They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 185 Under the Streetlight
Ria pushed the rusty wheelchair out of the house, where Ivan was trapped and unable to go anywhere. Although the wheelchair was rusty, it could still be used after a few pushes.

The only downside is that the wheelchair always makes strange noises.

It creaked and groaned as soon as it started making a sound, making Ivand wonder if it would fall apart any second.

"Kelcha, what happened here!?"

Ivand was utterly shocked when he returned outside. He stared in disbelief as the two men jumped around, one of them yelling "Help!"

Overall, he was very satisfied with the sight and even couldn't help but laugh: "Did they switch careers to become comedians? Why are they suddenly tap dancing?"

"I don't know," Ria waved her hand.

The two men continued jumping around as if nothing had happened. Suddenly, they started moving quickly in one direction, and the other workers naturally followed them, running around in a flurry.

Two people were jumping and running in front, and a group of people followed closely behind. They didn't know why they were following, but they knew that following the people in front was the right thing to do.

"My shoes! My shoes!"

Someone lost their shoes while running, but no one cared about their voice.

Soon, the two who had been dancing ran to a street lamp.

For some reason, the father and son started climbing the lampposts like monkeys, and the crowd's gaze followed them higher and higher—

Finally, the two people climbed to the top of the streetlight, struggled to stand up, and even continued tap dancing on that precarious pole.

The old man kept jumping, his emotions on the verge of collapse, while his son, Birdwin, took out a rope from his pocket: "Dad, stop jumping, I'll tie you up now, and we'll go down right away."

He tried to tie his father up with a rope, but the old man's body was completely out of control. In their frantic efforts, their necks were tightened, and a knot was tied between their necks and the stick.

"Zi!"

The two fell from the streetlight, struggling in front of all the workers. Their pupils rolled back, their eyes became bloodshot, and they couldn't even speak.

"hiss--"

Someone gasped in surprise.

"Clap clap—clap!" I don't know who was clapping.

Ria clapped softly, while Ivand looked utterly shocked.

"What are your thoughts, Mr. Detective?"

The young man turned to look at the man: "I told you long ago, all of these people should be hung on the streetlights."

"When did you say that?" Ivand didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from thinking that this phenomenon was simply gratifying.

Do you want to save them?

Only an idiot would save it.

Ivand joined Ria in clapping, feeling incredibly relieved.

"I don't know how this was done, but it's all so amazing, Kelcha. Do you possess some kind of supernatural power?"

“That’s a secret.” Ria gestured for silence, then stepped out from the crowd, standing under the streetlight like a natural-born performer.

"Everyone, you are free."

He raised his hands high, and the crowd seemed to be gradually infected by his emotions. Soon, some people clenched their fists and swung them.

"Kill, kill them!"

"They all deserve to die! These human rights-disregarding robbers!"

"Free! Free! Free!"

The workers shouted and cheered with all their might.

They clapped, they celebrated.

They embraced each other, tears welling in their eyes.

People's emotions became high.

But soon, some people began to feel lost.

"So, will we continue with today's work?" "Of course not."

"But if we don't work, where will we get our wages? What else can we do?"

Reality is always cruel. After a brief period of jubilation, people become despondent. If left unchecked, they may even resent someone for killing the original factory owner.

Human nature is a changeable, distorted, and complex thing.

Ivand listened to the growing murmurs of doubt from the crowd: "What should we do now, Kelcha?"

"Don't push the problem onto others, Mr. Ivand. I believe I have done a perfect job."

Social transformation is bound to eliminate a group of people; only the fittest survive. Although we haven't reached that great point yet, and they haven't achieved true liberation, we have already done a remarkable job.

No one can do everything or distort everyone's thoughts; as long as you've tried your best, there's no need to feel ashamed.

Ria said this to Ivand on this day, and Ivand's emotions were stirred for a moment.

"That's right, survival of the fittest."

"You're amazing, Kelcha, more amazing than many I've ever met."

Ria nodded: "Of course, I think so too."

Ivand: "..."

He found that Ria seemed completely oblivious to the need to be humble at this moment.

"So should we persuade them to go back?"

"No, we can't persuade them to leave."

The external chains may be broken, but the chains you have built yourself are much harder to break.

Ria asked the workers to set up a long ladder and lowered Birdwin down from the rope. He was still alive, and his father was also alive. Being connected to the supernatural might make him exceptionally resilient, but it was unclear whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Your father isn’t going to die anyway, so let him stay hanging there. As for you… you can continue being your factory owner.”

"it is good."

Birdwin was completely under Ria's control, and at this point he had no intention of resisting.

However, Ria's purpose was not so simple. He wanted to use Birdwin to control the factory and take the opportunity to find the nobles who were involved with the factory. For example, the "person" mentioned by the old man was worth paying attention to.

Of course, unlike these people, he allowed leave, did not delay wages, and would not arbitrarily harm workers' lives.

The workers can stay if they want, or leave if they don't.

As he expected, apart from some family members of hospitalized workers, no one chose to leave.

"You need to treat them well so they will work for you wholeheartedly. Of course, rules and regulations cannot be ignored, so buy them insurance."

Ria advised Birdwin that it was better for black marketeers to be ruthless to their enemies and kind to their own people, otherwise they would easily end up like the old man on the street lamp.

He will remain hanging there until he is about to die. Then, Baldwin can report the situation to the Order Society, and they will come to dispose of the body.

The rest of the time, just ignore this person and pretend they don't exist.

"You should have your own judgment about what you should and shouldn't do."

Ria patted Birdwin on the shoulder and glanced at the bloody ligature marks on his neck.

"Remember to treat their injuries before starting work. Are there any other questions?"

"……Have."

Birdwin stammered as he looked up at Ria and spoke slowly, word by word.

"I cannot remove the contamination from those workers."

Now that the black smoke that restrained them has disappeared, they will soon be infected by the bacteria attached to the pus from their burns, completely out of control, and transform into superhuman beings who will run rampant in the city.

"It's too late."

(End of this chapter)