They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 145 The Faceless God

He could have figured things out, but the suspect suddenly bit his tongue and died during the interrogation.

Anyone who encountered this situation would be furious.

What's even more infuriating is that these people could have been living normal lives.

"It's all because of me... Hahaha, did you think I'd think that way?"

Ria seemed to understand that the White Mask Church liked to provoke him by killing its members, and even if he didn't provoke them, they would still cause trouble everywhere.

The dead on the ground might have other uses for Gann, and Ria felt that she couldn't just hand them a handle for nothing. So she simply carved a sun ritual circle on the ground, intending to send these corpses to the Radiant Sun to resolve the matter.

"..."

After reciting the prayer for the rising sun, Ria pointed to all the dead things on the ground: "Under the blazing sun, the filth will eventually burn away, great and sublime radiant rising sun, I pray that these things be offered as sacrifices to you, and that you tell me the best place for the next meme performance."

"call--"

Everything on the ground disappeared, and Ria breathed a sigh of relief when she could no longer see them.

He looked at the answer the sun revealed on the ground, and silently reached out to erase the traces.

In the following days, no one bothered him anymore.

When Ria had nothing to do, she liked to sort through her money, carefully count the amount, and then put it back into little Swarth's mouth.

The silver coins sent by the Order Association were kept separately by Ria, who wondered if the other party was worried about the risks of defaulting on payments to black market merchants, which was why they were so eager to return them to him.

Moreover, the money was delivered by a mysterious item, which, in a sense, indicates that the Order is a group of people who are quite willing to spend lavishly.

Lying in bed at night, Ria held a silver coin and examined it repeatedly for a long time. He felt that since he advanced to Meme Eight, the characteristics of the Black Merchant had become stronger, especially his ability to amass wealth.

If someone were to steal his money right now, Ria would absolutely fight that person to the death.

Fortunately, this thought can be controlled.

“There are risks in continuing like this. Money is something I can’t value too much, otherwise it will become my fatal weakness sooner or later.”

Ria thought of dragons, creatures that were equally greedy. People would kill them at all costs for the gold they hid in caves. Of course, some people also used gold to lure dragons.

"I wonder if there are dragons in this world. What a great opportunity! But I can't abandon everything to record those amazing creatures."

"If they really exist, it would be nice to see them."

In Ria's imagination, they weren't covered in filth; at the very least, those creatures should be normal beings that conform to human aesthetics.

He stuffed the silver coin into his flesh and closed his eyes.

This dream seems very different.

Ria lay on a clean white bed, and everything was fine except for the fact that someone was crying beside her.

Why are you crying?

He turned his head in confusion to look at his parents beside him. His parents covered their faces, looking very sad. Their voices grew softer and softer, more and more suppressed.

"Xiao Ya, Xiao Ya—how could you leave us like this? How are we supposed to live now!"

“I’m perfectly fine, what’s wrong with you two?” Ria tried to talk to them, but no one paid any attention to him. So he simply threw off the covers, stood up, and approached his parents.

“Look at me, I’m standing right here, I’ve always been here.”

"My child, my child, you were so young... We were poor before, and you worked so hard to give us a better life. He was such a good child, why did God have to take your life!"

“No, Dad, Mom! Look at me, I’m really still alive, you can’t really…” As Ria spoke, she watched her parents lunge forward, passing through her body and landing on the bed. The bed was empty, and Ria was standing there, but the two old people stubbornly believed that their child’s body was on the bed.

Ria noticed that the lighting here seemed a bit dim.

The once bright ward has been transformed into a morgue, with countless corpses laid out on numerous iron-framed beds around it. Their faces are covered by white sheets, but their feet are exposed, each bearing a number.

The young man's parents were still weeping by the bedside when Ria temporarily left them to check on the dead.

He reached out and lifted the blanket over someone, touching what should have been a good thing, but the bad news was... this person had no face.

The next person had no face either, and the one after that, and the one after that... Everyone here had lost their facial features.

Just then, Ria's parents suddenly turned their heads and stared at him, their faces also devoid of features.

Dreaming of faceless parents will likely become a shadow over every child.

"Xiaoya, do you know how you died?"

"You were such a cautious child, how could you have gotten into trouble by taking the path you always took... You suddenly lost your senses, couldn't see things, and fell to your death!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Get out of here!!!"

Ria finally realized what was behind it all, and he pulled a knife out of his pocket and stabbed his parents.

"How dare you impersonate them!"

He squatted on the ground and wildly swung the blade, without seriously considering why he was carrying a knife.

The faceless "corpses" lying on the iron bunk beds all got up and surrounded him, applauding and cheering for his actions.

The morgue door slowly opened, and without thinking, Ria pushed everyone aside and ran out. He felt something was wrong here, and he had to take the elevator back upstairs.

"drop--"

The elevator's blood-red number changed from 15 to -1. With a jolt, the elevator doors opened, but the elevator room inside was not the one Lia had imagined.

He saw a monster.

That "monster" had a head that filled the entire elevator lobby.

Its body was covered in yellowish-brown fur or feathers, and its face had no facial features whatsoever. Its massive, lion-like claws tried to tear the elevator apart, and its movements exuded an absolute sense of oppression. Ria felt her flesh and blood melting the moment she saw it.

He struggled and rolled on the ground like a slug, unable to resist crawling toward the monster. Just as he was about to touch it, the elevator doors closed automatically, leaving only a puddle of liquid on the ground that resembled a slug meeting salt.

……

The dream ended with a stinging sensation in the back of Ria's neck and eyes.

Ria opened his eyes and found Little Swarth lying on his chest, watching him intently as he woke up. He immediately pierced Swarth's neck with his tentacles, hoping he hadn't been frightened by the nightmare.

“…I appreciate your kindness, but there’s no need for that.”

Ria forcefully tucked the protruding tentacles into her neck, then got up, feeling that something about the dream was off.

Although his dreams had always been somewhat eerie, this was the first time they had been so open and aboveboard.

The monster that appeared in the dream, Ria remembered, seemed to be a god worshipped by the White Mask Church, and the idol that Garn had once brought out looked like it.

Therefore, Ria should not call the monster "it," but rather "He."

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