They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 140 Conspiracy Theory

"You, you read it."

"I?"

"Who else could it be but you? I believe in the power of paramemes, so it's you."

The clown communicated with his belly puppet, which seemed extremely unwilling, but ultimately yielded to its master.

It shakily approached the note, and to a normal person, it would just seem like a clown amusing himself. However, the truth is far more complicated than that.

The belly puppet blinked, took a deep breath, and then recited the true faceless prayer in one breath.

Its voice was hushed so low that it echoed through the abandoned park, where the clown had drawn a simple faceless altar with a stick on the ground.

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

Wandering the world, witnessing the faceless, untamed souls of all living beings,
Reconstructing nihilistic bliss, bestowing upon the dark truth of decadent pleasure, the embodiment of desire.
We sing praises of desire.

Offering flesh and blood,
Praise without face...

If you still possess consciousness, then reveal your miracles to me, and the offering I will give you is—

My life.

The clown finished its trembling chant, but nothing happened afterward. It breathed a deep sigh of relief, and the clown's already unpleasant expression gradually became even more unsightly.

"The faceless prayer has failed?! This is absurd!"

Enraged, he ripped the head off the doll in his hand and threw it far away. The toy's head rolled a long way, but was suddenly stopped by a piece of metal just as it disappeared into the darkest part of the world.

"Who?" The clown looked in that direction, only to be met with a bullet that pierced his chest instantly and remained lodged there. Soon, long, black, vein-like tendrils began to seep from the wound.

The clown spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained the corners of his mouth even more crimson.

The streetlights nearby flickered a few times, illuminating the figure of the person approaching.

He was a very elegant young gentleman, wearing a top hat, leaning on a cane, and slowly lowering his pistol in his other hand, unhurriedly tipping his hat in salute to the clown.

However, what the gentleman said next was quite different from his gentle and harmless appearance.

"You're only noticing me now? I arrived here before everyone else, so..."

I unilaterally declare this my territory, and you must pay protection money to come here.

The clown squinted, sizing up the young man: "Protection money? No, you're here to arrest me... You're from the Order Association?"

"This is confidential."

Ria raised the hand holding the cane to his mouth and made a shushing gesture. He then imitated the clown's actions and suddenly made an explosion sound with his mouth. More tentacles suddenly surged out of the "bullets" inside the clown's body, looking like a dazzling effect produced after an explosion.

The clown's eyes widened, as if he had suddenly understood something.

"The association wouldn't stoop to such a polluting method—are you a disorderly person?"

"Yes, Mr. Clown, I'm here to warn you that you'd better not cause trouble under the watchful eyes of the Keepers of the Secrets, or they won't let you go even if you run to the deep mountains."

"But you don't have that chance now."

Ria took a step forward, and countless tentacles carrying strong acid surged from the darkness behind him, piercing directly through the clown in front of him and quickly corroding him into a carbonized body dripping with black water.

The patient's body dissolved, eventually turning into a pool of liquid. However, Ria dared not relax at all, because at this moment he noticed that the abandoned recreational equipment around him suddenly began to make noise.

They seemed to come alive and gathered towards Ria.

Ria tilted her head, somewhat puzzled: "Which meme's ability is this?"

He had painstakingly discovered the lair of the patients who were the main motifs of the crows and had come here in advance to stake out the place, not intending to show himself so soon. However, this person suddenly had the puppet in his hand recite a certain prayer halfway through. Upon hearing the prayer, Ria suddenly had an impulse to peel off the skin off his face again and destroy everyone's facial features as well.

The prayer mentioned "faceless".

At that moment, Ria knew that this matter was inextricably linked to the White Mask, and the murder could not be delayed until tomorrow, otherwise, who knew what might happen.

"But why did I suddenly impulsively show myself?"

This matter left Ria completely baffled. According to his personality, he should have been more cautious and aimed for a decisive victory.

Now that the clown had turned into liquid, Ria didn't have the patience to waste time with him. So she took off her hat, pulled out a cup of sea monster slime that had been perfectly stored by the mythical creature, poured it onto the liquid, and mixed the two thoroughly.

"Since you are unwilling to appear, I will now sacrifice you to the abyss."

Perhaps startled by those words, the playground equipment around me completely stopped moving, and the liquid underneath seeped into the soil.

The clown ran away.

Lia also quieted down.

He saw that the other person had left the original note where it was, so he went over, picked it up, and read it carefully.

A moment later, he suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"My game has only just begun, and you're all in such a hurry."

Hunting is like fishing; no matter how impatient you are, you have to patiently cast the bait into the water and wait for the fish to bite.

The bait thought it had escaped the angler's grasp, unaware that the long line behind it was still being pulled.

He was curious to see what the man in the white mask was up to.

……

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!!!"

On a street corner, the clown clutched his chest and kept pulling at his dark tentacles, but they remained rooted to his body. The surrounding houses and roads seemed to mock him, which made the clown curse loudly.

"The Disorderly Ones are nothing but a bunch of madmen who rely on the Bird-Beak Doctor to act arrogantly. If it weren't for the plague doctor behind that person, why would I have chosen to run away?"

But the plague doctor actually sent the disorderly elements to arrest me. Aren't they afraid I'll kill their patients?

The clown grew angrier and angrier. He saw some trash on the road and kicked it away. A dog barked in the distance, as if the trash had hit a poor stray dog.

"You seem very angry?"

A sound came from that direction, and a few seconds later, the clown saw a creature running towards him.

That's... a dog!

This dog has no eyes, nose, or mouth; its ears are erect; and its tail is curled.

At this moment, it wagged its tail a few times, looking at the clown with a puzzled expression.

"Since you're not strong enough, why did you provoke the entire Guardian of Secrets all at once? Don't you know that's suicide?"

"Ah!" the yellow dog exclaimed, suddenly realizing, "Is it because there are no superhumans in the church that makes you feel invincible?"

"How pitiful, both hated and pitied..."

"I don't need a dog to pity me!"

(End of this chapter)