They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 232 includes me too?

"Thank you all for your support."

The animal trainer bowed respectfully to the crowd, while from all directions, a group of "snakes" with their tongues flicked crawled to the dead audience members, opened their mouths wide, and used all their strength to swallow the corpses whole.

After the first round of warm-up, the originally crowded environment suddenly became much more breathable. The audience no longer felt the noise and stuffiness of the environment. Some people even felt cold all over, and cold sweat had seeped out of their faces behind their masks.

"Where is this place? I want to leave! I want to tell the Order Association that you're killing people here!"

An audience member stood up in a panic, wanting to leave. He couldn't stand the strange atmosphere any longer. But before he could run a few steps, he felt a sudden chill on his neck.

The spectator turned around and saw a child who looked like a squirrel affectionately hugging his head. The squirrel had big, dark eyes, a fluffy tail, and a fluffy body.

Oh, and he also has a set of white teeth so sharp they can easily crack open nuts.

"Walnut!"

The squirrel excitedly wagged its tail, sniffed the walnut in its paws, and then began to gnaw on it.

At first, it might have been a bit difficult to crack open the walnut shell. He took many bites, but eventually decided to remove the walnut nut from its stem first.

So next, the squirrel aimed its teeth at the nut's branch, and this time it was much easier. The fresh, sweet juice from the crack in the branch made the squirrel extremely satisfied.

He rubbed his head and washed his face with his hands.

Then, ignoring the fallen nut tree, the squirrel picked up a walnut and ran to the side to start crunching away.

The squirrel's mouth watered at the thought of the delicious walnut kernels inside, but he was afraid that someone might run out and snatch them from him.

In desperation, the squirrel forcefully stuffed the walnut into its cheek, causing one cheek to bulge out and its skin to become transparent, revealing clear purple veins. The outline of a human head could even be vaguely seen through the skin.

"Walnut--"

The little squirrel happily cradled its round, chubby face and ran off to the side.

He ran onto the stage, climbed onto the trainer's shoulder, opened his mouth wide, spat out nuts, and slowly began to enjoy them. The trainer stroked the squirrel's head affectionately and said, "You're too greedy."

Some people in the audience held their faces in their hands, finding the animals incredibly cute, and the interaction between the trainers and the performing animals was very heartwarming.

Next, the animal trainer put on several more "wonderful" performances for the audience, and the number of people in the audience dwindled again.

Many of them appeared to still be sitting in their seats, but in fact they had been dead for a long time. Their masks revealed sinister smiles, and their deaths were bizarre and varied.

Lia was increasingly unable to understand why people would risk their lives to come here to watch the performance.

Compared to those animals, little Swarth seemed so normal.

And people's evil always manages to push his psychological limits.

After several rounds of performances, the special program during intermission made Ria suddenly understand the true purpose of the audience's visit and perfectly explained why they didn't care about the lives of their fellow human beings.

Lia watched as the animals on the stage were herded into iron cages, and then auctioned off by the animal trainers with prices clearly marked.

"These are all well-trained children. They are absolutely obedient and loyal, and would make excellent pets... Most importantly, they all possess extraordinary abilities! We offer replacements or compensation if they die during the journey."

The premise is that you have the ability to bring the corrupted beings after their deaths to us. The animal trainer's smile grew more and more unrestrained, and the "animals" in the cages became commodities that people competed to buy, starting at an unimaginable price and then being bid up at an unimaginable price. These numbers, the scene before his eyes, and the sounds in his ears constantly stimulated Ria's mind.

He didn't have much of a craving for money, but everything around him was abnormal and bizarre. Even though he considered himself a patient who had escaped from a mental hospital, he still felt completely out of place among these people.

"The audience would love for everyone around them to die so that no one would compete with them for the auction items. These rich people don't have to worry about food, drink, or shelter, and their hobbies are beyond the imagination of normal people."

Ivand picked up his pipe again: "Everyone says that the extraordinary is evil, then what is good?"

Ria clenched and unclenched his fists several times before finally speaking: "I don't belong here."

"If you hadn't lost your memory, you probably wouldn't feel this bad."

"No, even without amnesia I would still feel bad. Before I lost my memory I wasn't a cold-blooded person, quite the opposite, he... never mind, saying that makes me sound narcissistic."

"Guards should protect others, but detective, in this situation, who do you think I should protect? If we insist on investigating, whose past is without its hardships, but that cannot be a reason to absolve them of their sins."

No one here, absolutely no one, is completely clean.

"Including me?"

"No, not at all. You have nothing to do with this incident; you're just a victim who got dragged into it."

As Lia stared at the animals on the stage, a sense of powerlessness welled up within him. Even though he could barely protect himself, he still felt resentment towards everything around him.

That's just how people are.

“I said, since we’re dissatisfied with everything, why not just overthrow them all? The outcome won’t be any worse than it is now.”

Ivand, sitting in his wheelchair, removed his mask, his expression like that of a shrewd king, scoffing at the performances of those around him.

He applied a little force, and cracks automatically appeared on the clown mask.

"Defender—use your sword and shield to kill those you consider evil, to protect those you believe should be protected. If someone plots to frame you, you cannot follow their schemes; instead, you must overturn their chessboard."

My lord, this is the confidence you should have.

Ria's eyes widened slightly, as if a scene flashed through his mind—

"Listen, young man, I went out without any money. Could you lend me some to pay for my indulgences?"

When the two first met at church, the other borrowed some money from him, and the young man also offered a helping hand to the disabled man.

The image quickly faded away like ripples on a wave, but the gears of fate had already begun to self-reinforce themselves from that moment on.

"..."

"Thank you, Mr. Ivand."

“Taking the initiative is not necessarily the best defense, especially since Bucklowe is right here. He can kill a small number of the audience, but he can’t kill everyone here.”

Now is undoubtedly the best time to make a move.

(End of this chapter)