They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 254 You've Finally Gone Mad

"Huh!?" The man was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. "Not a single one was left?"

"Not a single one was left. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have been able to discover the location of the surveillance cameras. Our surveillance equipment is known for its stealth."

As soon as he finished speaking, the investigator thought his superiors would be angry, or would directly order them to use more extreme methods to arrest and detain the disorderly person. But the prosecutor simply wiped his face with his hand, and behind his five fingers was a somewhat complicated smile.

The investigators couldn't decipher what was hidden in the man's smile; perhaps it was nostalgia, perhaps it was bitterness.

"This level of vigilance is truly abnormal, it's just a pity he's on the side of the Keepers of Secrets... Oh well, let's withdraw the surveillance on the Disorderly Ones."

If this person is truly favored by the mentor and has great potential, we won't need to monitor him; we'll be able to become household names in the future. But if this person dies along the way, it only proves that Ivand's curse remains unbroken.

My former mentor was passionate about spreading knowledge and truth to others, but those who received those things ended up in dire straits.

Perhaps Ivand was worried that Ria would once again bear this invisible curse, so he chose to leave him with his final death, sacrificing his own consciousness and Bucklowe Hephaestus to save his student's eyes.

"Our mentor seems to be changing... Do you think that after so much time has passed, he will still forgive us for what we did in the past?"

“We all owe him an apology, but if we could turn back time, humanity would still make the same choice.”

Mentors can never truly walk freely in the human world as they wish.

In fact, they shouldn't be alive.

The man in the blue robe put his hands behind his back and spoke as if he were reminiscing with an old friend, but no one answered, and no one had the right to answer.

……

"boom--"

Ria casually poked a tiny aphid on the ground with his cane, killing it instantly. All around him was ruins, with nothing but a few crows carrying torches in their beaks.

The circus people have all disappeared. Perhaps while he was unconscious, they were evacuated by Ivand and sent home, each losing their memories.

"So I'm not getting my money back, is that right—?"

"Gah..."

Several crows rubbed their eyelids against their eyeballs, staring intently at Ria in the center of the ruins. Ria glanced at them only once before stepping across the ruins, intending to leave.

"James, I know you're nearby."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lia heard applause coming from an inconspicuous corner nearby.

"Clap clap clap clap!"

The obese, bird-beaked doctor sat there, his glasses gleaming with a deathly red light.

Lia could see that he was trying to sit with his legs crossed, but his size made it impossible. His current posture only made his body look very strange, like a big lump of fat trying to be shaped.

"I want to applaud you, my patient!"
In less than six months, you rose from an ordinary person to the powerful Meme Six, successfully portraying the Guardian, gaining three lives, eliminating two clones of Hephaestus, and annihilating their organization.

Your reputation among believers is excellent, and you are becoming well-known among the Keepers of the Secrets and the Order Society...

You have discovered the secret of dreams and possess priceless prophetic information.

Finally, you successfully gained the trust of that old monster, Evander Charles, becoming his student, and in doing so, you persuaded him to willingly sacrifice his consciousness to heal your eyes.

"Hahaha, Kercha, Kercha, your behavior is truly exceptional among all the disorderly ones. They should all learn from you. You truly are a black marketeer, truly worthy of your reputation. You've managed to manipulate everyone so thoroughly—and what about me? Do I still have a role in your subsequent manipulations? Remember to call me beforehand if you need me to appear; I need to see if I can free up any time."

“Try making up conspiracy theories again.” Ria looked at him coldly.

"Look at you, you get all angry and embarrassed as soon as you're exposed. You're not cute at all. That bastard Charlie has spoiled you rotten."

James felt the shadow beneath his feet stirring, and now Ria's mental state was also clearly abnormal, like a taut line on the verge of exploding. No one knew how much more pressure that line could withstand.

In the end, the doctor stopped provoking his patients.

"Okay, okay, you should go and rest. I can tell you about the meme we're going to perform next when you wake up. Forget everything now and go to sleep."

"I think I should play a werewolf next."

"What?" James thought he had misheard.

"It's no fun being played like this all the time. Occasionally, I should take the initiative and peel off the masks of my loyal followers one by one."

Given our relationship, communicating with XZ while wearing a mask and hiding is extremely impolite.

Ria's smile was somewhat eerie. James thought he was seeing things, because the patient wasn't smiling at all; the scene he had just witnessed seemed like an illusion.

If Ria wasn't laughing just now, then there's only one possibility: the one making that expression was a mythical creature—the monster Ria called Money, Swark Kelcha.

“You’ve finally gone mad too…” James covered his glasses, his expression behind the mask seeming gloating.

"Don't talk nonsense, I've always been perfectly normal."

Ria reached out her hand to James, who was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

"Give me some money."

"You've already taken all my salary. What else do you want to do now, you heartless capitalist? Do you really want to take my kidneys and sell them before you're happy?"
Whoever becomes your doctor is incredibly unlucky!

“I know you’ve been hiding money from your family. The law of the secret keepers forbids plague doctors from doing so.”

"..."

James pulled a silver coin from under his hat and handed it to Ria. Ria accepted the coin and immediately perked up: "Thank you, doctor. Money really is the best medicine."

He took a few steps forward. To be honest, Ria was in excruciating pain all over her body. It felt like all the cells in her body had been reorganized, and she wasn't used to it yet.

Even under these circumstances, Ria returned to the detective agency, quickly packed her things, and during that time, several students from a nearby university came to have a meal there. They were quite happy to see that Ria was finally no longer wearing that terribly ugly beard.

"Kelcha, where is Mr. Ivand?"

"He went to handle a case."

"Didn't you go with him? When is he coming back?"

"About... a few months."

"So long!?"

"Don't worry, I'll be back."

(End of this chapter)