They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 150 Hunting Humans?

"What is this? A supernatural creature that only appears at night?"

Some extraordinary creatures will wander to various places without any pattern. They remain neutral towards humans and will not provoke humans unless humans provoke them.

But now, it had been provoked and could no longer maintain its original harmless attitude. It convulsed and twisted its mangled body rapidly, trying to kill the person in front of it.

Unfortunately, the mangled, hand-like creature struggled for a long time but could not reassemble itself back into its original form, though it certainly made quite a commotion.

Then, another severed hand crawled out from the corner. It moved up and down the wall as nimbly as a spider, and suddenly pounced on Ria when he was off guard.

"boom!"

Without a second thought, Ria raised his hand and fired a shot. The creature fell to the ground with a thud, but before Ria could even catch his breath, it crawled towards him at an even faster speed.

"Bang! Bang!"

The young man fired two more shots, and the supernatural creature finally fell silent.

"These guys are more resilient than I thought."

As she spoke, Ria picked up the "severed hand" from the ground and examined it closely. She discovered that there were eight shiny black eyes on its cross-section, making it look very much like some kind of spider.

"This thing might be classified as an arthropod, but we don't know if they can weave webs. Should we give it a name?"

After thinking for a moment, Ria decided to call them "limb worms." Perhaps the limb worms were born from someone's severed hand and gained new life from there. Often, places where extraordinary creatures appear cannot escape the rule that mutations occur after the death of life.

Unless it is specially cultivated.

Has anyone around here lost a hand?

"No, you should ask... how many deaths have occurred in this area."

Ria continued to examine the limb insects in her hand; their limbs were so clearly visible that even their fingerprints were visible.

Little Swarth cried out at this moment, clearly still not giving up on letting Ria eat the prey it had caught. Ria expressionlessly pried open the mythical creature's mouth and stuffed the limb worm inside.

"Is it tasty?"

"Gurgle." Little Swarth shook his head, then nodded.

Under the cover of night, Ria planned to take it out for a walk. The training ground was built on a wild grassy field where many small animals would roam. Little Swarth would practice hunting like a real eagle.

It spotted a wild mouse, and after observing it for a long time, it flapped its wings and disappeared into the darkness. Then, as it approached the wild mouse, it suddenly split into countless tentacles and smashed the wild mouse into a meat patty.

Soon, it became dissatisfied with such inefficient methods and began to attach itself to tree bark in the form of tentacles, using them to toy with its prey, gathering them together, and delivering a fatal blow at the crucial moment.

It must be said that black is indeed a natural camouflage for the night. If Ria and Little Swarth were not in sync, he would not have been able to find the mythical creature at all. When it is hidden in the dark, it is the best killer.

Although it doesn't seem to have much of a deterrent effect right now.

They stayed there for several more hours. Late at night, Ria yawned and decided to stop practicing there for the day. She retracted all her tentacles and headed to her resting place to sleep.

Just then, a commotion in the distance caught his attention. The sound was like a cry for help, and without thinking, Ria ran over to see what had happened.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" "I already said I wouldn't kill you, why are you running away?"

"You can't believe a word you say! Help me! I'm about to be killed—ah!!!"

With a twang of a bow, the fleeing man's arm was pierced by an arrow, which then pierced through his flesh and emerged.

The man didn't have time to stop and check his injuries. The danger behind him forced him to endure the pain and continue running. Soon, he was cornered. A second arrow struck his back. If the arrow had been slightly off course, the unfortunate man's heart would have been pierced through.

Ria approached to observe the situation and noticed through the darkness that the person chasing on horseback looked familiar. After thinking for less than half a second, he realized that the person was the arrogant and domineering nobleman he had met during the day, Leo Sicard.

He also practiced hunting at night, and the tools he used were bows and arrows, which changed Lia's opinion of this nobleman somewhat, but the only problem was the hunting targets.

If Leo had continued, the man in front of him would have died, so Ria stopped him in time.

Leo stopped his horse, cursing the person who had suddenly spoken, but when he saw that it was Ria, he inexplicably began to curse himself subconsciously.

"What's up? Can't you see I'm practicing?"

"Using people to practice? Your hunting methods are quite extravagant."

The club's schedule is very flexible, and members can be active at any time, but there are probably very few people still practicing at that time, especially those who practice with humans, or even fewer who practice with their own butlers.

"Anyway, I don't lack people to serve me. I can use whoever I want to practice with, it's none of your business. Look at you making such a fuss, I'll scare you to death when the event starts."

Ria sensed something ominous: "The activity involves hunters?"

"That's too superficial. What's the point of revealing the event details in advance? Besides, the reward for the event is a mystery item. Do you even know what a mystery item is?"

At this moment, Ria did not use faith to forcibly restrict people's words and actions; he automatically ignored those unpleasant words and took a few steps forward.

"You and your brother are somewhat similar. Your brother liked clown entertainment and then suddenly exploded. As for you, it's hard to say."

The prey will eventually become the hunter, and the hunter may well become the prey.

As he was talking, Leo suddenly seemed to be struck by a nerve and started arguing with Ria: "What do you know! I'm nothing like that guy. He's a complete idiot. How can we give all of Father's property to that guy!"
Why can't I get what's rightfully mine? Am I worse than him? No, I'm far superior to him.

From a young age, I excelled in everything I did, whether it was horseback riding, archery, or anything else. However, they only praised my brother, who was always doing nothing productive.

"Haha, I don't want to give up either the title or the wealth. Among noble children, only the eldest son can inherit the title, while the second son's status will only decline, and he'll be driven out of the house when he reaches adulthood."

"So you're not reconciled?"

"Yes, I'm not reconciled, but now that he's dead, it's a wonderful thing, and we should all praise the great—"

"It's not just about praising the gods."

Ria stood there, inexplicably inspiring fear: "I've remembered everything you said, Young Master Leo."

"Given the questions you two have raised, it's hard for me not to focus my attention on you."

(End of this chapter)