They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 204 Make Your Own Judgment
"Kelcha, stay away."

After James finished speaking, he noticed that Ria was already standing more than ten meters away, and couldn't help but marvel at his speed in escaping.

"I'll ask you about your matter later. Right now, we need to consider: who are you?"

The second "you" clearly refers to Ivand. Not long ago, the plague doctors discovered that someone had set up a smokescreen here, and it took them a lot of effort to break it.

They had never seen such a trick before; it seemed to belong neither to the patient nor to the power of the mysterious object.

"I've been asked this question many times today, but I really don't know how to answer it, because I'm just an ordinary human being, who else could I be?"

Ivand remained with his hands raised, and James stared at his hands, which were now just bones and missing flesh, before suddenly reaching out and flicking out several syringes filled with scarlet liquid.

The next moment, before Ria could even see how Ivand made his move, he had already grabbed the syringes in his hand.

"Blood... For doctors, blood is the dirtiest thing because no one knows what viruses or bacteria are in the blood."

Ivand grabbed the syringes with his skeletal hand, then let go. The glass syringes fell to the ground and shattered, and the blood inside began to corrode the surrounding floor.

"A bunch of quack doctors who can diagnose everything as something wrong."

"You sound very confident in your abilities, daring to speak to us like this."

"Of course, after all, I'm different from you monsters, I'm human."

"This is hilarious—kill him now!"

James suddenly transformed into a deep black shadow of a giant raven and stepped forward, followed closely by the other beaked doctors.

"Chi la——"

Ria seemed to hear the sound of metal blades slicing through the air, and a huge blood-red crack appeared in mid-air, with the shadowy figures pressing Ivand directly into it.

Then, the crack closed.

Lia stood there, staring at the spot where they had disappeared. Her gaze slowly descended, and she discovered a huge knife mark on the ground that was gradually closing in, with black powder floating above it, like dust in the sunlight.

"Which of them used a knife?"

The question flashed through Ria's mind for a moment, and he remained where he was for a while longer, but there was no further movement from there.

Perhaps they felt that the damage caused by fighting here would be immeasurable, so they went to another dimension.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't have believed that such a power existed in the world."

He placed his hands together on top of the cane's handle.

The words spoken by the plague doctors and Ivand seemed to have caused a considerable conflict. The plague doctors insisted on saving patients, but only a portion of them. These patients were called the disordered and were protected by the plague doctors.

However, Ivand wanted Ria to kill them, and even almost wiped out little Swarth. To be honest, Ria couldn't trust him and couldn't fully believe anything he said.

The plague doctors seem evil, and their factions are very chaotic, but Ria can sense that they genuinely want to heal patients. They have their own personalities, hobbies, and ideas.

"I need to have my own judgment... I can't be misled by so many different answers."

Ria clutched his head, which seemed to be aching again, but he felt much better since one of his eyes regained its vision and he no longer needed to use his golden eye to see anything.

"I remember that memes can alleviate pain, so I need to hurry and make a deal with someone." With that thought, Ria closed her eyes to calm down for a while, then opened them again and walked towards the banquet hall.

The ball continued, and the crowd, bathed in the lights, were completely unaware of the horrifying events that had just transpired. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.

Gentlemen in black suits danced ballroom dances with ladies whose waists were cinched tightly. They twirled around the hall, their skirts blooming like colorful flowers, their different colors creating a starry halo under the lights.

Ria's figure seemed out of place among them. He walked alone among the dancers, leaning on his cane, his pace unaffected by the music, as if he were a spectator completely detached from the world.

Soon, the young man found the widow in the black dress leaning against the wall.

"Greetings, Kelcha, it seems like it's been a while since I've seen you. Seriously, you should go dancing with everyone; that's the kind of social experience young people should have."

Favlorine's voice was soft and had a unique charm. Ria chuckled and said, "Madam, I'm sorry I can't dance, but I have something better to present to you."

"Something better?"

Favorine raised her long eyelashes, her gray pupils staring at Ria like a venomous snake. Ria leaned closer and lowered her voice: "For the sake of my attending physician, James Johnson, let's talk in private."

With that, the two left the hall. Favreaulin lifted her skirt and walked down the steps. There was no one around, and Ria could finally show off her new deal.

"There's something I've wanted to show you for a long time."

As she spoke, a huge gash suddenly split open on Ria's face, and with a "rip," the golden eyeballs appeared at the edge of the crack.

From that crack, countless tentacles emerged like horsehair worms, merging and intertwining in mid-air, becoming bloated, and then gradually taking on new shapes.

Little Swarth spread his wings with a "whoosh," and Ria's wound was quickly stitched up by the tentacles.

Witnessing this scene, Favreau was not particularly surprised, perhaps because James had already given her a heads-up.

"What do you want to show me?"

"Please watch the next performance."

Ria nodded to Little Swarth, who then fell to the ground from mid-air and melted into a large patch of eerie black slime that began to spread. Tentacles occasionally twisted and stretched on the surface of this slime.

Moments later, the slime formed a huge and bizarre hand.

Little Swarth successfully vomited up the clown corpse he had collected earlier, or more accurately, the mutated clown corpse.

Now, influenced by the pupils at the back of Ria's neck, this thing has turned completely grayish-white, with countless eyeballs attached to it, sometimes moving erratically, and sometimes staring at people.

"What is this?" Favlorine's expression finally showed a hint of discomfort.

"This is the Joker. You should know him well. He's dead now."

"clown……"

Favorine's eyes widened slightly. Of course, she knew who the Joker was and understood him.

Her husband, the former viscount, inexplicably brought this man back, saying that he was very satisfied with the clown's performance and that the man was very talented.

(End of this chapter)