They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 201 Knowledge
"I think I'm twisted enough as a person."

Ria felt he was about to be promoted. When he practiced shooting at night, he even had a sudden idea to point the gun at his head. For a moment, he felt that the characters on the card had changed, but they hadn't.

When offering sacrifices to the sun, He had already indicated the best place for the sacrifice, yet the meme of Ria did not receive ascension there.

He initially thought it was just a coincidence, but as Ivand pointed it out, Ria suddenly realized something was amiss.

The interpretation of the meme was distorted by some being, and in an instant, Ria recalled the faceless sphinx.

“I know a lot. For example, I once captured your mythical creature, and you often use the feathers of your mythical creature as sacrifices to the gods.”

At that moment, Ria stared at him with a strange look, and there was an eerie twisting in her shadow.

"Aren't you afraid I'll call the plague doctor over if you say these things?"

"You can try it. I told you I wouldn't hurt you. But if you call for help now, things might change."

Hehe, listen to me, little Lia, do you know why your sacrifice success rate is so terrifyingly high? You think the feathers of mythical creatures are some kind of renewable resource? — That thing is your consciousness. Every time a part of it is lost, it is your sanity that is being devoured!
The reason you've become so paranoid and even have increasingly bizarre dreams is because of the sacrifices you made. The plague doctor can probably only tell you part of this, but not the whole story.

Someone didn't tell you what the feather image represents, nor did they tell you why your meme was tampered with. They drive patients crazy and take pleasure in it.

I want to ask, why are you unsuccessful in portraying the hunter? Because your acting style has already been altered. On the surface, you're playing the hunter, but the extraordinary entity implicitly assumes you're playing a meme that is—

【idiot】!"

"What!?"

This time, Ria truly showed an expression of disbelief. His hands trembled, and at this moment he almost lost control of the eyes hidden in his body. They wriggled on the surface of his body for a moment before finally disappearing again.

The young man's heart pounded. He lowered his head and clutched his chest, never expecting that despite all his precautions, he hadn't been able to guard against that group's conspiracy. After a long while, the young man spoke with difficulty: "Why are you telling me all this? What good will it do you to tell me this?"

"What benefits are there? There are no benefits. I just can't stand some people's behavior. If you keep making sacrifices, you won't even know how you died in the end."

If you really want an analogy, I'm like a professor who sees a student's substandard paper. This student has copied and pasted rubbish from various sources into their paper. My job is to stop them and correct it promptly.

"As for your plague doctor... he can't see me at all right now, so our current conversation environment is absolutely safe."

"So the truth is, Favrelin had asked me for help before, and I helped her, but I didn't manage to save that child from the abyss, so I could only think of saving as many as possible."

A terrible thought crossed Ria's mind: "You prolonged her time?"

"Of course not, how could I have such abilities? In that story, my role was... to give her the knowledge of how she contracted the contamination disease."

Now, Ria really thought Ivand was a terrifying person. His words were filled with self-righteous intentions and a sense of justice, and his tone was sometimes a bit neurotic.

Of course, he was somewhat neurotic before, so it's not surprising that he's like this now.

Sometimes, the more you know, the more dangerous it can be.

Everyone knows this perfectly well. "You...you're telling me all this, what price do I have to pay?"

"The price?" Ivand took another drag of his cigarette and exhaled, the white smoke blurring his face and expression.

"Ah yes, I know a lot of things, including your self-proclaimed title of Lord of Trade. After all, not many people want to gain faith from me, and the identity of trade naturally emphasizes equivalent exchange."

Did you know that I used to be called a "mentor"? Sometimes I wanted to tell others everything I knew, but their delicate brains would quickly break down if I did that.

Many people reject my teachings, viewing me as a dangerous asset, and have never considered paying any price for my knowledge. But since you've put it that way, give me an apple as payment.

"It's that simple?"

"Of course, you're a good student, and I thought we were friends. As a friend, I can't just watch you turn into an idiot for no reason, right?"

Black marketeers and idiots don't get along; if you simultaneously exhibit both memes, your entire future is ruined.

What a sophistical theory.

Ria took off her hat and took out a green apple from inside, handing it to Ivan. Ivan didn't even glance at the apple: "I want the red one."

After he finished speaking, Ria conjured up another bright red apple and handed it to him. Only then did Ivand accept the price he had demanded with satisfaction.

He nodded.

"You must remember that there are good people in the world."

If the investigators hadn't been trying Ria, they wouldn't have released his consciousness, and he wouldn't have any freedom.

So, for Ivand, Ria was truly a benefactor who brought him food when he was hungry and water when he was thirsty. He decided to help this poor young man so that he could still experience some normal human care in this chaotic world.

"I've been wanting to ask you before... if you'd like to become my student?"
I can teach you how to resist most of the corruption brought by the supernatural, and how to discern the right path within it, while those plague doctors only drive their poor patients mad.

"Wait a minute." Ria found his mind becoming increasingly confused, and he needed to sort things out.

He learned so much today that his brain felt like it was about to explode.

"Who are you... No, that's not what I need to ask right now. I want to ask how normal people get contamination, and how my meme can return to normal. Was this the work of the White Mask? Garn is still alive, isn't he?"

The Faceless God, what does that represent? Why did those people give it to me? How can I restore my eyes to normal…?

Can I go back?

As if he had found a lifeline, Ria wanted to ask all the questions he had been holding back, but before he could even ask his last question, he suddenly noticed that one of Ivand's legs had visibly deflated.

Noticing his gaze, Ivand smiled apologetically: "This is probably the price to pay for using the Batantusa coin. Look, it just took one of my legs."

It's already two hundred chapters without me even realizing it! I'm secretly asking for a full subscription.
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