They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 146 There is such a good thing
"The Faceless One, the Faceless God... In my dream, I died instantly after just one glance at Him. Is this deity truly a fabrication?"

The credibility of the White Masks' words is a complete mystery. If the Faceless Ones are fabricated, then Ganon's meme code is very likely to be a terrifying number.

It seems that no one has ever seen his true form. Even a slightly stronger manifestation of his will can drive anyone who sees him to mental disorder. It is unclear what would happen if one were to confront his true form directly.

"Troublesome." Ria took out the card she had collected, the one featuring the Joker, and shouted into the air, "James, James!"

"Stop shouting. Don't you know you should give people some privacy?"

"You even know the term 'private space'? Looks like you're somewhat cultured."

"Rude patient... how did you even spot me!?"

James suddenly appeared from the side and walked towards Ria. Ria didn't answer his question, but instead showed the back of the meme card in her hand to the doctor: "What do the squares on the back of this thing represent?"

“A diamond-shaped cube?” James glanced at it. “This symbol represents sorcerers, also known as tricksters. They are best at manipulating objects, and sometimes they can even give objects a brief life and communicate with them.”

"On another note, you took care of that guy faster than I expected. It seems you're one of the best among the meme community—"

"It really takes a lot of effort to get you to improve your memes."

Ria felt that James's ability to insult people had been improving recently, so he withdrew the meme card.

What do you think of White Mask's recent actions?

"What do I think? I don't want to see it. These lunatics will only take advantage of your kindness. The more you hate them, the happier they will be."

James and Ria analyzed the situation on Zolamu Street, saying that the white-masked men had carried out their nefarious schemes on that land, and that the underground laboratories were all their doing.

These creatures cultivate human-faced moths, which gradually erode Zolamu, causing aging to spread, and newborns of unknown origin appear after those people die.

Where do you think those children came from?

James sat in the chair opposite Ria and bent the chair legs.

Ria: "It's possible that they transformed, but it's unrealistic to conjure something out of thin air. If someone brought the baby from somewhere and took it to Zolamu, then that method would be more reasonable."

The child I met in Zolamu was already dead, but the pollution brought it to life. Whether this child will grow up is another matter, but judging from the time the incident was discovered until it erupted, those children wouldn't have reached adulthood.

The problem is, where did they get the bodies? South Adeline doesn't look like a place where babies would be dumped.

"These kinds of things can be found in large quantities if you're willing to look. For example, hospitals in various places are a good target. Of course, these are regular public hospitals and have nothing to do with us. Even if we are doing an internship, we are in a special department."

"It seems that group of people are quite interested in you lately, but you know Kelcha, if you want to recover from your illness, you can't rely too much on the doctor's protection. Constantly seeking the doctor's help will only lead to a tragic end."

And don't you know I've been really busy with the games lately? Don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary. I'll come back to check things out when you get promoted or are about to die.

"Goodbye."

"Wait, help me deliver a package to Ms. Ilint."

Ria called to him, pointing to the package on the table. James looked at it with utter disdain.

"You always manage to say words I don't want to hear."

Before he could finish speaking, he transformed himself into a football jersey, grabbed his package, and disappeared. Ria was quite certain that he was simply holding a grudge.

A certain doctor with a bird-like beak couldn't stand seeing his entire salary end up in the patients' hands, which Lia found quite ridiculous.

“People hate it when others take back what they have done to them… I wonder if the White Mask Church is like that.”

It doesn't seem to be working to deal with them the way they do; those guys start committing suicide whenever they see Ria, and Ria has absolutely no idea what they're up to.

If this law can continue to be applied, wouldn't it mean that as long as he stands in the enemy's stronghold, he can completely wipe out the entire church?
"Is there such a good thing?"

"Forget it, it's better to just think about it."

Ria decided to take advantage of her free time to get a gun license. It wasn't a necessity for hunter memes, but it could be an effective way to improve her marksmanship.

Endlers has a wide variety of firearms, and in addition to pistols, Ria wants to practice using shotguns.

Most importantly, he heard that nobles would also hold events in special hunting clubs, competing with the masses for prey, and that the guys who frequented the clubs most often were related to the murdered Viscount Sicar.

The man seemed to be his twin brother. Through him, they should be able to find some clues about the clown, since his brother should know that Sikar is always with the clown.

"To portray a hunter, you must first understand hunters. This identity cannot be successfully portrayed simply by shooting people with a gun."

Hunting is an activity that has been prevalent since ancient times. It is a kind of wild ritual. In the past, people would hold a festival around the spoils after hunting, and they would also pray for the protection of the hunting god before hunting.

It was unclear whether the god of hunting, Ria, was present; he was prepared to pray to the sun as always.

Next, he submitted an application to the hunting club.

Ria's letter was delivered by a pigeon. After writing it, he tied the letter to the pigeon's leg and that was it. Throughout the process, little Swarth stared gloomily at the pigeon that was trembling with fear.

Almost the instant Ria let go, the pigeon hurriedly flew into the sky, not wanting to linger for even a second longer.

“Let me think, how can I combine three memes at the same time?” Ria looked at the sky until the pigeon’s silhouette completely disappeared.

Black marketeer, magician, hunter—he's preparing to portray something different this time. Always adapting to the same old roles always bores Lia.

Moreover, Murazzo's audience hasn't paid the price for his performance yet; all of that has been attributed to White Mask by Ria, who plans to settle the score gradually later and isn't in a hurry now.

Investing requires patience; once you lose patience, you can easily face a loss crisis.

Thinking of the unknown profits, Ria's heart began to itch again. He chose to continue his magic performances on the street while waiting for the club's reply, hoping to earn some money and some faith.

He has always been a man of action.

(End of this chapter)