They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 165: Thousand Layers of Routines
Faceless, as the name suggests, has no face and no facial features.

Logically speaking, He has no sight, smell, or taste, but He can see everything and all His functions are perfectly normal.

“Maybe I can do it too.” Ria thought for a moment, then focused all her attention on the eyes on her body.

They share a body with Ria, so there's no reason why Ria couldn't communicate with them.

"I believe you can see things; now just transmit what you see into my mind."

He talked to himself in front of the eyes on his arm. The eyes blinked slowly, and he couldn't understand what they were saying. They just wandered around aimlessly in all directions.

At that moment, the door to the room opened, and all those eyes turned in unison to one direction.

"Kercha, are you feeling better? You've been talking to yourself in your hospital room for three days straight, talking about white masks and eyes... How are we supposed to get you discharged like this?!"

"You talk too much."

Without a second thought, Ria didn't want to let little Swarth dismember the person who had spoken. He didn't want to talk to anyone who had lied to him; instead, he was focused on regaining his sight.

In the darkness, the senses of touch and hearing are amplified countless times, and Ria stands on the floor talking to the eyes on his own body. The eyes do not respond to him, but Ria remains very patient.

He tried to communicate with the eye on the back of his neck, which was dangerous. Although the eye had helped him many times, Leah remembered that when he first came into this world, he wanted to destroy the guy, but it directly controlled its arm to prevent Leah from doing so.

Anyone who sees it will be corrupted and eroded. No one has ever told Ria what it looks like. Ria herself cannot see it and can only guess at its appearance based on her senses.

This eye had briefly communicated with Ria in her mind, so Ria was also concentrating on trying to call out to it in her mind.

He felt as if he had completely immersed himself in another realm, a rather strange feeling, as if his consciousness had become completely independent, entering a separate and ethereal space.

There stood a huge pupil, its iris reflecting Ria's image, but it did not communicate with the young man. They stared at each other in silence for a long time before Ria spoke first.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it. There's no external consciousness controlling you at all."

"No matter what I was like in the past, you are now a part of me, we are one. The reason I stopped myself from hurting you back then was probably because subconsciously I didn't want to cut off a piece of my own flesh."

"Since that's the case, don't you want to help me? Let's take off our white masks together and leave this place completely when we recover."

"I want to make a deal with you..."

He was communicating with that eye, or perhaps with his own subconscious. After a long while, the golden eye slowly closed.

In that instant, Ria's aura changed drastically. He opened his eyes, and all the eyes on his body, including the one on the back of his neck, disappeared. His eyes also turned into a completely pure gold.

Little Swarth sensed something was wrong in an instant. It shrieked and tried to attack Ria, but Ria grabbed it without hesitation, forcefully stuffed it into its mouth, chewed it up, and swallowed it down its throat.

He scanned his surroundings and found that it was indeed a hospital room, but the floor was covered with corpses of all sizes, none of which had faces. Moreover, there was a person sitting in the corner of the room.

The man, dressed in black robes and with a pale face, had been observing Ria from his seat for an unknown period of time. When he saw Ria looking at him, he calmly stood up and removed his mask as a gesture of goodwill.

Unlike the other faceless people, this person had his own face. His skin was dark, and his medium-length hair was slightly curled, just long enough to fall over his shoulders. Judging from his appearance, this person looked very much like an ancient Egyptian, and he had an unusual aura that made people want to run away just by looking at him.

“Garn”.

Ria called out his name.

Garn narrowed his eyes and spread his hands out slightly downwards.

"I can finally speak with you. Compared to that useless body, you, as the eye, are the true master of trade. Praise be to trade... and faceless."

"You want to split my consciousness?"

Ria stared at him without moving, and Garn soon found his body stiffening, grayish-white spreading from his fingertips, and countless eyeballs appearing on the surface of that color.

"I noticed you were nearby a long time ago. You wanted to break me down and even twist my memes. How could I possibly be a match for you now? So, out of desperation, I had no choice but to resort to a power that I wouldn't normally have access to."

"Since you can send so many believers to their deaths, why don't you die yourself?"

Ria's thinking has become distorted; he no longer thinks as he normally does, but instead acts entirely according to his extraordinary will.

In other words, he has lost his humanity.

This is dangerous and could cause his mind to never return to what it was before, but Ria has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Some people think they can manipulate their prey, and so has Lia, who was also waiting for this moment to show his weakest side, lure the enemy out, and then deliver a fatal blow when he least expected it.

"Your strength depends on the number of believers. The main meme idiot will become more and more mindless in his behavior as the meme encoding grows. You need to distribute such things to believers in order to maintain your sanity."

Now you have nothing left—believers, God… How do you know I didn’t intentionally accept those prayers and the priesthood? Who would refuse such a windfall?

Playing hard to get—don't you think that's a pretty interesting tactic?

As Ria spoke, she suddenly reached out and slashed at Garen. Garen seemed to sense something and quickly dodged. When he looked back, a huge crack had appeared in the area where he had been standing.

The scratch ran across the entire wall, and the cut surface, torn by some unknown force, made a "sizzling" sound, from which a purplish-black corrosive acid seeped out.

Before he could even regain his footing, Ria suddenly raised her hand again, and countless sharp spikes shot out from the ground, piercing the person in the middle from bottom to top. However, Garn's body quickly turned into a dummy.

He grabbed the spike and broke it off. Looking at the floor, which was corroded beyond recognition, he laughed bitterly and said, "There are still many patients here. Are you sure you want to fight me here?"

"What you said seems to make sense."

Ria suddenly stopped moving, but before Gain could say anything, he suddenly used the spikes formed from his tentacles to carve strange marks on the ground.

“These people can’t just sit idle either.”

(End of this chapter)