They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 244 The Pure White Road
“You should know better than I do how dangerous that thing is, but you still let it run rampant. Doesn’t that mean you’ve been too lenient with that human?”

The phantom of the crimson moon swayed like a centipede in the water. It looked like an elongated version of a woman, with spider-like features on its head and lower body, while countless hands grew from its back.

To be precise, this is not a hand, but an arthropod-specific arthropod.

"Perhaps you have your own plans, and I have no right to question you, but Charlie... if you're not careful, even you could die."

The crimson moon phantom was severed by the cracks created by the long scythe. It stared intently at Ivand, who remained motionless until he witnessed the phantom completely disappear. Only then did he close his eyes, pale-faced, and fall unsteadily into the air.

At this moment, his legs underwent another strange change. Ivand felt a pain as if his flesh was being torn apart, and he knew without looking what strange shape his legs had become.

At this moment, the solar eclipse in the sky was about to end, and the scarlet color was gradually fading from the edge of the sun. The tree made of tentacles could no longer hold on and exploded with a "boom" into a thick gray mist, which then dissolved into the air.

On the ground, Ria, Swarth, and Ivand lay together, completely exhausted and unable to move.

The original circus had become dilapidated and lifeless. The people, their faces now ashen, wore clown masks and stared at the stage as if enjoying the final curtain call of this farce.

"Snapped!"

In the stillness of the night, a foot wearing a deep purple clown shoe suddenly stepped onto the stage.

Barclay has lost his head, but his body is still alive, albeit broken and mangled. Compared to the others on stage, he is much more energetic.

"Did you all think I was dead?"

"You didn't expect that, did you? The curse I cast with so many souls allowed me to stay alive a little longer... Hahaha, I love seeing you self-proclaimed clever people get completely manipulated."

His movements were wildly erratic, and he even deliberately spun around on stage in a dance-like manner.

The man watched with great interest as Ivand's body underwent strange changes. If left unattended, these changes would expand rapidly, causing spacetime distortion and potentially killing everyone caught in the distortion.

Including Ivan's students.

"The only humans who can truly control the extraordinary are those suffering from the pollution disease, but unfortunately you are not one of them."

"Now is my time to take advantage of the situation! Let me think about how to deal with you all."

Bucklow's voices came from all directions. He wanted to kill Ria immediately, but before that, he had to deal with Ivand's mutation.

While he hesitated, spacetime rifts gradually appeared in all directions. If he was not careful and got close to them, he would be completely cut off and his body would be scattered in different spaces and times.

Bucklowe was considering whether to throw Ria into the spacetime rift right now, but as soon as he took a step, something wrapped around his ankle.

Only then did he notice that the ground beneath his feet was now covered with unknown patterns reflecting the starry sky, their lines and colors constantly shifting, as if the universe itself were being born from within them.

The patterns connected to form an intricate sacrificial array containing countless incantations. Buckloven turned around in surprise towards Ivand's side, watching him slowly rise from the ground, his figure semi-transparent.

"What are you trying to do, you madman? Are you going to sacrifice both of us?!"

"Won't it work? I think it's a good idea."

"Is this the good idea you're talking about!?" "Since neither of us is willing to disappear like this, let's do it this way... sacrifice the two of us to get back Ria's eyes. That way, he can see the world in our place."

"Go if you want to go. If you want to be a good teacher, then sacrifice yourself and don't take me with you! My clone needs to return to my original body. I still have my own pursuits. I can't just disappear like this!"

This was the first time Bucklow had uttered such a panicked, shrill sound. He saw the pattern on the ground that resembled a magnificent gate, and an immense sense of threat, like a Damocles' blade, hovered above his head, ready to strike at any moment.

He wanted to escape, and in fact he did. The man used the werewolf meme's transformation ability to turn himself into a ladybug and try to fly away. The next second, the light of the ritual array shone brightly, directly engulfing the ladybug's figure.

Ivand glanced at Ria one last time before being pulled into the gate by an unknown entity.

……

Do you know what a guard is?

An invisible realm, and voices of nothingness emanated from all directions.

“Every meme has its own significance and its own unique characteristics.”

Although greedy, black marketeers drive economic development and trade. Prophets guide people when they are lost. Magicians are miracles of this world. The tea parties of witches can share many secrets that are not usually known. Their potions symbolize right and wrong.

【Idiot】is a metaphor for the mask we wear in our daily lives.

The werewolf's ability is to change, using change to escape the shadows of life.

[Hunter] can switch between being the hunter and the prey, choosing to either strike first or lie in wait.

[Curse Master] is skilled in cursing, but the content of the curses will never go against one's conscience.

[Spellcasters] can hear the voices of both inorganic and organic matter, and they can befriend anything.

[Lucky Ones] Without luck, nothing can be accomplished, but once they succeed, everything they do goes smoothly. They can use their future luck to make their present luck.

The Dream Collector gains knowledge by eating other people's dreams, but their own dreams become bizarre and unpredictable.

Crows are annoying; their existence is inherently lonely, but the world is never short of lonely and annoying people.

Cupid symbolizes love; his arrows can turn the mundane into the magical.
[Tacticians] instigate wars, manipulate power and tactics, turning the entire battlefield into a chessboard; without them, nations could not evolve.

In his confusion, Ria heard many voices enter his mind. He now felt very clear-headed. When he opened his eyes, the scene in front of him had changed into a completely dark space.

A white, glowing road appeared on the ground, leading to an ordinary yet enormous door.

Countless pure white figures appeared around me, all moving toward the door. However, many of these figures distorted the moment they got close, turning into particles in the path of light.

Many more people disappeared completely before they even got close to it, vanishing without a trace, leaving nothing behind.

(End of this chapter)