They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 203 So, the price is

"You may not know that although people with pollution syndrome are disturbed by the supernatural, their inspiration is also superior, and each of them has a remarkable artistic talent."

Most artists are madmen, so why not the other way around? I'd argue that every madman is an artist.

"They have access to things that ordinary people don't, they possess ways of thinking that ordinary people don't have, and they live in a wonderful world that ordinary people never set foot in—"

As he spoke, Ivand spread his hands: "Praise madness!"

Ria thought he had just drunk chocolate sauce and messed up his brain; it was a miracle that he didn't have diabetes.

When it comes to art, Ria thinks of Gain's flute, which is so bad that even a dog on the street would want to kill itself, and the songs created by people who are often influenced by the extraordinary.

Some people will draw out the indescribable things they dream about, while others will compile the stories in their minds into real books and become writers.

People extol their talent, but they also denigrate their world and might even lock them up as mental patients.

When Ivand turned his gaze over, Ria's expression returned to normal.

"I believe you also have your own artistic talent."

Lia: "Like picking up trash?"

"Don't bring up the trash-picking thing again... Do you know what I was thinking when I saw you picking up trash?"

I thought the welfare of those who guard secrets these days was so bad that patients couldn't afford to eat and had to scavenge through garbage dumps. Oh my god, you're the first superhuman I've ever seen in my life who's gone to scavenge for garbage.

Lia felt that this was very rude; he hadn't offended anyone by collecting recyclables.

How can someone who doesn't have the habit of saving money understand the joy of watching their assets grow little by little? In their world, even a beggar can buy five houses by begging.

"Wait, begging... for five houses..."

Ria suddenly discovered a new business opportunity, but Ivand noticed his strange expression and quickly interrupted his train of thought.

"Stop, stop! Look at you, your brain is clearly being affected by idiotic thinking."

To prevent the tragedy from actually happening, Ivand stretched out his finger and pointed it into the air. A moment later, he suddenly slashed it, and a completely hollow crack appeared there, from which one could vaguely hear an unidentified murmur.

He reached in and searched for a moment before pulling his hand out. His arm was now just bare white bone, with leech-like creatures clinging to it, refusing to let go.

"Go away, go away." Ivand pulled out the leech and threw it back into the crack, which then disappeared on its own.

He was now holding a pair of monocles with gold rims.

"This thing is a mysterious item that can shield you from meme contamination. Once you become stronger, you can deal with the excess contamination yourself."

As he spoke, Ivand handed the glasses to Ria. Ria hesitated for a moment before taking them, removing her original glasses, and putting the new mysterious item on her face.

At that moment, he discovered that he could actually see clearly again, although only with one eye. But this was far better than his previous situation where he couldn't see with either eye and had to rely on his golden eye.

"You... I really don't know how to express my gratitude."

Ria thanked Ivand sincerely, but Ivand didn't think it was a big deal. He said, "The price of this thing is that you have to wipe it every day. If you don't wipe it for a day, your OCD will kick in and it will break down."

"However, such a price is too small for you. If you don't want to clean it, I can replace it for you when it breaks down."

"Don't worry about anything else. With your abilities, I believe you'll reach Meme Seven very soon." As he spoke, Ivand stretched out his skeletal arm again, smiling contentedly. "Look how cool my hand is now. I'll restore it in a few days after I've had my fill of admiring it."

"Why are you helping me like this?" Lia asked again, still very puzzled. In fact, even a biological child wouldn't receive such treatment.

Something unusual must be going on, and Lia remained suspicious, wanting to find out what this person was up to.

No one is kind to another person for no reason.

If what Ivand said before was true, then it's even more bizarre.

As someone who has touched upon the rules of "trade," Ria is well aware of the necessity of exchange. Even if parents are good to their children, they still expect their children to pay for their retirement. Ria doesn't believe that a windfall will happen to her.

It's no wonder he's suspicious; it's precisely because of his suspicious nature that he's survived to this day. Getting him to trust others is practically impossible.

"Why do you live such a tiring life? If I wanted to kill you, I only needed to mention it to someone, without even lifting a finger, and you could say goodbye to this world."

"Alright, since you insist that I state my own requirements, then I can only say that I hope you reach Meme Four as soon as possible, or at least Meme Four or above."

"and then?"

"And then? Then rescue me."

Ria was even more confused. Ivand was perfectly fine here, so why was he talking about rescuing him?

Furthermore, given that only patients with meme type 4 or higher are qualified to undertake this mission, just how powerful is Ivand?

How can I save you?

"It's too early to talk about these things now; you'll find out later. In any case, you can no longer offer body parts of supernatural beings as sacrifices to the gods."

I suggest you start thinking about what you need to prepare now, and actually make a sacrifice. You'll find that the two methods will produce completely different results.

With the new glasses, you'll experience far fewer supernatural influences, allowing you to rest properly and improve your meme coding sooner.

Finally, here's a piece of advice: once your meme encoding reaches level four, don't hesitate to kill your plague doctor immediately, or something very dangerous will appear.

Hehe, let's end today's topic here. Ria, I've already included you as my 'student'. As a mentor, I won't harm my student, and as a detective, I won't harm my assistant.

But personally, I must say, I might become a little irrational for a moment, and I hope you'll forgive me.

After saying that, Ivan narrowed his eyes and looked to the side, where several doctors wearing bird-beak masks were already surrounding them, and James was among them.

"What's happening here is beyond the comprehension of normal people... so let's have a proper talk, sir, what nonsense are you spouting to our members?"

Ivand looked at Ria, and Ria immediately understood.

He pointed at Ivan and shouted, "This man is trying to blackmail me into revealing the Keepers' secrets! He even said he'd kill you all!"

"I'm innocent! Do I look like the kind of person who would do such a thing?"

Ivan immediately raised his hands innocently—or rather, a hand and a bone.

(End of this chapter)