They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 230 The Clown's Smiling Face

“That person is difficult to deal with. To be honest, even if you and Charlie combined, you'd be in trouble. I also don't agree with your portrayal of the Guardian in this way…”

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a multitude of eyes staring at him. Under the gaze of those golden eyes, the man opposite him appeared ferocious and terrifying, his glasses gleaming with a scarlet hue, making him look nothing like a living person: "Do you believe me?"

At that moment, James even thought that he hadn't lost his memory and that everything he had done before was an act.

But Ria had indeed lost her memory and had no recollection of who the bird-beaked doctor in front of her was.

"If you trust me, cheer for my performance from the shadows like you did before."

Every step I've taken has been the result of careful consideration—this is what my original memory wants me to tell you. Oh, and he said this is your salary for this month.

As she spoke, Ria handed James a package. James opened it and was speechless to find a few loose coins inside.

This behavior is quite in line with Lia's usual style.

"I don't care about you anymore, do whatever you want."

He recently lost over ten pounds from being so angry with Ria, which is more effective than playing football for a month.

This made him start to suspect that Ria might have done it on purpose.

"I understand your desire to seek the truth. See you again when you have time... What a pathetic patient! Did you really think I'd make time to see you? Who cares!"

James cursed and turned into black mist and left. He had discovered that Ria was mingling with the Association's containment objects, but the guy didn't seem to have any intention of harming anyone, which surprised him.

Perhaps the mysterious items used for sealing in the Order Association were too effective, which prevented the mentor's evil thoughts from leaking out too much; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"What was wrong with those people to release him? Did they really have the heart to do that?"

……

"Phew—I still can't get used to seeing things with those eyes on my body. What they see is a completely different world from what I usually see."

Ria held the hat in front of his eyes and saw that it was full of money. He reached out and touched it, and the money instantly disappeared.

Two days later, the day arrived quickly. Ivand took Ria toward the circus.

He didn't have any tickets, and as the two of them lined up at the entrance of the circus, Ivand suddenly pointed at the person in front of him and asked, "Do you know who this is?"

"do not know."

“He doesn’t know who you are, but we’re not letting him watch the performance for his own good.”

As he spoke, Ivand somehow managed to turn the other person's admission ticket into his own, and then had Ria deal with the person.

Dealing with him doesn't mean killing him; it just means preventing the person in front of us, who hasn't realized what's happening, from watching the show for a while.

Ria immediately understood. He moved behind the man and, when no one was looking, pierced his neck with his tentacles. The man stiffened and collapsed. Ria immediately shook his head: "Sir, sir, what's wrong with you!?"

"What happened?" Ivan asked, puzzled. "I don't know, he might have heatstroke. I'll take him to a shady place now... Sir, are you still conscious? Do you know anyone here?"
Is there anyone willing to lend a helping hand to this poor man?

Lia looked terrified, but the others just watched coldly. They were confident in their status; those who had obtained the tickets were no pushovers. So for a moment, no one stepped forward to give the unconscious man a second glance.

Lia could only drag the person suffering from "heatstroke" to a secluded and shady place by himself. After thinking for a moment, he found a street lamp nearby.

So the person was tied to a street lamp, a simple and convenient way to escape, and it would only take a few hours, since Lia was very good at tying knots.

"I didn't even tie your hands. I hope you can save yourself when you wake up."

With that, Ria returned to the group, indicating that everything was ready.

Thanks to the indifference of passersby, the two were able to take advantage of the chaos and Ivand, who had obtained an admission ticket, successfully passed through the ticket gate and entered the tent.

From the outside, the Barclay Circus looks no different from an ordinary circus. Perhaps they don't want the so-called "surprise" to be seen by those outside without tickets; the real surprise is hidden inside the tent.

The moment Ria entered the tent, she felt as if she had entered a giant cage. The tent fabric was all supported by crisscrossing steel frames, coldly reflecting the colors of the lights, and the audience members were all given a clown mask.

The moment Ria got the mask, she began to examine it to see if there was anything wrong with it. The answer she got was that it was just an ordinary mask, except that the red nose in the front looked too ridiculous.

"Am I just not good at comedy? I think this thing is ridiculously ugly, and I don't understand what's funny about it at all."

Ivand put on the mask and pinched the large, soft rubber nose in front of it. Ria thought so too, but seeing that the other audience members liked it and even regarded the mask as a symbol of noble status, they realized that the mask was a symbol of noble status.

They kept laughing, as if no one would know they had gotten tickets to be here as spectators if they didn't laugh.

The dim, yellowish light reflected the laughing clown faces, casting their shadows onto the fabric and steel frame inside the tent. The steel frame, in turn, reflected their figures. For a moment, Ria felt as if she were facing countless shrill clowns eyeing their prey.

The atmosphere here is unsettling.

But with the exception of a few, most people were quite happy.

Their eager gazes pierced through the slits of the clown mask's curved pupils and fell upon the stage, already impatiently awaiting the start of the performance.

The next moment, a person appeared out of thin air on the stage. He was dressed in a comical clown costume and wore a clown mask. He looked up and looked around at everyone in the audience, and respectfully bowed to them.

All the spotlights shone on him, and at that moment, the clown-dressed man became the focus of the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Bucklowway Circus. Every audience member here is a lucky one, one in a million. Of course, I'm not referring to memes [lucky ones]. If you were to become polluters, you might as well just die."

The audience burst into laughter; everyone was laughing, except for Ria and Ivand.

This hellish joke is pure amusement for outsiders, and Ivand tells Ria, "Don't take their words to heart."

Ria nodded; of course he wouldn't listen to a madman: "Who's that person on stage? He can't be an ordinary circus performer, can he?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the person on the stage immediately raised his arms and stretched his body to the limit by standing on tiptoe.

(End of this chapter)