They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 239 Crimson Creation
"Of course, you don't need to sacrifice your eyes just to use it. I know more than this thing. Just ask me if you don't understand anything."

As he said this, Ria could sense that Ivand seemed to really want someone to ask him questions, but the emotion was very subtle and not obvious.

Do you think Bucklowe is right?

"That guy wouldn't lie in a place like this, and there's no point in clinging to it here."

"You're in charge of investigating this group. I'll go find Bucklove. Of course, you can do whatever you want with those people without any worries."

As he spoke, Ivand's figure faded until it disappeared completely, and Ria didn't waste any time. He turned his gaze directly to the group of spectators who looked like wooden figures.

"Bang! Bang!"

He tapped the table twice with the end of his cane: "Stop keeping quiet. This is a matter of life and death for you—the former leader wants you dead, the new leader wants you alive. Tell me, which do you choose?"

"..."

The group still didn't react, and Ria thought they were being controlled by the masks and unable to answer questions, until he suddenly heard someone laugh.

Instantly, a group of tentacles tightly wrapped around the man, suspending him in mid-air, and everyone below looked up at him.

"What are you laughing at? Are you planning to admit that you are a Red Moon Node?"

"Cough... No, no, I'm mocking you. You haven't acknowledged the existence of Faceless, yet you still want to use Faceless's identity to control us."

So you have a problem with that?

"Of course not, but if you don't fully accept everything God has to offer, it's difficult for us to serve you wholeheartedly."

You once erased all prayers from the minds of believers, leaving us feeling lost for a long time.

"Alright then, now recite your prayer in our presence, and we will help you kill Bachlowe Hefishgae and support you until death."

Do you think I'm easy to fool?

As Ria raised her hand, the tentacles scattered, and the person in mid-air fell to the ground with a scream.

He gazed at everyone below the stage. In Ria’s mind, each mask was indistinguishable, but in his golden eyes, they each had their own unique criteria for differentiation.

Every person is unique in the world.

"The Faceless God may grant your requests, but I hope you will all remember my true identity—"

trading.

This is what everyone calls me; they all call me the Lord of Trade.

"I'm not negotiating with you; I'm informing you that if you don't obediently hand over the Red Moon Node, you'll only face death."

I'm trading nodes for all of your lives. That's my deal. Do you have any further objections?

"This is utterly absurd!" someone immediately stood up. "You really think you're something special? God is just a tool for our amusement, who do you think you are?!"

“Well said.” With her back to them, Ria revealed the eye on the back of her neck. It turned slightly and looked at the person in front of her. The next moment, the body of the person who had been shouting instantly turned into a gray stone statue with eyes.

In that instant, a quarter of the original audience turned gray. It was only thanks to Ria turning around in time that the others were also affected by the contamination.

"What am I? When I can control your lives, I am God—you only need to worship me, obey me, and cater to me."

"Unless one day you become powerful enough to crush me under your shoes, I will make you experience what it means to have a nightmare where maggots gnaw at your bones."

He turned his back to everyone again, raised his neck, and slowly spread his hands, his cane gleaming coldly in the lamplight: "Come, everyone, say it with me." "Praise trade."

The others fell silent instantly; cold sweat had already seeped from the skin beneath their masks and clothes.

Those who were initially influenced by the mask thought that Ria would become better-tempered after losing her memory, but it turned out that this was not the case at all.

This guy's temper has always been unpredictable, and when he found that no one could answer where the node was, he directly used the pollution of his golden eyes to submerge everyone.

There is no key element in this group.

Ria turned around and looked at the crowd that had turned completely gray, confirming her suspicions: "They represent almost all the audience members. If anyone is missing, it's probably Mr. Ivand and myself."

"That's right! It's that old codger Ivand. He's been deceiving you all along. He's the one who summoned the Red Moon!"

Bucklowe's voice came from below the stage. The next second, Ivand ripped open a void where he was standing, and the man's head flew directly onto the stage.

He turned his head, and Bucklowe was now almost unrecognizable, his face grotesquely distorted in various places.

The person's left profile now resembles that of an elderly person, while the right profile looks like that of a newborn baby. The forehead is that of a young person, the nose looks like it has been dead for a long time, and the chin looks exactly like that of a middle-aged person...

"That guy really doesn't know how to conserve his energy at all—oh, great Faceless One, look at yourself, the Red Moon hasn't even appeared yet, and you've already corrupted the believers completely."

I truly admire what you've done; I believe you wanted to save everyone from the crimson's corruption.

The way to save them from corruption is to corrupt everyone first—how brilliant! So brilliant, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!

Bucklove's head was laughing wildly when Ivand suddenly appeared from the side and shot him through the head.

With a "bang," the head exploded into fragments like a balloon.

Ivan: "A scourge of lies."

"Detective, aren't you curious why I want to contaminate everyone?"

"You're not curious; you're just doing what you think is right."

"for example?"

"For example, if you want to protect everyone from the Red Moon's contamination, the best way is to make these people lose their senses in advance... Good job, I will end all this before the Red Moon's contamination spreads."

"Don't you think I've listened to Bucklowe's suspicions about you?"

"No, I trust my students."

"Then the real answer is obvious."

Ria: "The Red Moon node that Barclay mentioned is me, because I am also one of the audience members..."

"Hehehe, it's more likely to be Schwarz than me."

Therefore, the true Red Moon node has always been a mythical creature.

Ria looked at the mythical creature crouching in her shadow, its outer iris visibly growing increasingly crimson.

It's not surprising that Swaal, being a creation of the Crimson Mother, has a connection to the Crimson Moon.

(End of this chapter)