They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 16 The Glorious Rising Sun
The discovery made him freeze for a moment.

The door to his entrance has disappeared, which means he can now only share a room with a portrait of a certain sun, something that is clearly not something a normal person can do.

There is an extraordinary force interfering here.

Is it a mysterious item?
Or... His will?
This is difficult to judge, and it is not the primary object of judgment.

Ria paced around the completely sealed room a few times, staring at the wall and wondering if he could destroy it, but he quickly abandoned those thoughts and went back to the note to read it carefully several times.

“The call to God’s will: I am not His believer, so I first rule out the possibility of me reciting the call to God’s will.”

The more he focused on the words on the note, the more his head throbbed with pain. He looked up at the portrait on the parchment on the wall—the dark lines slowly turned red, as if real fire was burning along those lines, but upon closer inspection, everything seemed normal.

There must be another way to figure out the sun's invocation, otherwise the current situation is too awkward. A deity is waiting for Ria to react, but Ria doesn't understand anything and can only watch like an idiot.

"I should do something."

Ria held the note up to her blue-gray eyes and examined it repeatedly. After failing to discern anything, she called out Little Swarth again.

The four-legged owl slowly pried open Ria's flesh, its eyes fixed on the note. Just as Ria thought it was about to do something, the owl suddenly burst out its feathers and hissed at the note like a viper.

"You're afraid? No, that's not right, this reaction seems to be...you're afraid it will hurt me?"

"Woo—" Little Swarth's pupils widened. It wanted Ria to run away, but it couldn't find an exit to escape from no matter how it looked around.

In fact, the newborn mythical creatures are not very intelligent and are easily stressed like human cubs. Once the little Swarth feels uneasy, it will habitually bite Ria's neck.

To prevent it from biting off more eyeballs from his neck, Ria quickly pressed it back down, but he also got a new idea from Little Swarth's actions.

If the eye at the back of the neck is different from the other eyes, could it be used to see something different?

Without thinking, Ria tried pointing the note at her back, but her eyes didn't react at all.

He was somewhat skeptical. His skin twitched slightly, and more eyes emerged from beneath the skin. These were the sites where he had been injured, and they had never healed. Instead, they had transformed into alien organs lurking within his body.

This is pollution syndrome, which makes the patient less and less human.

However, Ria didn't want to think about that too much for the time being. After those eyes appeared collectively, the eyes behind them seemed to move as if they had a mind of their own.

Its pupils slowly focused on the deliberately concealed characters on the paper. The characters on the paper were distorted and deformed, like countless crawling insects waving their tiny legs above, making rustling sounds.

A strange text inexplicably appeared in Ria's mind, even including the area that had been previously "blurred" by characters.

Those words were not any language that Ria knew; he could only roughly understand them and translate them, but he could not read them aloud.

These languages ​​cannot be pronounced; their existence transcends the realm of human vocalization. Unlike ultrasound and low-frequency waves, which are inaudible to humans, these languages ​​seem even more incomprehensible than so-called sound waves.

Ria closed her eyes, her heart pounding, and she instinctively felt a surge of incredible information flowing through certain areas of her brain.

These things are indeed invocations, which are equivalent to the sacrificial invocations of deities. All devout believers should memorize them, but what they record is only the translated text itself. Ria is different.

He recorded the original text.

"call……"

He opened his eyes: "I see."

"The true name of the Church of the Sun is the Church of the Rising Sun, and they should all respectfully call Him the Radiant Rising Sun."

“I should have realized that these people don’t worship the ordinary sun.” His mind was working overtime. The next second, Ria leaned over to the portrait, wiped away the carbon powder with her finger, and then drew the sun symbol that everyone in the church was familiar with on the table.

A mosquito coil-like circle cuts off the cross symbol; this is the sun.

"A newly emerged star in the land of life and death,"

The center that all things seek in their cycle of rebirth.
Using flames to bisect day and night,
I am waiting in an endless expanse.
Sing praises to the rising sun,

A tribute to the rising sun

Become the rising sun—

Ria recited the invocation with great reverence, then plucked a feather from Little Swarth and presented it with both hands on the wooden table, carefully watching the feather's movement after the invocation was finished.

"Please allow this humble lamb to offer a sacrifice to you, in exchange for this mythical creature's feather, which exists within this church."

He read each word with extreme concentration, and at the same time, his eyes were radiating a strange golden light.

If the so-called forced transaction truly exists, if this transaction is truly equivalent, and if the scales of the rules tend to balance.

Then the deal will not fail.

Ria held her breath, feeling her pulse pounding. Even though she wasn't bleeding, her pulse was definitely beating.

So, did He agree?

Time passed by minute by minute.

And Ria saw the originally black feathers suddenly burst into flames, the crimson flames engulfing its form, leaving not even ashes behind where the flames burned.

Then came a crisp "snap" sound on the table.

An unidentified metal coin lay there, upright and motionless.

After observing it for a few seconds, Ria picked it up in her hand. It looked like an ordinary coin, except that its surface was engraved with a pentagram pattern. The front was a regular pentagram, while the back was a completely inverted pattern.

"This is the mysterious item?"

He wanted to test what this thing was for, but reason told him that there must be a reason why the coin stood upright.

The sacrifice is now over, the confessional has returned to normal, and the exit has reappeared.

It's time to leave.

Ria breathed a sigh of relief, stuffed the coin into the breast pocket of her coat, closed her eyes, and contentedly pushed open the door to leave.

Just as he was about to take the final step, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at the sun image with its strikingly different style.

"This sacrifice can be considered a transaction in a sense. During the transaction, all the eyes on my body were opened, and in theory, they should have absorbed faith... However, the other party is an incomprehensible being, so it is normal that there was no reaction."

Thinking of this, Ria pushed open the door and walked out, completely unaware that the eyes on the back of her neck were staring intently at the painting as she left.

Until it was covered by the collar, it was in complete darkness, and its pupils were always facing the painting through the darkness.

(End of this chapter)