They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 160 The lingering ghost
Both sides were filled with highly polluting things. Ria was gambling that the eye on the back of his neck could overpower that strange hand. If not, he guessed he would have to accept his fate of being smashed into mincemeat and slowly recovering.

These are all the best-case scenarios. As for the rest, Lia didn't want to think about it. He could only wait for the outcome of the game despite his injuries.

Time seemed to slow down around them, and Ria even unconsciously held her breath, quietly counting down a string of numbers in her mind.

"Thirteen...fourteen...fifteen..."

There was still no response. Ria turned around and looked at the giant hand above, only to find that it had turned pure gray and its body was covered with countless eyes.

It seems to have been successful.

Lia breathed a slight sigh of relief. At that moment, the pain in his abdomen surged back up his nerves to his brain. He could no longer hold back and collapsed to the ground, curling up in pain. It took him a long time to sit up again.

"All the effort was worth it; this is the first time I've ever caught such a huge prey."

"Goo!" Little Swarth nodded over his wound, skillfully pulled out a bandage and wrapped it tightly around Ria's waist, then tried to sever his brain nerves now.

"Don't move yet."

Lia stopped it, saying, "We need to find a safe place to cut the nerves; it's not safe here."

Although the supernatural creatures spawned from the contamination patients have been dealt with, Ria cannot allow himself to lose consciousness here. He needs to go back, and he must take the "spoils of war" with him.

Little Swarth understood its host's meaning. It transformed into a giant net to cover the giant hand, attempting to swallow it completely.

Meanwhile, Ria took a few steps nearby, observing those who had been shoved into the ground by the giant hand.

Their bodies had completely turned into a paste, flattened beyond recognition, yet as Ria looked at their faces, her emotions gradually became somewhat strange.

It has no face.

Wait, these people have no shame!?

He immediately began to frantically stab those people's bodies with his tentacles, but it was too late; his actions were merely an outlet for his unease.

Looking again at the giant hand that had turned completely gray, Ria's heart was filled with complex emotions, and he couldn't express how he felt.

Was it fear, anger, or a feeling that it was all absurd and ridiculous?

Perhaps all these emotions were present. Just then, Little Swarth had completely swallowed the giant hand into its body. Without thinking, Ria immediately took it with her and fled out of the forest.

The image of those faceless figures smashed to pieces kept replaying in Ria's mind, making her realize that she had fallen into a complete trap.

Given his current physical condition, encountering that group of lunatics would definitely not end well, and who else could those lunatics be but the White Mask?

"A bunch of persistent beasts—"

Ria moved through the forest at his fastest speed. Due to his special physique, even when seriously injured, his running speed far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Just like the facts he mentioned before regarding exports.

Everyone here is prey.

He could no longer describe the style of the White Mask group, but there's a saying that goes, "What you fear will eventually find you." Just when Ria thought she had escaped to a considerable distance... the group appeared.

They were dressed in black robes and wore white masks. They approached Ria from all directions, muttering some incomprehensible words.

"Praise be to Faceless Trade! Do you like the gift we prepared for you?"

"White mask!"

Lia pronounced the word word by word, wishing she could devour them alive.

As if he had suddenly found an outlet for his anger, he pulled a short knife from his pocket and charged at them. When people are extremely uneasy, they start to get angry, and these people became the perfect targets for Lia's venting. He didn't even want to use any extraordinary means to kill them; he thought these people deserved to be torn to pieces, and he should inflict every kind of torture he could imagine on them.

"Oh, you're angry?" someone exclaimed in surprise.

Why are you angry?

"Is there something we did that didn't meet your expectations?"

"Everything we've done is for you!"

"Praise for facelessness and trade."

"Praise for Facelessness and Trade—"

"Praise be to faceless people and trade!!!"

The men bowed their heads in unison to Lia, but Lia ignored their attitude and grabbed one of them by the collar, stabbing him in the mask with her knife.

With a few crisp "crack" sounds, the mask shattered, revealing the other person's face, which had no features.

"Is it fun to run around with this face all day? I'll draw facial features on you right now—you're welcome, it's what I should do."

He gouged out the other person's skin, revealing the eyeholes in the skull behind, then grabbed the edge of the eye socket with his fingers and slammed it into the ground.

"boom!!!"

"boom!!!"

"boom!!!"

As he continued smashing, Ria suddenly felt that the frustration he had been carrying for the past few days had dissipated considerably. His mood improved, so he simply used a knife to pierce the other person's bones, took out the brain, and filled it into the eye socket, creating two "eyes" out of thin air for the other person.

"Isn't this much better?"

"..."

"Next, it's your turn."

Lia used a dagger to kill everyone here, and her methods became increasingly vicious, almost reaching a point of cruelty.

The people in white masks, who were initially unmoved, began to fear Ria later on. After all, no one could remain unmoved at the sight of their own brain being stuffed into the eye socket of another.

Even now, they discover that Ria is still forcibly stuffing the White Mask Church's masks into his companions' "mouths" through their skin. With a tearing sound, Ria succeeds, which excites him even more. He then pulls on someone's intestines and ties all the believers together.

At this moment, those people finally began to struggle, as if they had regained their senses.

"I'm innocent! I'm not one of the White Mask's people! He ordered me to do all this!"

“I’m telling you, what are you? I’m telling you, I don’t know you at all, I don’t even know why I’m here.”

"Don't kill me! I have a wife, parents, and children at home. The children are still young; they can't lose their father!"

"Please, let us go! We didn't know anything!"

The group huddled together, wailing. Ria smiled gently and said, "Let you go? What are you talking about? All I know is that thanks to your White Masks' entertainment, I'm in a very good mood right now."

"White masks!? We...we don't know them at all. We were all captured and woke up like this. We didn't do anything wrong!"

"Any last words?"

(End of this chapter)