They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 251 Tea Party
“You make a good point… I look forward to our next meeting, although I really don’t want to see you again.”

Are you getting excited too soon?

The slug lowered its head, its three antennae slightly spread apart, and its yellow eyes looked down at Ria below.

At that moment, the Book of Revelation, which was entwined by those black tentacles, turned to ashes and fell to the ground, where it was blown away by a sudden gust of air.

Ria turned around to face the slug.

[You can't leave here. If I'm not mistaken, you just used the mysterious item, the Time Table, to replace your current mental state with the normal mental state you stored up not long ago.]

That kind of mental fortitude won't last long. Once the mysterious item loses its effectiveness, how will you accept reality?

“I told you, that’s not reality, it’s just a way for you to cover up the Book of Revelation. Book 5 has always existed in my dreams, and now I’m just discovering it and exposing your trick.”

I can't communicate with someone who's pretending to be asleep. Whether I'm deceiving you or you're deceiving yourself, I don't want to argue with you now.

The slug bent its head again.

But you can't go back. Let's assume this is all a dream; you won't even know how you woke up.

"Of course I know."

Then prove to me how you're going to wake up.

"Okay."

As he spoke, Ria pulled out a revolver, pointed it at his head, and in front of the slug, he suddenly made a "bang" sound, then smiled and said, "You didn't really think I was going to shoot myself, did you?"

Death is indeed a method worth trying.

“But I am a disordered person, so this cannot kill me.”

"I haven't said goodbye to you yet. It would be extremely disrespectful to be so impolite to meet someone like you."

"Well then... I'll take my leave now. May you and your lost followers be reunited soon—"

King of Dead Dreams

Your Majesty, Gerasimov!

After saying that, Ria pulled the trigger. With a "bang," the bullet inside the pistol pierced through his skull, and green spore-like liquid flowed from the young man's seven orifices in an instant.

These things quickly spread to all parts of his body until they completely enveloped him, and the surrounding tentacles also quickly rotted, with pieces of body tissue falling off one after another.

By the time Ria was about to fall to the ground, he was already completely dead.

This is the price of chanting God's name; the weak suffer unimaginable contamination simply by reciting His true name.

But before the slug could even rejoice, it saw that the moment Ria landed, her body fell into a spacetime rift and vanished without a trace.

In an instant, the thick, gray fog erupted.

【Ivandal Charlie!!!】

……

reality.

Several hours have passed since the strange celestial phenomenon ended, and a group of investigators are busy running around, their figures visible everywhere.

The investigators continuously addressed any remaining risks, promptly erased the memories of unrelated members of the public, and even conducted a mystery assessment of any remaining risks.

Several crows landed on the eaves and preened their feathers. When an investigator saw them, his expression immediately turned grim.

"What a bad day, to actually see those Guardians of Secrets."

"Bad luck?" A crow flapped its wings and landed, its body rising rapidly to transform into a plague doctor wearing a bird-beak mask. Other crows followed closely behind, and the sinister aura of the plague doctors standing together instantly made the investigators feel suffocated. "If we weren't ingesting the contamination, your workload would increase by at least several dozen times, and the streets would be crawling with arthropods that look like humans."

"It's no use telling them this; these short-lived fellows wouldn't understand anyway."

"Little guy, how many days have you been here? More than half a day? Then you're practically a veteran investigator!"

"hahahahahahahaha!"

The medical staff laughed, their voices as noisy and unpleasant as real crows. After teasing the investigator, whose face looked ashen as if he had swallowed a fly, they left without looking back.

The group of doctors walked along the road, avoided by everyone. However, at that moment, dark clouds blocked the sun, and the surrounding environment became gloomy.

"Tick."

A drop of water landed on the doctor's mask and slid down the bridge of his nose, which resembled a bird's beak.

"It's raining."

The medical workers carried their torches and continued on their way; the flames trapped inside the glass lampshades became the only light in the rain.

They passed by the gates of the Viscount's mansion.

Favlorine lazily leaned against the window, watching the rain outside, and waved to the plague doctors when she saw them.

She killed a lot of red spiders today, and these things can make good potion ingredients.

"Speaking of which, troubles have been happening more and more frequently lately. If this continues, I won't have time to do the things I like."

"Miss, Miss Leilana has sent you an invitation to a tea party."

The butler's voice suddenly rang out from outside the door.

This butler had been with her for a long time, and even though she was already so old, he insisted on calling her "Miss" instead of "Madam".

"A tea party? The last time they held a tea party was several years ago."

Favorine lifted her long, dark eyelashes, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and turned to walk out the door.

"Squeak."

She pushed open the door and took the invitation from the housekeeper. The invitation was covered with a secret code that only the invitees could understand.

The Witch's Tea Party is a gathering that only members who are impersonating witches can attend. On the surface, the purpose of the party is simply to have fun, relieve the pressure on members of the opposite sex who are playing the role of a witch for the first time, and trade materials needed to make potions.

In fact, tea parties are a good place to exchange information.

Based on the witches' love of gossip—

If one of them successfully performs a prophetic meme, then these witches will know many things before everyone else, and then report them to the church, the Order Association, and the Keepers of Secrets based on their own solutions.

Only backward places harbor hostility towards witches. In enlightened cities, various forces are eager to win them over, providing them with potion ingredients in exchange for a share of the potions as payment.

They also contributed to the research into a cure for contamination, which is one of the reasons why Faflorence was able to thrive in the supernatural organization.

"But isn't it too hasty to hold a tea party now? The solar eclipse hasn't been over for long. Could it be that some witches worship the red moon and are getting impatient as the red moon recedes?"

This was just a joke. Favorine knew that the conditions for holding the tea party were very strict. After all, it was not easy to gather all the witches of South Adeline, and there was also the need to guard against unscrupulous people with ulterior motives infiltrating the party.

“Reply to Leilana and tell her that I will arrive on time and that she doesn’t need to urge me anymore.”

By the way, who's been invited to this tea party? Do you have any confirmation? Or is it being kept secret as always, and we'll only be able to recognize the familiar faces and new ones when we get there?

(End of this chapter)