They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 202 The Incarnation of Filth and Evil
But these legs weren't really that useful to begin with, so I'm quite lucky.

Ivan patted his empty, unidentified fabric blanket.

So, the moment this person flicked the coin with their finger, they had already used it, which was also a way of telling themselves that they wanted to know the true answer to things?

This price is far too high.

"You don't need to do that. I only need to use one eyeball with these things, and the eyeball can grow back after it's gone."

"I've never thrown an eyeball before, so I can't imagine how painful it must be. I just want to ask, doesn't it hurt you?"

Anyway, losing my legs doesn't hurt or bother me; these two legs are just for show. Maybe I can even use this opportunity to get a prosthetic leg.

Ivand said this, but the empty space in the blanket strangely began to curve, and Ria saw that it was as if huge bubbles were sticking together and arching up new limbs, which became more and more complete and larger and larger.

After a few "chirping" sounds, a new leg appeared, as if it had never left the place, as if everything that had happened before was an illusion.

"See, I told you it was no big deal."

Ivand smiled and put the pipe back in his mouth, but Ria seemed to see a tentacle-like object emerge from under the blanket, making a "splat" sound on the ground, only to be quickly retracted.

Now, Ria really can't ignore his identity issue.

"Are you a patient too?"

"I'm not."

"That……"

“My identity is an absolute secret. Most of the people who are qualified to know are dead, so I don’t recommend you ask this question, Kelcha.”

Now, regarding your illness, let's talk about your recent dreams. What did you dream about?

Upon hearing this, Riyad immediately thought of those blood-red threads, hairy spiders larger than his face, and a group of eyeballs dressed in human clothes speaking.

He didn't know if he could trust Ivand, but lying was definitely not a good idea right now.

So Ria answered honestly, and after hearing his words, Ivand smiled and said, "You haven't told me the key part yet."

"...Never mind, I don't want to expose your sore spots."

"Do you know what the Crimson Mother's retinue is? Legend has it that when she truly descends, the sky will be covered with dense spider webs, and spiders that look like humans will raise their limbs to welcome her arrival."

The pure white moon is like a spider's web; when the mother web breaks open, a huge crimson moon will cast its gaze upon the earth.

"Those beings are indescribable because they cannot be seen, spoken, or thought of. Even if you do not know their real names, just thinking about their names will give them a chance to look at you."

The minds of those who are disordered are too sensitive and attract attention; you are much more likely to be targeted than normal people.

You can think of it as "what you think about during the day, you dream about at night." If you think about them, they will naturally appear. Isn't that your wish?

Ria: "No, my initial wish was simply to ask the radiant sun to let me sleep peacefully."

"Heh, the radiant sun, is that something you should believe in?"

"To be honest, little Ria, all the gods now—I mean all of them—are essentially supernatural beings, things we cannot comprehend, massive sources of pollution we cannot digest."

Ivand turned his wheelchair: "Some of them are revered, some are despised, but it's all just human wishful thinking. These guys have no empathy. It's like when you see an ant carrying a sesame seed approaching you, you find it interesting, and then you give it more food, or you pinch it to death with your fingernail. These are all instinctive reactions of your body."

You might accidentally kill the ant before your brain even registers it... In short, to return to normal, we need to gradually start by reducing our contact with them.

"First, you must stop offering body parts of mythical creatures as sacrifices to any god unless absolutely necessary."

Upon hearing this, Little Swarth suddenly emerged from Ria's flesh and stared intently at Ivand, slowly splitting his mouth to reveal sharp teeth and a glowing throat.

"Roar—"

It growled at Ivand, but Ivand turned his head and laughed: "This guy isn't happy about it."

"Go back." Ria patted its head, and Little Swarth immediately looked aggrieved. Tears welled up in its eyes, and its feathers drooped, making it look like it was about to die.

"Still playing the victim. None of the creatures created by Crimson are kind, let alone mythical creatures."

Hey, little Ria, want to guess what race this guy is? His race has never been associated with generosity or friendliness, and it's said that these creatures disappeared a long, long time ago, and no one has been able to find any trace of them in time.

These beings are the highest expression of life, an unacknowledged existence, the embodiment of filth and evil.

"If you ask me, let me get rid of this guy for you now, and your illness will be at least half cured."

I wondered what the creature Ivand was referring to was, but now, no matter how you look at it, Little Swarth is just a round-headed, four-clawed owl, and it hasn't done anything too wrong yet.

In many cases, Ria even needs it to save her from danger.

"I am confident that I can control it and prevent it from doing anything unnecessary."

As he spoke, the young man pressed the mythical creature back into his body, its tentacles and eyeballs filling the cracks in his flesh.

Ivand gave him a puzzling look: "You can't bear to part with this guy?"

"This thing treats you like a parent, using chemicals to induce you to like it, but you can't really fall for its tricks. Useless children, or even those who bring disaster, should be eliminated."

“Lia, you can’t spoil this monster like this.”

“This is not spoiling. I am well aware of the harm that mythical creatures can cause, but I cannot lose them.”

"It's my personal request to spare poor Schwarz, Mr. Evander. I'm willing to bear any consequences for this decision."

“You…” Ivan suddenly realized something, “You used it as a support point?”

Ria nodded: "This is the safest decision. After all, a part of me is inside this guy, and I can trust him."

Trusting Schwarz is safer than trusting anything else.

“…Kelcha, oh Kelcha.” Ivand really didn’t know what to say to Ria.

He knew he couldn't just attack the mythical creature now, otherwise Ria would definitely fight him to the death. If things went wrong, without his mental support, he might have a breakdown and die on the spot from mutation.

Ivand did not support it, but respected Ria's decision. He did not want to offend the young man in front of him, so he immediately changed the subject after noticing that Ria was unhappy.

"The dancing of those people outside is really ugly; they have absolutely no artistic talent."

(End of this chapter)