They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 164 Blindness
The faceless god had not lied to him; everything that had just happened was a dream.

After he completely severed ties with the Faceless One, the being whose true form was still in the void seemed to show signs of awakening. It slightly opened its mouth, and a chaotic mist covered its entire body.

He was murmuring, speaking in a language no one could understand.

Golden...eyes...almost...discovered...me

I hope...He...won't...me...encounter...my...other...avatars.

【…】

When Ria woke up, he was still in bed in the cabin at the club, but the white mask in his hand had disappeared.

That might be considered good news, but there's also bad news: it's dark now, and no one is turning on the lights.

"My health is getting worse every day. Why can't I see anything tonight?"

Ria pressed her forehead a few times, recalling her conversation with the Faceless God. Compared to the Rising Sun and the Abyss, He was indeed much more active.

He answered all three questions he had asked Him, proving that He was not lying. Moreover, such answers would strengthen Ria's mental support. He had been deceiving himself that this world was a dream, and since someone was willing to provide such answers, he was naturally happy to reinforce this support.

Before asking questions of the gods, one must consider equivalence, meaning that some answers are simply not suitable for them to know now. If one insists on asking and tries to be clever, it might just attract their attention.

Just pretend you're an idiot.

"I am a dreamer."

"Everything here is fake, fake, so I can do whatever I want without any psychological burden or mental pressure."

He simply hypnotized himself, then stretched out his tentacles to touch the light switch, but the light did not become bright as expected.

After a dozen seconds, his vision was still completely black.

"Hahaha...hahaha!"

Mischievous laughter seemed to come from all around, like someone couldn't help but chuckle.

"Who?" Ria became alert.

"It seems he can't see."

"He just can't see."

"So we succeeded? We summoned Faceless in his dream at a considerable cost, and then induced him to accept his new name. Now he can't change it even if he wants to!"

"Why did you say it out loud? How are we supposed to entertain our new god now?"

"What's wrong with saying it out loud? I'll say that I've always found it awkward to have two blue eyes among a bunch of golden eyes, and I wish I could just unify their colors. See, now that we've just destroyed them, doesn't it look much better?"

"Hahaha, our church work is always so much fun!"

Seemingly noticing that Ria had taken notice, the group of people showered him with concern, offering him tea and water, but Ria remained motionless, as if struck by a heavy blow.

The smiles on the faces of the people around him grew wider and wider.

See? Another one driven crazy.

It's more fun when people are crazy; it's no fun when everyone is just pretending to be serious.

“Dear Lord, you don’t need eyes now, since you have enough anyway. We just happened to clean those two contaminants of different colors for you. Do you feel much better now?” Someone leaned close to Ria, adopting a fawning tone.

But Ria completely ignored him.

"..." "Why isn't my lord speaking?" the man asked, somewhat annoyed.

"Maybe he just doesn't like to talk."

"Then let's rehearse it again according to the original plan. Maybe he'll become more talkative then."

“Good idea…cough cough! Kelcha, what are you daydreaming about all day? I’m your psychologist, and I’m diagnosing you. Why are you silent again?”

Look at you! You actually used a pen to poke your own eye out! It's utterly absurd!

Hearing the pretentious voice of the person beside him, Lia was not angry. He simply got up from the bed and touched his eyes, finding that they were still there, but he didn't know why he had gone blind.

Perhaps this is the price of facing the faceless one directly; at the very least, it can be ruled out that he was pierced by a sharp object, because mythical creatures would never allow anyone to touch Ria so easily.

"Swald, kill them."

Ria gave direct commands to the mythical creature lurking within her body. Accompanied by the excruciating pain of flesh being torn apart, she heard the mythical creature's hiss and the crisp sound of everyone's bodies being severed and falling to the ground.

Soon, the noise subsided, and Ria felt a warm sensation on his neck, probably from the mythical creature rubbing against it.

"Can you still see things?" Ria asked it.

"Ow."

"If you can, call out twice."

"Ow!"

Little Swarth happily flapped his wings twice, then suddenly realized something very serious.

The host didn't look at it, but closed its eyes quietly, and it was unclear where it was facing or what it was thinking.

Why won't he open his eyes?

Just as little Swarth was wondering, Ria began to take out a cane from her tentacles and probe around. The bottom of the cane collided with some equipment, making a metallic clanging sound.

Lia quickly crouched down to touch the equipment. He felt as if he had touched a wheel, above which was a long metal rod, then more metal supports, and then something softer, which felt more like fabric.

A bed on wheels?

This bed doesn't seem like one of the club's. Rather, it reminds Lia of a hospital bed. Is he in a hospital right now?

The jokes of the White Mask Cultists echoed in my mind again: you can't trust what they say; you can never tell which of their words are true and which are false.

"So this is a mental health clinic, and I was getting therapy and then I killed the doctor?"

After pondering for a moment, Ria rejected the idea. What he needed to do now was figure out how long it would take for his eyes to recover. In any case, he could recover from any injury he had suffered before, so there was no reason why a pair of eyes couldn't.

If they really don't work, then Ria will not hesitate to remove them both, allowing her eye sockets to grow a new pair of visual organs for herself.

"This is troublesome... to be in an unfamiliar environment at this time, and with the White Mask Cult members around."

He noticed that the other eyes on his body were constantly shifting around, clearly also uneasy, but the eye on the back of his neck was unusually quiet, as if it had never existed.

"I can't panic too much now. The white mask issue isn't the main thing. I should think carefully about the divine duties that Faceless has given me."

What is the purpose of the clergy, which believers have painstakingly created, and what are its advantages and disadvantages?

These are all things that Ria urgently needs to know right now.

(End of this chapter)