They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 148 What I Thought Was True or False
The young man repeatedly apologized for his behavior.

"Sorry, I probably haven't been sleeping well lately. I've been messing with my brain a lot, which has caused some problems here."

Ria pointed to his head, the blood from his fingertips staining his forehead and sliding down his cheek to the ground.

"But you don't need to worry. This kind of injury can heal with just a little stitching and won't hurt at all... At least in my memory, you're the first person to yell and scream about something like this."

As she spoke, Ria thoughtfully used her tentacles to sew the other person's face back together, without any anesthesia. The only problem was that the stitching wasn't very neat.

The lines formed by the tentacles were crooked and twisted, like wriggling worms tangled together. The man's cries grew weaker and weaker. After a moment, Ria finally finished her stitching work.

He stepped back a few paces, wanting to take a satisfied look at his work, but unexpectedly the other person fainted due to the unbearable pain.

With a "thud," the blind beggar fell to the ground.

Lia sensed that the other person was somewhat mentally fragile, but at the same time, he half-squatted down and stared at the beggar's face: "Aren't you going to change your facial features and show your real face?"

"Don't think that you can pretend to be normal people just by changing your facial features—the white-masked cultists."

The beggar's mouth was agape and blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth; his appearance was so gruesome that it was unbearable to look at.

Of course, the other party couldn't answer Ria's question, and the commotion was quickly noticed. Some people, who couldn't initially see what was happening, insisted on getting closer to investigate.

However, when they saw what was on the ground, they immediately let out a loud scream and quickly fled the scene, fearing that if they were a step too late, it would be their turn.

"I guess those people will report this to the authorities, but it doesn't matter. No matter how much they investigate, the people in white masks are still people in white masks."

Some daring people gathered around him to watch the spectacle. They pointed and whispered at Lia, but he paid no attention to their stares. After confirming that the person on the ground was no longer responding, he left the spot, bored.

And naturally, no one dared to stop this behavior.

As the crowd watched Lia's figure disappear, the beggar on the ground suddenly got up, covered his face in pain, and ran around frantically before crashing headfirst into a lamppost and falling silent.

His body slid down the lamppost like a tattered sack, and his grotesque facial features gradually faded.

"You guessed it? No, you shouldn't have guessed it..."

……

"Click."

Lia closed the door, sat at her desk, took out a box of matches, struck one, and lit the kerosene lamp.

The pungent smell of burning kerosene calmed him down a little.

"My gut feeling tells me I'm right, that guy is White Mask."

"What if I guess wrong?"

"Nothing unexpected."

"I mean, would you wrongly accuse a normal person for no reason, then harm their life, and still believe you are innocent?"

"It's pointless to try to prove this answer; absolute black and white is the original sin."

Lia debated things internally, which sounded like the monologue of a schizophrenic, but everyone has moments of self-questioning and self-answering, so there was nothing abnormal about this situation.

After a long while, he still believed he was right. Since he wasn't wrong, he decided not to worry about the possible appearance of the Order Association. "Coo coo coo!"

A pigeon flew to the window and walked back and forth along the windowsill, nodding its head back and forth.

Ria opened the window, welcomed it in, and untied the reply letter from its leg.

After reading it carefully, he destroyed the letter, leaving only a special stamp that was as small as a fingernail.

This item is a symbol of membership, and the short reply clearly indicated the club's welcome to Ria.

They would welcome anyone willing to pay for them, and to show her generosity, Ria reluctantly agreed to all their charges and even gave them a tip.

The reply is merely a message of agreement; more complex details follow.

Soon after, Ria received a new package containing a complete set of professional attire, several souvenirs, and a map.

The map marked the club's location, and the accompanying letter revealed where they would be conducting special training and combat exercises.

"Damira Forest?"

Ria noticed the vast forest landscape at first glance, and it seemed like a good idea to hunt there.

The map circles the activity area in the forest with a red circle. Only the outer layer is included; the inner layer is not within the activity area because there is a pool of water inside the forest, and the activity leader is worried that his members might accidentally fall into the swamp and suffocate to death.

“I can roughly imagine that it’s more than just a swamp.” Ria knew that the other party was wary of certain supernatural creatures, but at this moment, he was targeting those creatures.

After everything was prepared, Ria traveled by steam car to his destination—the headquarters for the examination of gun licenses in the entire South Adeline.

Because she had given a tip in advance, Ria received a warm welcome almost immediately upon confirming her identity with the staff.

"You want to learn how to use a hunting rifle? That's not easy; you usually need a strong physique to withstand their recoil."

"So we need to improve our physical fitness first?"

"Yes, sir. For example, those large steel bars over there. You would have to carry them for miles every morning and evening... Oh, of course, it's not actually that difficult. You can give it a try."

Lia watched the equipment over there. Many people were trying to lift it with all their might and drag it with all their might. A few people were able to run a considerable distance with heavy objects.

However, among all those hardworking people, a slightly overweight man sat on a recliner, whistling with a look of enjoyment on his face. Someone was holding an umbrella to shield him from the scorching sun and feeding him a bunch of fruit.

This sight intrigued Ria: "Your minister seems to be living a comfortable life. He must be a sharpshooter."

"Don't talk nonsense! That's not our minister, that's a nobleman, a big shot, Leo Sicard, the younger brother of Viscount Sicard. I don't know what this young master was thinking, coming here to learn how to shoot."

However, he didn't actually need to learn. Shooting was usually done by his guards. Of course, they didn't have much power, so they just used this kind of thing to show off their power.

If that person wanted to, he could just take his gun license and leave right now. I advise you not to have too much to do with him.

"What about his brother?"

"Wasn't he dead? I heard he was killed by someone suffering from contamination syndrome. The higher-ups even specifically instructed us to be wary of those dangerous creatures, but..."

This person seemed to want to say something, but could only hesitate and showed a very frustrated expression.

(End of this chapter)