They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 255 I'm hungry—

Seeing their noisy chatter, Ria shook her head and went to her room to rest. She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He thought for a moment, then took out some coins and scattered them on the bedside table. Listening to the sound of them hitting each other as they fell and feeling their weight, Lia was finally able to calm down and settle down.

James was right; the main motif was indeed an important source of emotional support for patients. However, the thought that she herself would need to sleep with money under her pillow made Ria curse herself for being vulgar.

But you can't live without being vulgar; without money, nobody can survive.

Thinking this way, he felt relieved.

A dreamless night.

The next morning, when Ria woke up, he found little Swarth curled up in a ball next to his head, burying his head in his paws and covering the back of his head with his wings.

After he finished washing up and changing his clothes, he found that it was still sleeping, but all the coins on the bed had been swallowed by Little Swarth, as if it was afraid that someone would steal them.

The mythical creature was truly exhausted. When Ria called it, it moved its wings and forepaws, listlessly squinted at Ria, and then the next second its head "thumped" onto the bed, as if it had suddenly died.

"Hey! Good morning, my dear patient!!!"

James suddenly appeared in the room shouting, and Ria grabbed him with her tentacles, threw him outside, and then walked out: "You woke up really early."

"Have you ever seen a plague doctor sleep? We don't need to sleep, unlike you."

James wandered around the room aimlessly, then found some stored food, opened his glasses, stuffed the food into them, and began to swallow.

And his belly was visibly growing bigger.

"I'm telling you, James, your plan to lose weight by playing soccer these days doesn't seem to be working at all. Of all the doctors I've ever met, you're the fattest one."

Are they as handsome as me?

"Which one isn't more handsome than you?"

"...Ah, I'm so heartbroken. You've successfully shattered my pathetic self-esteem. I'm clearly your doctor, so why do you always side with outsiders?"

As James spoke, he squeezed three baguettes directly into his glasses frame, crumbs falling all over the floor from his beak, a sight that could drive a room full of obsessive-compulsive people crazy.

"No more nonsense."

Ria sat down in a chair, picked up a history book, and casually flipped through it: "You mentioned before that I discovered the Book of Revelation in my dream... How did you know that?"

"I know far more than you do. Do you think your little tricks can fool me? But I think it's a good thing for patients to have their own ideas. It would be terrible if they had no opinions of their own and were just led around like zombies."

"That old bastard Ivand urged you to kill me... I don't object to that, and if you can beat me, you're welcome to try."

“I don’t want to fight a pig. You should lose some weight,” Lia said.

These words made James cough, and food scraps mixed with saliva kept spraying out from behind his glasses. Ria silently moved her chair to another spot.

James: "Talking to you is worse than killing me."

"Then you should go lose weight."

"Just say you want to starve to death!!!" the bird-beaked doctor said this confidently, then found a tap and poured water directly into his glasses.

"Glug glug—" He drank water for a full two minutes before removing his mask and sitting back down in front of Ria.

As Ria looked at the chaos around her, she slightly raised her hand, and the things immediately returned to their original state, except for the food that had been eaten.

It's not that this stuff is impossible to recover from, but rather that recovering from it would be too disgusting. There's no guarantee that James wouldn't have to eat it all over again.

"Now that you've eaten and drunk your fill, it's time to tell me why you came to see me."

"Shouldn't I be the one saying that to you?"

The doctor sat on the sofa, his weight pressing down on the wooden frame and causing a crack to appear in the floor.

"You said yesterday you wanted to play a werewolf. You should be familiar with werewolf memes; they are skilled at transformation and disguise, and they like to lie. To be honest, among the Hephaestus clones you've encountered—"

Both Garn and Bucklowe carry the werewolf meme.

This meme is quite insidious; if they want to hide, it will be very difficult for anyone to discover their identities and the main meme unless they actively expose themselves.

"That sounds good, so how do I play the role?"

"That's the biggest problem. The way you play a werewolf varies from person to person. You can't rely on other people's experience to act it out. You might not be able to play it at all, or you might wake up one day to find a wolf head pattern on your meme card."

"Actually, I quite admire this kind of meme. After all, who wouldn't envy the superpower of being able to change at will? It saves the trouble of disguising oneself. But if you use it for a long time, other personalities may appear."

For example, if you become a mosquito and remain that mosquito for a long time, you will eventually want to suck the blood of your original body and completely identify with a mosquito.

Hephaestus's clones might also have some thoughts of separating from the main body. If you have the opportunity, you can use this to dismantle them..."

James suddenly stopped talking, and Ria asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

“Ms. Ilint Hod just sent you some things. Do you remember Ilint? She’s that sickly old witch.”

“My memory isn’t bad.” Ria waved to James, and a cloud of black mist carrying a package fell into Ria’s hand.

He opened the package and found that it contained some new medicine and several boxes of beautifully packaged snacks.

There was even a note attached to the surface of the package.

"How have you been lately? Are you finding the medications easy to use? If you notice any problems with them, please write to me and I will make improvements."

The witches are having a tea party soon, and everyone's busy preparing food to bring to the party. I accidentally made a little too much, so I'm sharing it with you. If you like it, I'll make more later.

No one else is allowed to attend the tea party, not even the plague doctor, so Bruner might cause trouble for Mr. James. Remember to remind him to be careful lately.

To be honest, I don't know why the tea party, which is held every five years, was suddenly brought forward, and the content of this meeting is very likely related to the natural disaster that people want to know about.

Most of the witches are intellectuals with their own studies and documents to complete. If we come to any conclusions, we will inform you as soon as possible so that you can seek refuge early.

After all, disaster is not far away...

(End of this chapter)