They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 161 Let us praise the Faceless!

"What I said is true!"

“A fine last word, sir.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Ria raised her hand and tapped her fingers up and down twice. The tentacles in the shadows of those people throbbed and pierced through them, leaving them hanging on the tentacles.

They are all dead.

Lia carefully checked everyone's movements and the feedback was that there was no movement.

well.

He took out a clean white cloth to wipe the blood off his hands and the blade, then casually stuffed the cloth into someone's eye socket.

After doing all this, Ria left the forest with little Swarth, completely satisfied. The journey was very smooth, and although his performance did not suddenly make him Meme Seven, he still gained quite a bit.

The guidance from the sun is merely a suggestion, not an interpretation that guarantees success; it all depends on one's own luck.

At least that's what Ria thought.

Several hours later, he successfully emerged from the Damira Forest. Upon seeing the outside world, he breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out his cane, and limped toward the club.

"Your injury is more serious than I thought."

A familiar voice appeared beside Ria. Ria did not move, but she already knew who it was.

"You'll get used to it. At least the size of the prey I've caught is unprecedented... By the way, James."

"what?"

"I think I'm about to faint. That guy's punches almost shattered my insides. I have to say, he's one of my kind. He's only a meme level 8 and he's already that powerful..."

As she was speaking, Ria pushed her cane forward, and her body collapsed to the ground with a "thud" like a puppet whose strings had been cut. It all happened so suddenly, as if she had deliberately fallen.

James looked at him silently, and the examination revealed that the patient's internal organs were indeed badly damaged.

In other words, Ria wasn't faking it; he eliminated the mutated supernatural creature, the clown, despite his injuries, escaped the forest, and has held on until now.

"Well, to put it another way, being able to take down that thing... you're more terrifying than it."

James approached Ria, lifted him up, and carried him on his back. Little Swarth tried to attack midway, but James easily drove him away.

"Go away, you rude mythical creature."

"Awooo!? Awoooaaaaaah!"

Little Swarth got angry and argued with him, but when he realized that the bird-beaked doctor had no intention of hurting Ria, he simply lay back down on Ria's head, hesitantly twisting and turning his head to stare at James.

Their bodies quickly turned into black mist and dissipated in the air.

A few minutes later, James drove Ria back to the club's accommodation and turned to look out the window—it was still cloudy outside.

"What's going to happen next might be a big challenge for you. Good luck, Kelcha."

After saying that, he walked forward and disappeared.

……

On the streets, in the woods, under the houses—

A group of people without facial features reunited and began to chatter about something interesting.

"Is there enough food?"

“As if that’s not enough.”

"How much is left?"

"It's unclear. The appetite of those indescribable beings is like a bottomless pit. Who knows how much they will consume?"

"This can't go on... Hey, thinking is really difficult for me, so I might as well give up thinking now and leave everything to instinct!"

“Great idea.” The Faceless Men seemed to have come up with something incredibly important. They hugged each other, high-fived each other, and then poured flammable liquid on each other.

"I can not wait any more."

Do you think He will appear?

"I don't know, and I don't need to know. We just need to give up everything and leave everything to the leader to arrange. Besides, aren't we the leader?"

This is truly a chaotic situation.

Thinking drives people crazy, so all you need to do is abandon thinking and leave everything to them.

We must understand that we both absolutely love this world!

As they were talking, a fire completely engulfed their bodies, making them dance and gesticulate wildly in the flames until all the moisture on their bodies evaporated.

Such incidents occur in various places.

People saw them inexplicably heading towards death, and the white-masked cultists could be seen everywhere going to their deaths.

The deaths of these people took various forms. Although it's not surprising that the white-masked cultists would do anything, their actions still drew the attention of the Order Association.

No one knows what they want to do, and anyone who tries to capture them alive will be killed by them first.

One after another, lives that should have been vibrant were taken to their deaths. The term "white mask" was once pushed to the forefront of public opinion, while their true leader remains missing to this day.

On this day, Ria had a very unusual dream.

He dreamt that he was in a void, and the noise in his ears was like the cacophony of thousands of flutes being played by thousands of people, giving him an unbearable headache.

A voice told him that the time had come to fulfill his divine duty.

"What divine authority could I possibly have?" Ria didn't quite understand. This was his dream, and in theory, he could control it at will if he wanted to.

I can usually ignore my dreams, but this noise was really annoying.

The next second, he waved his hand, and the strange dream vanished into thin air. Before the dream shattered, he turned around and saw a huge human head connected to a beast's body, with everything around him being the creature's wings.

Most importantly, he has no facial features at all; his face is completely flat.

"!"

Lia suddenly stood up, but accidentally aggravated his wound, and for a moment his mind went blank.

The gray-blue pupils slowly turned downwards, and then, a pale image appeared in the lenses.

It was a pure white mask. Ria didn't understand why it was in her hands, but the eyes on the back of her neck had never been so active.

Its pupils contracted, conveying all the knowledge that Ria wanted to know to him in a way that humans could understand.

"..."

Upon touching upon this line of thinking, Ria suddenly understood in an instant what the White Mask's actions were for.

"The white mask in my hand is something they obtained by sacrificing the souls of all its members."

Offering sacrifices to something that has no prayer is very difficult. For example, Ria refused to offer sacrifices and did not acknowledge any external prayers. He was completely free to choose whether or not to fulfill his duty, and no one could morally coerce him.

However, the white-masked figures broke through this invisible rule at a great cost. They tried to influence Ria's mind, making him inadvertently take their existence seriously, and then held a massive sacrifice in a special way.

The purpose of this sacrifice is to establish a transaction link between the two parties.

All sacrifices can be described as transactions.

Once established, it would be tantamount to Ria acknowledging his own prayer, and indirectly acknowledging his new name.

The faceless god.

(End of this chapter)