brandished its tentacles, its sharp teeth gleaming coldly.

“Kelcha, you should be able to guess the truth now—it parasitizes you, and you 'parasitize' it as well.”

"It is your consciousness."

"Your illness was severe, the pressure was too great, and your mental depression was too much, which gave rise to a mythical creature and endowed it with consciousness."

You need the ability to protect yourself, but you also have potential self-destructive thoughts, and that's where it comes in.

What do we call this phenomenon again, hypochondria, or schizophrenia? You are a person with extraordinary abilities, so the outward manifestations of your mental illness will naturally be different from others.

"Of course, if this is the spiritual support you've found for yourself, then I have no objection. But don't be misled by 'cancer.' It is you, and you are not it..."

Just as Bruna was getting more and more extreme in his words, a loud bang was heard as the door to the private room was kicked open, drawing everyone's attention.

Outside the door stood a fat, bird-beaked doctor, exuding an aura of blackness.

James, carrying a first-aid kit, hurled it at Bruna, who dodged it instantly. The kit was caught by the black tentacles, preventing its contents from exploding.

“I had just reached the door when I heard you saying things that would be detrimental to my patient’s recovery.”

James walked in, looking quite hostile: "What nonsense are you spouting to him?"

"What, compared to your free-range approach, isn't this more direct method more effective at targeting the root cause of the problem?"

“Am I wrong? It’s like a patient who has been diagnosed with a terminal illness. I think we should tell him that he is going to die, instead of hiding it from him.”

"Have you even been diagnosed? How dare you fabricate stories here? As a doctor, shouldn't you be more rigorous in conveying information?"

"So you just let the patients run wild."

Bruner retorted jokingly that the two doctors seemed to have some deep-seated grudge, and wanted to fight as soon as they met.

Seeing this, Ria calmly found herself a new cup, poured herself a steaming cup of black tea, and held the white handle of the teacup a little further away from them, watching the commotion with Ilint.

"You're really carefree. Aren't you worried at all about your condition?"

Ilint turned to him and asked, while Ria blew on the steam rising from his teacup and slowly savored the bittersweet drink.

"Madam, there's no use worrying. Sometimes, instead of worrying about those things, let's relax and watch the doctors fight it out... Who do you bet on to win? I'll vote for my attending physician."

"Then I'll vote for the other one."

So, just as the doctors were getting so angry they wanted to tear this place down, the two patients leisurely sipped their tea, watching the dramatic scene unfold before them, as if everything happening had nothing to do with them.

In any world, the doctor-patient relationship doesn't seem to be very harmonious. The only pity is that the two doctors didn't actually fight in the end, since there's a rule within the epidemic medical community that forbids physical violence against fellow doctors.

Ria was somewhat disappointed.

However, what Bruna just said was quite interesting: the consciousness within the mythical creature was its own?

Does he have schizophrenia?

That's a joke, how could that be?

He was such a normal person; the abnormal ones were all of them.

No one can be trusted.

Compared to them, Ria preferred to believe in himself, believing that Little Swarth's consciousness originated from the contamination of those indescribable golden eyes.

Although they share the same body with him, they do not share the same consciousness. For example, the pupil on the back of Ria's neck is Ria's trump card when dealing with danger, but Ria knows nothing about it.

If one wants to find out the origin of the eye, one would probably have to go deep into the Gekoso Mountains, but that is impossible. Elijah's current strength would only be a foolish and suicidal act if he went there.

He didn't understand this eye, and neither did the doctors.

There's no point in arguing now.

Anyway, Ria firmly believes that he is a normal person. His illness has been planted enough already, and if he continues to talk, he will probably be burned at the stake in the next second.

How did people here cure mental illnesses in the early days? Oh right, they pried a piece off the patient's brain.

It's simple, crude, and pathetic.

As he was thinking, Ilint, who was beside him, suddenly placed her hands flat on her knees and closed her eyes: "You know, my memes are witches and dream hunters."

“I once devoured your dreams. Your dreams are filled with too much pollution. If possible, I would like to ask you to find a way to stop dreaming, as this may help your condition.”

"Do not."

Without hesitation, Lia refused: "That's not pollution."

"Furthermore, you can guess who gave you that dream—"

"It is the great sun that everyone believes in. If even He is called 'polluted,' then do you think... we can still see normal things?"

He forced a smile, and the black tendrils on his face spread out like capillaries, wriggling slowly like worms, making a soft "hissing" sound.

After some time, James and Bruner finally stopped being at odds.

James walked over to Ria and looked him up and down: "What happened to your face?"

“I met Garn.”

He didn't need to say anything after that; the mere mention of "Garn" was enough to irritate James. He scratched his head and retrieved his brown medicine box from the tentacles: "Why are they everywhere?"

"You met them too?"

"Just recently, I visited my football team teammate who was covered in bandages. When the bandages were removed, all his facial features disappeared, and he was still saying something about praising Faceless Trade."

(End of this chapter)