They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 167 Insider
"We need to understand that as doctors, we cannot discriminate against any disabled person. This time, considering it's your first mistake, we'll let it go with a two-year deduction. I don't want to hear any more negative comments from you in the future."

“You…”

James had no idea how to manage his patient, but he soon noticed that Ria could still walk normally, so he asked her, "Aren't you blind?"

"I discovered that my other eyes seem to be able to see some things clearly, and that's when they can still be somewhat useful."

The eye located at the junction of Ria's arm and hand blinked: "James, you seem to have grown taller."

You'd better shut up.

James shook his head repeatedly: "This is not a good sign. Your illness is getting worse. Think about it, these things can see things clearly now. The time when they will completely replace you is not far away."

After hearing this, Ria stopped in her tracks: "I think so too."

So what are you planning to do next?

"Find a way to restore your eyesight; I can't allow you to look taller than me."

"You really do have a strange kind of dry humor."

As James followed Ria through the jungle, he couldn't help but recall the scene of the giant beast in the mist devouring the tall building.

This mythical creature is a being favored by the Crimson Moon and the Crimson Mother.

When James thought of the red moon, he couldn't help but associate it with some unpleasant words.

"Natural disaster", "chaos", "apocalypse".

"Did Crimson entrust something like this to Kelcha because she believed he could eliminate natural disasters?"

James felt that with Ria's tendency to get into trouble everywhere, it would be a miracle if he were to solve a natural disaster. It would be a relief if he didn't become a natural disaster himself.

"So he still needs my help. These days, who succeeds without connections? If it weren't for the epidemic doctors, these patients wouldn't be alive today."

Physicians should not interfere too much with patients' choices, but they can ensure that they are brought back from the brink of death.

If they can't bring them back to life, then the result will be the death of both the patient and the doctor.

It's no big deal; the medical profession has always been synonymous with sacrifice.

James tried his best to convince himself that he wasn't concerned about the withheld wages, but rather that he was showing concern for the patient out of professional ethics. He tried to carefully choose his words to avoid upsetting Ria's fragile mind.

"You're blind, how can you portray a hunter?"

"Awooo! Awoooa ...

Ria didn't say anything, but Little Swarth rushed out and started arguing with him. After a while, Ria patted the little guy's head, and it immediately looked aggrieved with its pupils dilating, as if it was accusing the young man of stuffing it into his mouth earlier.

"That's really a problem."

Ria thought about it seriously. A few seconds later, he blocked his pain receptors and tried to gouge out his original eyeballs and feed them to the mythical creatures. Then he waited for them to regrow.

After doing all this, he covered his eyes with the long strip of cloth again and tied it in a knot at the back of his head.

"Once your eyes have healed, you should be able to see. If not, we'll think of something else. Right now, the most important thing is to find a place to rest properly."

It's obvious that Gain is dead. Given the strength of that body, even if it wasn't his original body, it would take him a lot of effort to stir up any trouble.

The first thing Ria did after accepting the authority of the Faceless was to sever his ties with that group of people, erasing all the prayers that belonged to Him from their minds. No god would probably do such a thing, but Ria was not a god; he had to be cautious, and it was through this extreme caution that he could barely survive.

Now, he is tired and needs to rest.

Ria thought it would be nice to just sleep on the grass, so she found a flat, clean spot and told James not to disturb her.

"Good night, Dr. James. Don't wake me unless it's absolutely necessary."

"Go back to the hotel and go to sleep."

James was enraged by Ria's indifferent attitude. With a wave of his hand, the figures of everyone present immediately dissipated into black mist, and Ria successfully carried out her plan, avoiding a long journey to reach the resting place.

He slept soundly without any dreams, and didn't wake up until a whole day later.

The sky was still cloudy, and a pigeon flew to the window and flapped its wings against the glass.

"Goo-"

Little Swarth walked to the window, looked up at the pigeon, and stretched out his antennae to open the window and let it in.

The moment the pigeon entered the room, its numerous antennae gripped it tightly. Little Swarth pinned it down and, like a cat toying with a mouse, kept slapping its head with his front paws, leaving the pigeon dizzy and disoriented.

It excitedly hugged the pigeon and rolled around, just about to open its mouth and swallow the poor bird, when suddenly a hand forcefully snatched the pigeon from its arms.

Ria rescued the carrier pigeon, then untied a piece of paper from its leg, intending to see who had sent it—

They already knew the young master was dead.

Master?

After thinking for a moment, Ria finally recalled the incident not long ago when he sent Leo Sicard's butler back to report the news. His original intention was to support Leo as a puppet or a spy, but he never expected him to die so easily.

This approach was no longer viable, and he didn't know if the other party had any siblings or cousins. A better way for Ria could think of was to disguise herself as a businessman to gain their trust and approach them like the clown had done before.

"By the way, I still have the clown's mutated corpse here. I don't know what I can do with it."

As Ria spoke, she looked at Little Swarth, who turned his head, accidentally using too much force and turning his head off. Then the head became a second one, only this time it was much smaller than the original.

The young man immediately had an idea.

"Here's what you'd like to do: go and send a message to the steward and ask him if he knows anyone who is interested in this."

Ria didn't believe that no one in the family that had used the clown like this would be interested in his corpse. Perhaps those people had already begun searching for some trace in the Damira Forest, but had found nothing yet.

In order to conduct the investigation, they will certainly minimize the impact. No matter what major event has occurred, it is more reasonable to announce a flammable gas leak than a supernatural biological mutation.

At worst, they could have the Order Association erase some people's memories.

The thought of the Order Association made Ria's head throb again.

Every system has good and bad people, and black and white cannot be so simply distinguished, but Ria really doesn't want to see those nobles and certain people in the Order Association join forces.

Whether it was an individual act or a collective will, it has had an extremely negative impact.

They can collude with those in the Order; there's a traitor within the Order Association.

Could it be that such a mole also exists among the Keepers of Secrets?
(End of this chapter)