They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 247 Not Trustworthy
(Chapter 246)

Its parents are the best parents in the world.

Little Swarth's many eyes were fixed on Ria, while Ria stared intently ahead.

If the mist is the edge of a dream, then what lies at the end of that edge...? Is this really the edge of a dream?

Why does it exist, and what is the meaning of its existence?

Ria had more and more questions in her mind, but she still decided to follow her intuition and explore the fog.

"This road seems shorter than I expected."

Ria took out the pocket watch that Ivand had given her. This thing could be used as a normal pocket watch even if it wasn't a mysterious item: "Three hours have passed. It seems that being here won't hinder the operation of mechanical products."

"Just to be on the safe side, I'll store my current normal mental state for now... How do I operate this thing?"

He stared at the pocket watch for a moment, trying to remember the time, and then turned the wheel slightly clockwise. At that moment, Ria suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness rush to his brain.

He had Little Swarth lead him deeper into the mist, and then he lost consciousness.

As if in the blink of an eye, Ria woke up again and found herself nearing the end of the mist, about to emerge from it.

By this time, six hours had passed since he fell into a coma.

Little Swarth stayed by his side, and when he woke up, he happily wriggled his tentacles and continued to follow Ria.

"We'll be able to leave soon."

Ria told it not to rush, watching as the fog in front of it thinned out and the eyes were left far behind.

"Shh——"

The fog completely dissipated.

Suddenly, everything became clear and bright.

However, Ria couldn't relax at all.

Cars coming and going, modern buildings, identical rooms, identical things happening.

Sun, abyss, faceless, red moon...

It was as if he was reliving the situation when he first stepped into the door, walking out of the fog only to walk into the fog again.

“Cycle…” Ria muttered the word.

Perhaps dreams have no end; their existence is a cycle, like a Möbius strip that can never escape the area it defines.

At first, Ria thought that the mist enclosed the dream, but now it seems that it is at most a barrier.

“So abstract?”

Ria pondered how to break the loop, since the scenarios she experienced were exactly the same both times... so all she had to do was make them different.

As the young man watched the people coming and going on the street, his gaze grew increasingly dangerous. Many golden eyes appeared on the surface of his skin. Meanwhile, Ria walked on the street, her countless tentacles spreading toward the buildings, constantly emitting pollution that destroyed everything beyond recognition.

Those people walking down the street turned into supernatural beings. Many vehicles that couldn't avoid them collided. Some children's red balloons flew into the sky and slowly grew into human faces. Some people's faces slowly disappeared, and some people's bodies were filled with eyes.

"That's good."

Lia watched as these monsters crawled all over the place, even killing "him" here. Everyone was killed, everyone mutated, the sky turned crimson, and hairy spiders crawled all over the place. "This is extraordinary enough. I killed everyone."

Having resolved everything in the second layer of the dream, Ria was ready to step through the fog again. Several hours later, he stood in the same spot and discovered that the dream had indeed changed.

"It looks like the dream is about to collapse. Let's try a few more times."

With that, Ria abandoned the pollution method once again and continued to walk through the fog with Swarth.

He tried many times, but even he felt tired.

At night, Ria sat on the rooftop, leaning against Swarth, her hands loosely gripping her cane as she looked down at the chaos below. Only then did she realize how easily she had let herself go and destroyed everything.

“Look, Shwar, this is the home I used to live in.”

Ria turned to little Swarth and began to introduce her home.

“That’s my company, that’s the house I bought, that whole building is my property, and those streets over there… and that tower over there…”

"Goo." Little Swarth looked down at the ruined buildings, the billowing smoke, the crimson flames, and the screaming, mutated crowd below, and let out a hollow cry.

“I didn’t have much money before. My family was extremely poor. We were so poor that we had to catch rats and cockroaches to roast and eat. Fortunately, I was ambitious and studied hard. After I grew up, I found a good job.”

However, my boss was too careless and I caught him red-handed. I bribed his second most trusted subordinate to uncover some of his illegal activities, and then I found an opportunity to bring him down.

It's worth mentioning that... I was his most trusted subordinate, and everyone trusted me the most. When his former boss got into trouble, they suspected many people, but they didn't suspect me. In the end, I was the one who took over the business...

After taking full control of those things, I quietly sent many conservatives to prison, and at that time, no one suspected me.

Honestly, watching those idiots suspicious of each other is hilarious, hehehe, I'm truly a born villain.

Ria's face was reddened by the firelight from below: "So don't trust me too much, understand? I'll do anything for profit."

This is why Lia wasn't surprised at all when she first drew the black market merchant.

He knew exactly what kind of person he was, and the meme of a black marketeer was a perfect fit for him.

"Goo?"

Little Swarth didn't understand; it would just crawl around on the ground making "gurgling" sounds, and then happily pounce on Ria.

Lia was speechless. He had seriously taught it not to trust itself so easily, but the guy couldn't understand human speech at all.

I almost forgot, it's a mythical creature, it doesn't understand human language.

“I have a feeling that if we try a few more times, we can get rid of the Möbius strip completely, and then we can see what the truth is.”

"It would be great if I could find a way to leave here. I don't know how my parents are doing at home. They must be very worried after I disappeared."

It would be a lie to say she didn't miss them. Ria had a very good relationship with her parents. How could someone who has a good relationship with their parents suddenly run off to a strange place and not miss their family?

No matter how long a wanderer has been away from home, there will always be a place he longs for. Just like when Little Swarth parted ways with Ria, the first thing he did was try his best to find him, fearing that his host would leave him at any moment.

"Speaking of which, I wish I could take you back."

As Ria looked into little Swarth's amber-golden eyes, the thought flashed through her mind.

The tentacles continued to swing along with Ria's steps, completely unaware that they had missed a great opportunity because they couldn't understand human speech very well.

(End of this chapter)