They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 231 They've gone mad, they've all gone mad.
"I almost forgot to introduce myself, please forgive me, my name is Bucklove, I am the founder of this circus, its ringmaster, and also your most enthusiastic friend, your friendly family."

Barclay! ! ?

Lia's pupils behind the mask contracted slightly, and at that moment, the people around her inexplicably stood up, staring blankly at the figure on the stage, craning their necks, almost tilting their heads back.

The huge circus was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard. Suddenly, the person in the center of the stage snapped his fingers, and everyone erupted in cheers as if a switch had been flipped.

"Bachlowe!!!"

"Bachlowe!!!"

"Bachlowe!!!"

They shouted the names of the people on stage, making Delia's eardrums ache. He covered his ears with his tentacles and finally felt a little better.

“Bachlowe has such influence.”

"He rarely appears in public, so why are the audience members so excited, like they're on drugs?"

"It's true that you rarely show up. You may not have experienced the fanatical worship that believers had for you before, otherwise you could probably understand the irrational behavior of these people."

"I didn't hear what you just said."

"nothing."

When Ivand shook his head at Ria's question, Bucklowe gestured for everyone to be quiet, and they immediately fell silent and returned to their seats.

Someone nudged Ria from behind: "Why didn't you stand up just now? Do you look down on the commander?"

“Don’t waste your breath on him, shut him up,” Ivan said to Ria, who remained motionless, while the questioning voice of the man behind him abruptly stopped.

He slumped back in his chair with a thud and fell into a peaceful sleep.

On stage, Bucklow glanced in that direction seemingly indifferently, then smiled and left the stage.

A few minutes later, a group of animals were led to the center of the stage by their keepers. They were all human, but Bucklovey had twisted them into animal shapes using various methods.

Logically, the audience should have been terrified at the sight, but they weren't. The cheers that followed even included shouts like, "Let them eat the beast tamer! I'll give you five gold coins!"

"I'll give ten as a tip!"

"twenty!"

"one hundred!"

As the cheers grew louder, the animal trainer on the stage remained unresponsive. Ria turned to look at Ivand, who was also looking at him: "I know what you're thinking. The amount of money is indeed enormous, but don't be impulsive—you can't eat the animal trainer on the stage."

"What do you take me for? Do you think I'm someone who would eat anything for money?"

Lia covered her head: "I just don't quite understand what they're doing. The people on stage are people too, so why can they make such demands about cannibalism without feeling guilty?"

"Human nature is very complex; it can be good, but it can also be evil."

Ivan looked down at his legs, seemingly recalling some unpleasant memories, and his eyes revealed an almost emotionless coldness when he looked at the crowd around him.

The two remained silent, and the animal trainers on stage paid no heed to the shouts of the audience. Perhaps they were already used to money, and such an amount held no interest for the trainers.

The animal trainer stood on the platform, picked up several iron rings, and with a gentle wave of his other hand, a lit match appeared between his two fingers.

The tiny flame approached the iron ring and instantly turned the entire ring into a ring of fire.

One first-time visitor recognized the attraction: "Animals jumping through fire hoops? I went through all that trouble to get a ticket, and this is the kind of commonplace trick you come up with?"

"of course not."

The animal trainer shook the flaming steel ring in his hand: "We're going to play ring toss!"

As he spoke, he swung the ring of fire in his hand and threw it toward the audience, instantly throwing the entire audience into chaos.

People stared at the circular flames moving in mid-air, wanting to escape, but there were too many people on site, and once it got crowded, the casualties would be a light one.

"What does he want to do!? Does he want to kill us!?"

Some new audience members sitting near the back edge wanted to leave, but when they ran to the edge of the tent, they found that the exit had been completely blocked by a metal frame.

At the same time, the ring of fire rushed straight towards the living people, and it was unknown which unlucky soul would be hit by these things.

Those who had seen the performance before weren't so easily flustered, but the new audience members were completely panicked. None of them wanted to die; other people's lives were nothing compared to their own.

When faced with a life-or-death crisis, these people surged forward like a tidal wave, jostling and trampling each other. Their clown masks curled up at the corners of their mouths, but beneath the masks came desperate cries.

Ivan and Ria's seats were on the edge, far from the exit, and were not greatly affected.

"If those rings of fire land on people, so many people and tents will be set ablaze. No one here can escape. Aren't you afraid?"

Ria shook her head, holding little Swarth: "They wouldn't play such a cheap trick, and those fire rings have been spinning in mid-air long enough."

"Coo?" Little Swarth, currently resembling an owl, turned its head to look at the noisy "spectacle."

The next second, it saw the animals on the stage move, rushing towards the rings of fire with a speed and posture that humans could not possibly accomplish, and grabbing them in mid-air with their mouths open.

Then, one of them landed on an empty seat, holding a ring of fire high. The other animals simply swung their rings upwards, nimbly dashing over the rings held up by the first animal, and then caught their own rings in their mouths and ran back to the stage.

They were like wild beasts playing pranks on everyone, taking pleasure in watching their panic. But Ria noticed that the muscles in their mouths, where they held the rings of fire, were charred black, with countless blisters around the edges.

It was obvious that their mouths were overcooked, even charred, but even so, these animals were still playing with the hoops of fire, tossing them around and even throwing them at their own kind.

The audience gradually came to their senses and returned to their seats. Among them were some who were indignant and some who were panicked, but most of them became even more excited.

The thrill of brushing past death is something many people have never experienced, and their shouts now are even more fervent than before.

As for those who were trampled to death or suffocated on the ground, no one cared about them. At the moment of putting on the mask, everyone was "happy".

Regardless of life or death, the corners of their mouths were always turned up in a smile.

Those who were still alive reached into their pockets and began showering money onto the stage.

(End of this chapter)