They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 220 Nobody's Going to Die Today

On the rooftop, the child was hugging a rabbit, a satisfied smile spreading across his face, his injuries healing rapidly.

He was muttering something, and if someone listened carefully, they would have discovered that it was—

"Praise be to my Lord, Trade."

His faith had already been corrupted when he was stuffed with money by Riasser, and these were still Riasser's unconscious actions.

He then took out a brass pen, folded a piece of paper, and pressed it against the wall to write something new. Little Swarth quietly watched him write a bunch of words he couldn't understand.

A moment later, it stretched its tentacles upwards, making a stretching motion similar to that of a yawn.

"You don't need to be surprised by what happens next."

As Lia wrote about new things, he would usually give instructions to them.

"Trust me, I will not abandon you."

This statement is true. After all, the mythical creature is a derivative of Ria's own consciousness. How could he possibly abandon his own consciousness, especially since this creature is now closely related to his life?

It makes up half of Ria's body, and she probably wouldn't live long without it, so Ria wouldn't lie to Little Swarth about this.

As a mythical creature, its image is distorted and ever-changing, and it can lurk in the shadows waiting for an opportunity to strike, making it a very reliable weapon.

Besides that, Ria probably cares about it a little.

To survive in this twisted world, this bizarre parasitic creature is the only person one can trust. It's hard to say whether this is tragic or laughable.

"Goo."

Little Swarth calmed down and slowly shrank into Ria's body, then used its tentacles to approach his brain.

Then, without hesitation, they destroyed it.

Ria's body convulsed violently, and she collapsed to the ground, with wriggling tentacles gradually oozing from her mouth.

His tentacles were covered with eyes, which protected him and prevented anyone from taking advantage of his vulnerability.

Fortunately, no fools appeared during this time, except for Ivand, who turned his wheelchair and came out from around the corner to find Ria.

Soon after, the tentacles returned to his body on their own.

Ria woke up.

"...Why did I faint?"

What about Schwarz?

He looked around but couldn't find the black tentacles, but he did find a new note in his hand.

[Swald is inside your body. It's responsible for protecting you, and you're responsible for protecting it. Oh, and you also have to protect everyone. Remember, everyone—no one can die today.]

Ria quickly finished reading the note and seemed to understand that it was something he had left for himself, and that something must have happened when he fainted.

The young man is still in the same state of consciousness he had before he fainted; he is still Johnson Lee, a somewhat neurotic poet who doesn't seem to be very good at writing poetry.

"Hey, Johnson, you're here."

Not far away, Ivand was already waving at him: "We can't get separated from everyone at a time like this. By the way, are you alright? You don't look too good."

"I am fine."

With his back to Ivand, Ria swallowed the note again, then turned around, stood up, and dusted himself off. He didn't know how Ivand could tell he looked unwell.

"I just ran into that kid who looks like a rabbit. He chased me for a long way and then disappeared, so I just found a place to rest."

“You can’t lie on the ground either.” Ivand called him over, dusted off his back, and tore off a new note from it.

Ria was also somewhat surprised when she saw the note: "It's appeared again!?"

"These things always haunt you, you'll get used to it."

Ivan waved to the side, and the newly arrived investigators gathered around.

Several people gathered together to look at the contents of the note.

There's a very interesting person among you, he's Ε＆■ΣΠ%……

That's all for this sentence.

Honestly, after reading this sentence, the group looked at each other, seemingly not understanding what it meant or why there were chaotic characters they had never seen before, as if it were some kind of taboo word.

And what does this sentence mean? Does it mean they should be suspicious of each other?
“Our people… without a doubt, this is a tactic used by the mastermind to confuse the issue,” Calvin immediately concluded.

Ivan also pressed his fingers down, his gaze sweeping thoughtfully over the characters on the note.

Of course he could see what it was, since he was the one who created those chaotic symbols.

Someone was secretly observing their actions and occasionally throwing out notes to disrupt their thinking. The person behind it all seemed to enjoy the feeling of manipulating the whole situation.

Calvin: "Perhaps there's more than just those three distorted shapes here; there's something else."

"Something else?"

“I feel like this wasn’t done by children, but more like by an older person… like the children’s guardians.”

After a moment of contemplation, Ria first thought of the mysterious leader, but then felt that their leader wouldn't appear so easily.

Children's thinking is not entirely controllable. Since the circus has released these three children, they must find someone to restrain and supervise them, and when necessary, this person will carry out the task.

"So this person is... an animal tamer?"

Lia suddenly looked up. He realized that the children had called themselves animals, and the people in the circus who controlled them were undoubtedly animal trainers.

"Probably."

Calvin nodded, about to say something, when suddenly a beast's roar came from nearby.

They immediately became alert: "Someone is nearby. We are in the light, and they are in the dark. Let's get out of here now."

As they spoke, they quickly hid in a relatively secluded place, choosing to travel in concealed locations. Although this did not serve any great purpose, it was still good for their peace of mind.

As they walked, Ria asked the investigators, "How much do you know about that so-called circus?"

"You'll have to ask Neil about that; he's particularly interested in researching entertainment projects."

One of the investigators immediately looked at his colleague, Neil, who was somewhat shy, but still told him what Ria wanted to know.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's the Bucklowway Circus. The ringmaster of this circus is named Bucklowway, who used to be a wanderer who couldn't even afford to eat."

But later, for some unknown reason, he suddenly became successful, changed his original style, and became the head of a touring circus.

I don't know much more, since I later joined the investigation team and didn't have much time to pick up my old hobbies again.

"Being an investigator is really tough work."

They sighed and patted the youngest investigator on the head: "So you have to work hard and strive for a promotion as soon as possible, understand?"

(End of this chapter)