They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 158 Please Care for the Crows

“We should leave this dangerous place as soon as possible. Stop telling your horror stories, Kelcha.”

"I don't usually tell horror stories. I'm stating a fact, and the premise of that fact is..."

"I'm sorry, friend, we might not be able to get out."

What do you mean by that?
"We haven't even tried our best to escape, how do you know we can't get out?"

"Do you really want me to expose you? Fine—now tell me what you're holding?"

With his hands hidden behind his back, Seren's eyes flashed with a sinister glint when he faced Ria's questioning.

The next second, the man pulled out his gun and tried to kill Ria, but at the same instant, a black tentacle pierced through the muzzle of the gun, piercing through the entire gun and the man's body.

"As a descendant of a powerful family business, I imagine you must have come into contact with some extraordinary secrets, otherwise you wouldn't be here alive."

Your gaze was uneasy as you listened to my story; you were looking for an opportunity to kill me. In fact, you could have done it the moment you saw me, but you didn't understand whether I had become a monster like those bubble appendages back then.

"I can only say you have some ideas, but not deep enough—you've come here and prepared for so long for this hunt, how could you possibly give up halfway through?"

"Everyone has the same thought: no one wants to be prey. However, here, everyone is prey. The only difference is who is more capable."

Ria retracted his tentacles, while Seren's expression remained one of terror. He fell into the swamp with a "plop," and the filthy sewage instantly enveloped him, with many bubbles popping and crackling above him.

"I'll give this to you. From now on, treat me as one of your own and try not to get in my way."

A flash of golden light appeared on Rialu's exposed skin, and at the same time, the bubbles quickly calmed down and stopped gathering in the swamp near Rialu.

At this moment, Ria began to slowly pace back and forth: "What are these people plotting? It seems they had planned this day all along, from the slaves used as prey to the hostile companions, and then to the contamination patients among the slaves."

They should know that patients are difficult to kill, so why would they choose a clown as their prey? Do these people actually enjoy torture?

As Ria pondered, a thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly widened his eyes, his fingers trembling slightly, his gaze filled with disbelief.

The words the children had spoken before echoed in my ears once again.

That's a wonderful thing! I've heard that people who get this disease can gain superhuman powers. If we had those powers too, wouldn't we be able to avoid such a miserable existence...?

Extraordinary power?

Extraordinary power!

"(Otherworldly profanity)! Have these people lost their minds?!"

Ria gritted her teeth and begged the swamp bubbles to guide her deeper into the forest.

……

"Now I understand the role the meme card plays for you. Without that card, it's difficult for you to utilize your supernatural abilities, and when the master meme is known and targets you, the pain you suffer will be doubled!"

Beneath the lush trees, Leo watched the clown struggling in the swamp, so wretched he was unrecognizable, and with a sense of glee, he repeatedly pierced his heart with arrows.

“Look! This is a mysterious item that I obtained from the followers of the White Mask. It can make you love anything, but your ‘lover’ will die soon. There’s nothing I can do about it; they said that this is how you can be of the greatest use.”

"Mr. Clown, you are so pathetic. You have been neglected since childhood, and now you have been diagnosed with a pollution disease that gives you extraordinary abilities. You even believe that others can cure your disease because of your spiritual deficiency, and you are doing your duty for us."

I almost feel bad hurting you, haha. Look at you, you don't even have a name, everyone calls you the clown, everyone hates you, nobody likes "Crow," you're utterly unlikeable. But now it's different, we'll all like you, we'll all be grateful to you. Isn't this exactly what you, who seems hateful on the surface but is actually starved for love inside, most want?

"You're about to die! Why aren't you dead yet? People will care about you more when you're gone!"

With a ferocious expression, Leo repeatedly stabbed the clown's chest and everything around him with his cold, sharp blade. Several people gathered around him, providing material for Leo's entertainment project.

"I've heard that the disease of the contaminated people spreads widely the moment they die. If we kill them, we can gain coveted superhuman abilities. Then, doing whatever we want will be a piece of cake!"

Some people say, "I believe I can control the entire family, and even overthrow the Order Association, since they are all just a bunch of ordinary people who can't even kill a chicken."

Some people said, "Why can't we become king? We can turn the whole of Enderus upside down, and even sail to other continents to show them what we're capable of."

This group of people fantasized about all sorts of things they would do after gaining superhuman abilities, while the clown's eyes in the swamp grew increasingly dim. Sometimes, damage to the mind is more deadly than physical injury.

The objects around him kept telling him all sorts of worrying things, only to be destroyed the next second.

Whose fault is this?

Perhaps everyone is at fault, or perhaps no one is at fault.

The clown closed his eyes, and his desperate blood fell into the swamp, merging with it.

"If death could bring relief..."

Ria rushed over at that moment: "Stop!!!"

"If this is enough to make you pay the price..."

"Pfft!!!" The fine tentacles pierced through everyone's heads, and scalding blood splattered on the ground.

"If... never mind, there are no ifs."

"If there truly is a supreme God, then please grant my final wish."

"Wake up! I'm giving you the meme card right now. You absolutely can't die!"

"This day has finally come. Thank you for letting me experience what love is before I die."

"I'm here now to repay you all and return all the 'care' I've shown you!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

"..."

The clown laughed maniacally, his lips clenched upwards, his muscles tense, until he was completely lifeless.

The entire area was silent; even the ripples from the swamp bubbles seemed almost imperceptible.

However, Ria felt a profound sorrow, a sorrow that stemmed from a deep resonance within her soul and from extraordinary ramblings.

It seems to be saying... Look, Ria Kercha, death is not the end for you at all.

(End of this chapter)