They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 23 The Perfect Drama
I think...

These descriptions fall short of capturing the true extent of disorder and the real spread of disease, a scene far more terrifying than any description could evoke.

No matter how much human language accumulates, it cannot depict such a spectacle—a mixture of flesh and blood that would haunt one's nightmares with just a glance, a cradle most cherished by tiny creatures.

They are unwilling to let their host perish like this, and will do everything in their power to salvage it, even at the cost of completely twisting and corrupting the host.

I would call that scene—the end of the world.

The doctor described the horrific scene in a very low voice, then suddenly tilted his head to look at the person on his right and asked in a low voice.

"Kelcha, why aren't you responding?"

“What kind of reaction do you expect from me?” Ria shrugged. “That thing has absolutely nothing to do with me.”

"You can't say that, after all, it's a part of you... As one of the main characters, it's not likable to act so coldly."

After he finished speaking, his lenses turned blood red on their own. This was not a change in the color of the lenses themselves; they were reflecting the color of the sky.

At this moment, everyone's eyes widened.

They witnessed the once clear sky suddenly turn crimson, and the sun overhead was astonishingly white against the backdrop of the surrounding colors. Staring at such a sight for a long time did not make them dizzy, but rather made them restless as if they had been injected with adrenaline. They pointed directly at the sun at the top of their heads and called it a giant eye.

In this oppressive atmosphere, at the same moment, a "crack" sound came from metal striking a wooden board.

The two investigators in charge of the excavation immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly took out the antibacterial solution, intending to pour it all down, but the timing was just not right.

"Sizzle, sizzle."

Hiss—la—

A small portion of the sticky, black, gelatinous substance peeked out from the crack in the wooden board. Then, like a snail's antennae, the tissue probed the lingering scent in the air before suddenly wrapping itself around a nearby shovel handle and revealing a golden pupil to the investigator.

Like cells undergoing amitosis and division, the number of golden eyes rapidly spread from the first eye. The gelatinous substance also came into complete contact with the air and pushed aside the wooden plank that was hindering its movement to climb out.

Its surface melts under the sunlight, rising into a hazy mist that slowly spreads from the ground.

The investigators immediately retreated.

Lia, who witnessed all of this, also showed an uncomfortable expression. He admitted that he couldn't bear to look at that monster, and the townspeople around him couldn't bear to look at it even more.

Everyone felt as if their brains had been gnawed by fire ants, and their eyes burned with pain. They almost couldn't resist digging their eyeballs out of their eye sockets along with the blood vessels and stomping on them.

"Don't look!"

"Don't look directly at that thing!"

Disgusting!
Someone in the crowd exclaimed in surprise, while the investigators next to them tried their best to calm everyone down and prevent them from running around and causing even greater trouble.

How should we evaluate this scene?

A complete mess.

Among the bewildered crowd, only James, wearing a bird-beak mask, appeared extremely cheerful.

He said to Ria, "Finally, we can see you with other expressions. Just for that, this 'expensive' theatrical performance is worthwhile!"

Ria frowned: "I can't understand your twisted sense of humor."

"It's alright, don't rush. The most exciting part is yet to come. A well-prepared drama is bound to have a perfect climax."

As he spoke, the investigators recklessly sprayed potions onto the unidentified monster with eyes all over its body.

Under the crimson sky, the pitch-black monster was shrouded in mist, its eyes flashing with golden, yet not beautiful, light. It roared, every cell in its body resisting the corrosive influence of the mysterious object.

It wants to eliminate any prey that dares to offend it, dismember them, devour them, corrode them with strong acid, and eventually make them a part of itself.

But the power of the mysterious artifact should not be underestimated. The now-delusional monster, ignoring everything, charged at the investigators on the ground, disregarding even the blue liquid splashed on it, its only thought being to satisfy its insatiable hunger. "Whoosh—"

As it charged toward its target, arching its body like a snake in a frenzy, a crisp cracking sound suddenly emanated from its surface.

That was the mysterious object successfully detecting the "wrong" cells and fulfilling its mission to stop their "operation".

As it turned out, it was successful.

Just half a meter away, the strange, non-solid creature was about to pounce on its target's face.

At a distance of only half a meter, the monster was repaired, solidified, and then completely lost consciousness, sealed in the boundless darkness.

Antibacterial agents are the natural nemesis of these pathogenic bacteria after the host organism dies.

"we won."

An investigator touched his wildly beating heart and couldn't help but sigh.

Humanity has once again emerged victorious in the battle against supernatural forces.

At that moment, as if it had been rehearsed in advance, the crimson in the sky dissipated.

The townspeople, who had been suppressed for so long, suddenly erupted in a huge cheer.

"As expected of the investigators! Well done!"

"Praise the sun! Praise the Order Association!"

"Praise be to you!"

"We no longer have to suffer from the disease, we can take off our masks and breathe fresh air to our hearts' content, all thanks to you!"

"Thank you so much! You are the hope of Winstown!"

Such words of gratitude came one after another, but those people had no interest in paying them any attention.

Several investigators surrounded the immobilized monster, which instantly shrank to the size of a little toenail under the influence of the potion, and was caught in the hands of one of the investigators to complete the containment.

Their mission was accomplished. After briefly dispersing the townspeople and sending them home, they followed the crowd back to Winstown.

The investigators had much more important things to do than ramble on with the idiots who were behaving abnormally.

Not long ago.

Their companion died after having his organs removed because he was too eager to use the mysterious object.

Now several people are going to the church to take his body away and bury it in the association's cemetery.

The investigators are on the move.

Not far away, Ria and James watched from the shadows as the group entered and exited the church, carrying a wooden box as they walked north. Only then did they feel a little relieved.

"That wooden box should contain the body of the deceased investigator."

Lia stared at their retreating figures, her eyes unblinking: "The first investigator's organs were his bones. The box was left with only skin, flesh, and internal organs. He could not maintain his integrity until death."

Why are you suddenly feeling sentimental?

James touched the bird's beak on the mask.

"Shall we start by summarizing today's performance? How was my illusion performance?"

(End of this chapter)