They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 131 Your Answer
"In the seven days, on the first day I ate bread, on the second day I ate grapes, on the third day I drank fruit wine, on the fourth day I ate rice, on the fifth day I ate mice, on the sixth day I ate dirt, and on the seventh day I ate sweet flesh and blood."

"..."

Lia suddenly stopped and turned around. There was nothing behind him, but he could still hear voices coming from that direction.

The less-than-beautiful singing voice carried a childlike innocence as it told a story about illness.

In the story, everyone in the town contracted a strange illness.

Doctors wearing strange masks appeared one after another, treating people. To ward off infection, they stuffed spices and flowers into their masks, including holy violets that were said to purify everything.

People cheered, believing them to be angels sent by the gods to save humanity.

But their arrival did nothing to redeem them. Soon, everyone died. The beaked doctors died before everyone else, and the starving people, indiscriminately eating what they considered the source of the disaster, felt no qualms about it.

In the end, everyone turned into corpses.

Violets bloom on everyone's skin.

As Ria continued searching for the source of the song, he became inexplicably agitated. The sound kept disturbing his mind, making it difficult for him to think.

"The doctors, wearing masks that most closely resemble the image of Death, want to save everyone; they are also on the very edge of death."

A sound came from above Ria's head. He looked up and was caught off guard by a huge bird-beak mask that covered half the sky.

It seemed to be a giant plague doctor, his head tilted, still mimicking a childlike laugh behind his mask—

Crows are naturally adept at mimicking various sounds. After a moment, the plague doctor changed his posture and reached out to move a house from one side to the other.

For him, it was as casual as playing with building blocks, but for Ria, it was watching the tall houses around him disappear in an instant, and the whole earth shaking violently.

The enormous, plague-like creature manipulated this area as if it were a sandbox, where everything else was tiny.

"Welcome, Mr. Disorder! My name is Layton, and Layton Hillgers greets you."

"By the way, if I may ask, how is my singing?"

His voice had returned to normal, but it was still somewhat hoarse. Ria's lips twitched slightly: "It's very pleasant to listen to."

"Really? Or are you disorderly people speaking sincerely?"

Layton nodded a few times: "Time is of the essence, my true form cannot appear, so this is the only way I can communicate with you."

"Can't it be any smaller?"

"I think I'm small enough."

Layton's lenses were so large they could reflect the entire town: "Dear Mr. Ria Kelcha, I know you have many questions, and I'm happy to answer them for you. After all, it is our duty to uphold the rights of patients."

I can answer any questions you may have, but as a black market trader, you understand the meaning of exchange, so I can only answer some trivial matters.

"Alright, where is this place?"

"This place can be wherever you consider it to be."

This statement was quite inexplicable, and the plague doctor seemed unable to offer any further explanation. He casually stacked several houses together, watched them suddenly collapse, and then let out a joyful cawing sound like a crow.

“I haven’t touched anything in a long time, and touching these things always excites me.”

Lia looked at him with some helplessness, and at the same time, she felt that the doctor above seemed to be acting strangely.

He seemed to be imitating, and rather clumsily imitating a certain character trait. Somewhat like—

He suddenly realized something and became wary: "Are you imitating White Mask?"

"Ah, I thought you would like it."

Layton's laughter suddenly stopped: "Don't you like it? As the source of faith, you have to accept the character of all believers."

Ria realized that the other person seemed to know more than she had imagined, but the other person didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

“They have worshipped many gods, and they have combined the idols and prayers of those gods from generation to generation. I find that quite interesting.”

He said, "You don't need to worry about me telling anyone. My memory is never complete, and it quickly becomes confused after I leave here. In other words... do you know what artificial intelligence is?"

Ria's pupils contracted, but the plague doctor calmly and slowly lowered his head and dug his hands into the ground.

“Let’s talk about your illness. Without a doubt, you are a critically ill patient. The disease will destroy you, but it can also give you life.”

"During the illness, death will be very far away. You can collect those beliefs to alleviate the symptoms, but of course, you should also be careful of the harm they may cause."

If one loses their humanity and becomes twisted, what's the point of going home?

Layton casually uttered words that disturbed Ria's peace of mind.

"This isn't home, but you can go back. Thinking like this, doesn't it give you the motivation to get treatment?"

He casually pointed to the ground, and countless phantoms of life appeared. These were the phantoms of the plague doctors who had first arrived in this town hundreds of years ago. The streets were filled with wailing crowds, and rats scurried freely in the streets, even daring to run up to people who were still alive and gnaw on their fingers.

Doctors soon appeared on every street corner, carrying canes and medical kits to examine and treat each patient.

Several plague doctors passed in front of Ria and went straight through his body. Ria suddenly felt a sharp pain in his face. His mask quickly turned to ashes, and his face was completely healed.

“Those kids are all great; they are genuinely fighting for their lives.”

Layton said slowly, "You can trust them. If you can't even trust your own doctor, then there's no one else in this world you can trust."

"By the way, I should clarify that meme derivation should be left to its own devices. There's no need for everyone to come and ask me every time they improve their coding. Who sent you this time, James Johnson?"

Ria nodded.

"He always withheld wages and would go out to play football during work hours."

"Is there such a thing?"

Layton's tone carried a hint of displeasure: "Then we don't need to let him stay here any longer... Mr. Patient, would you like to replace him?"

"Replace him? No, I was just venting to you. In a sense, he's still a very good doctor."

"is it?"

"Yes, so let's discuss withholding a year's wages from him and giving me his salary so I can pay him, how about that?"

……

He didn't know how much time had passed. When Lia came to his senses, he was lying on the first floor in what looked like the hospital lobby, the cold floor beneath him making his bones ache.

(End of this chapter)