They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 170 Ineffective Prayer
There's a saying that goes something like this: seeing others have a good time is harder to accept than your own mediocrity, and seeing others make money is more disgusting than losing money yourself.

"I am far less ruthless than them."

Faced with the situation, Ria gripped his cane, pushed open the door, beat up the two unscrupulous men, and stole all their money. As they left, they were incredibly grateful to Ria, shouting praises of facelessness and trade.

Ria's expression remained unchanged: "There's no need to shout 'Faceless.' Remember, just praise trade."

He was worried that the name might be a trap, and planned to wait until he became stronger before trying to use it. It's not that he was overthinking it, but anyone would be traumatized by the actions of those people in the White Mask.

"Praise be to trade—"

After watching Liya leave, the two men continued to entangle themselves, despite their bruised and swollen faces.

In a good mood, Ria put the money away, thinking it better to keep it for himself than let someone else benefit from it.

This is the operating principle of black market merchants.

When Ria returned to the hall, the group had mostly dispersed, with only a few scattered people remaining to pray, including Ivand.

Upon seeing him emerge, the man immediately turned his wheelchair around: "Where did you just run off to? You didn't get any of the food the pastor was giving out, but luckily I got you some. You're welcome."

Ivand held a bright red apple in his hand and offered it to Ria. Ria expressionlessly reached out—towards a pillar not far away: "Thank you."

Ivand immediately slammed his fist on his head: "Look at my memory, I forgot you can't see."

He tapped the wheelchair, and Ria seemed to notice where he was, walked over to him, and reached out to take the apple.

"Let me show you a magic trick," the young man said, taking off his top hat and throwing the apple inside. The apple vanished instantly.

This immediately startled Ivand, who applauded. He thought Ria was a very interesting person, the only regret being that he was blind.

May the sun protect you and help you recover soon.

May He also protect us all.

Ria drew the sun symbol on his heart. He wanted to find the Radiant Sun as a sacrifice to test whether He could restore his sight. So after a brief farewell to Ivan, he left the place and chose to find a quiet and undisturbed corner in the church.

The church is a special place for deities, where it is easier to communicate with them.

As Ria turned to leave, Ivand watched his retreating figure until it was completely obscured by the wall around the corner.

Then, Ivand lowered his head, stroking the ring on his hand thoughtfully.

……

"Cough cough,"
A newly emerging star in the land of life and death, the very center that all things seek in their cycle of rebirth.

Using flames to sever the line between day and night, I wait in an endless place.

Sing praises to the rising sun, offer tributes to the rising sun, become the rising sun...

Your humble lamb begs you to restore its sight so that it may see your radiant countenance.

In an empty room, Ria prayed devoutly to the image of the rising sun on the wall. Before him lay the mythical creature Feather, which exuded an ominous aura. According to the usual results of his sacrifices, the sun never disappointed him.

However, this time, He did not respond for a long time.

Somewhat skeptical, Lia tried again, only to find that Sunrise still didn't respond.

"Is there a malfunction?" He thought for a moment, then changed the content of his prayer and inquired about a suitable location for the next performance.

The fact that Rising Sun responded so quickly this time undoubtedly surprised Ria even more.

A bizarre conjecture formed in his mind.

Could it be that Xu Ri was concerned about the eyes on the back of his neck, and therefore ignored his request?

But that doesn't make sense; why would the sun, a majestic entity, care about only one eye?

A more plausible explanation might be that the previous transaction had already been approved by the extraordinary rules and could not be changed so easily.

"This is unbelievable."

Ria cursed inwardly, got up and took the unused feathers, stuffing them into Little Swarth's body through the tentacles.

As he turned, the eye on the back of his neck once again gazed at the image of the sun through the collar fabric, its pupil shrinking to pinpoints, and no one knew what it was thinking at that moment.

After all, it's just an eye.

Somewhat disappointed, Ria left the church after her attempts to seek help failed.

James is right; a blind man cannot be a good hunter, and over-reliance on other eyes can easily worsen contamination.

"This was an expected result, but with them around, we certainly can't just leave them unused."

Standing at the entrance of the Church of the Rising Sun, Ria leaned on his cane.

Before him lay a spacious, bustling street, with steam-powered cars coming and going, and well-dressed ladies and gentlemen sitting outside roadside cafes, their white round tables adorned with beautiful parasols, beneath which sat exquisite vases.

The vases were filled with fresh flowers, and every now and then, girls in dresses would pass by playing, their eyes immediately drawn to them.

Sometimes, Lia could see tall horses with silver saddles, followed by expensive carriages, and the coachmen wearing long ostrich feather hats, bright red clothes and white trousers, looking down on everyone on the roadside with arrogance.

This is South Adeline, a fairly developed city where you can see how much convenience industrialization has brought to people's lives.

A roadside vendor was selling a mechanical box; turning a button would automatically open the box to reveal a rotating doll inside.

The doll stands on tiptoe, pointing to the sky, as if performing an extremely elegant dance. As the doll spins, melodious music begins to play from the bottom of the box.

This item became popular with many young girls. They would gather around the box, take out some of their pocket money to buy it, and then invite their friends to watch it together.

For them, this thing wasn't expensive; it was like a snack they bought on a whim—they could play with it when they wanted, and throw it away in a trash can when they didn't.

These residents are known for their extravagant spending habits, which has allowed Liya to collect a considerable amount of recyclable items from the trash cans. By accumulating these items, he has accumulated a substantial sum of money.

However, when he picked up the third trash can, he heard a voice in his ear.

"Stop picking through trash! Have you really lived such a miserable life?"

Ria turned around and saw that the person who came was Ivand.

He was still in his wheelchair, feeling sorry for Ria's situation. It seemed that he had just passed by and saw his new friend picking up trash and couldn't bear it. He returned the money he had borrowed from Ria and gave him a few extra pieces of paper.

"Take this and buy some food...it's so pitiful."

(End of this chapter)