They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 159 Pollution Outbreak
This statement is undoubtedly correct.

Because Ria can now see the clown's body gradually dissolving in the swamp water, and the water in the pool is undergoing a strong change from slow to rapid.

The bubbles burst with a mournful cry, and from that moment on, all the water in the swamps of the forest began to dry up rapidly!
Lia was at the forefront of this anomaly. He stared blankly at the scene, his body's instincts preventing him from moving or even thinking.

"When the patients die, they transform into monsters."

The Joker is really dead, just like that.

"boom!!!!!!"

A giant hand suddenly emerged from the dried-up swamp. Countless bubbles burst and reformed on its surface, and enormous maggots swarmed around it, their bodies covered in long, fuzzy green hairs.

The tips of the long hairs carried red, transparent spheres, which looked like insect eggs or some kind of parasitic fungal organisms.

At this point, the central part of the giant hand had rotted away, exposing the bone, while the metacarpals were covered with graffiti-like watercolor paintings. If its surface resembled a hideous black and white rotting corpse, then behind its decaying flesh lay an innocent and colorful hell.

The stark contrast caused Lia to see double, and she felt an urge to gouge out her eyes and crush them. Meanwhile, the people on the ground were not quite dead yet, and they disregarded their own safety as they reached out their hands toward the giant hand.

These people stared directly at the monster, its features oozing copious amounts of hot, pigment-like blood.

"Extraordinary! Extraordinary! Extraordinary!!!"

"You are already dead, quickly transfer your extraordinary power to us!"

"You jealous bastard, we're going to get contamination too! Give us the virus!"

"Those are ours!"

The wicked people endlessly demanded from the giant hand, and Lia suddenly looked at them: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Fools, you have created a real monster!"

"That's not a monster."

Some countered, "That is the goal of our event; it is a god who can give us everything."

“God?” Ria seemed to laugh in exasperation.

"To be honest, there is no God here. It's all a hoax. Who told you that killing patients would lead to infection with the contamination disease? And who was so bored as to spread so many rumors?!"

He watched helplessly as the giant hand slammed down in his direction, quickly taking a few steps back to avoid its attack range. Meanwhile, those who had been hoping to achieve instant success were smashed into a bloody pulp.

This was a good deal for them, but unfortunately the giant hand's anger was not over. After dealing with Leo and the others, it turned its attention to Ria, slamming down on him relentlessly.

Ria's movements became difficult, so he quickly took out a black cloth from his pocket to cover himself. The next second, the black cloth was attacked and embedded in the mud underground, while Ria's figure appeared on a tree dozens of meters away.

“This can’t go on. It’s not at its maximum size yet, and it’s still growing. If I let it grow any further, I’m sure I won’t get very far before I get attacked.”

He tried to call for a doctor, but he couldn't make a sound to help.

"Did that monster impose some kind of restriction on me? Why did it have to resort to such clever tricks at a time like this?"

Ria took a few deep breaths, opening all the eyes on her body: "Now we can only pin our hopes on this pupil on the back of my neck."

With that, he leaped down from the tree, using the trees for cover to attack the monster with his weapon, while also finding an opportunity to turn his back to the creature and force it to look directly into the golden eyes. At times like this, it's a contest of who strikes first; regardless of the opponent's true strength, the unpredictable and eerie mental pollution alone made Ria uneasy.

The eyes darted around anxiously, and the golden pupil on the back of the neck also stirred.

Its pupils were directed toward the giant hand, and their originally lifeless and dull color gradually began to shine.

Ria's figure darted swiftly through the trees, occasionally firing bullets at the behemoth. He quickly circled behind the giant hand and discovered that it seemed unable to turn around and could only be fixed in one place.

This is undoubtedly good news.

Countless tentacles quickly burst forth from the youth's flesh, their shadows incredibly bizarre and grotesque. But he paid no heed to any of this, instead extending his fingers directly toward the giant hand. The tentacles immediately secreted strong acid and began to entangle it.

"call----"

The giant hand seemed to sense something, and flipped its entire palm backward, forcefully disengaging from its joints and hanging upside down. Ria was startled and wanted to retreat.

His figure disappeared again as the black cloth fluttered down. The giant hand remained still, seemingly observing where Ria might appear.

A few seconds later, it suddenly clawed hard in one direction, and scarlet, serrated nails grew from its fingertips.

"Ugh!!!!"

Ria, who had just appeared there, was caught off guard and, despite retreating in time, had half of her body severed. Fortunately, a layer of skin connected them, preventing them from being completely separated.

Black tentacles surged wildly from the broken sections, connecting the severed bodies. Ria quickly used the tentacles to perform a simple and crude stitching of the wounds, rolling away to avoid the giant hand's next swing.

"..." He gritted his teeth, feeling the excruciating pain, but he couldn't care less about the injury at the moment, because the monster had already launched its next attack.

When it slammed hard on the ground, sending up a cloud of dust, Ria felt as if her internal organs were rupturing. A rare, sweet, metallic taste rose in her throat, but all that came out were tiny eyeballs, not any blood.

At this moment, he turned his head to look at the monster whose palm was deep in the soil. He used all his strength to stand up. As he raised his hand, the tentacles pierced through the body of the giant hand from the ground like bamboo shoots after rain, tightly imprisoning it.

"You have lost your original will. What difference is there between you and those extraordinary beings now?"

Ria clutched the flesh on her side, the tentacles working faster to stitch the cut surfaces of the flesh together, as if afraid they would separate halfway and cause her internal organs to suddenly spill out.

"You've gotten what you wanted. Look, I'm in so much pain now. Isn't this excruciating pain enough to justify the price you pay?"

"For example, now I want to give you eyes so you can see clearly what you've become and what you're doing."

“If these costs are not enough, I can offer even more.”

Lia's face was deathly pale. Facing the source of pollution with such injuries made it difficult for him to even move. If it weren't for the special circumstances, he would have wanted to tear his brain tissue to shreds again.

But now is not the time.

Ria approached the giant hand step by step, then turned around as if offering herself up, revealing the vulnerable back of her neck.

On that surface, a golden eye slowly contracted its pupil, displaying an indifference completely different from its master's expression.

(End of this chapter)