They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 258 Black or You?

"Hahahaha, this is hilarious! Kelcha, you're actually quite popular!"

"I never thought my previous paper would come in handy... but did those students really not know how to revise it and just submit my original manuscript directly?"

Lia’s paper quoted some modern theories and famous sayings, and he doubted whether there were other time travelers if others could find the same documents.

Seeing James laughing more and more unrestrainedly, Ria chose to go back to her room and lock him out, but when she opened the door, Ria was shocked.

His vision was filled with pure blackness; pitch-black tentacles had already filled most of the room and were still slowly expanding and growing.

Those tentacles were covered with golden eyes, and if you didn't look closely, these dark things would be as eye-catching as the starry sky.

“Swald, how could you…”

"Could it be that the Red Moon has ingested too much pollution?"

He stood in front of the door, and the tentacles, upon seeing him, quickly reached out towards him, but James immediately pulled Ria aside and closed the door.

“I told you that if you kept it, there would be problems sooner or later.”

"There's nothing we can do about it."

Ria sat back down in her chair, her gaze shifting to the room: "I noticed its power started to become abnormal after the eclipse ended. Did you notice? Before, my summoned creatures were like the tentacles of horsehair worms, but now they are tentacles."

“Such a change happened before when we were dealing with Garn, although I wasn’t aware of it at the time… Perhaps, the power of mythical creatures is returning now.”

Returning is not an improvement, because Ria saw the original form of Swaal and knew how powerful it was.

Even so, it is merely a newly born mythical creature... not a god.

Those great beings are unimaginable, unseen, and their names cannot be uttered. Even a mere insignificant phantom has tormented thousands upon thousands of people to this extent. Ria was instantly corrupted and devoured to death simply by uttering the name of the King of Death Dreams.

He now gets a splitting headache just thinking about the name, and he can't imagine how to pronounce it or how to read it in a human voice.

He was able to pronounce His name at that time solely due to the golden pupils on the back of his neck; without them, it would have taken considerable effort for Ria to kill him.

So what exactly Swarth is and where it comes from remains a mystery. Logically, it should come from the Red Moon, but after observing it, Ria felt that this was not the case. At the very least, their connection was not as close as Ria had imagined.

Putting aside those thoughts for now, Little Swarth is currently in a coma, and the movements of those tentacles are purely instinctive.

As Ria pondered, the swelling tentacles pressed against the door. Seeing this, James suggested that he put the mythical creatures away first to avoid them destroying the house later.

"Although this is Charlie's house, I would applaud if it were destroyed, but you probably don't want to see that."

“Indeed, it would be such a waste to destroy it like this… I plan to open a study room here, where students can stay and study freely, but there will be a fee.”

"You're still the darkest."

James expressed his admiration for Ria's ideas: "You are unique in being able to talk about other people's things as if they were your own."

But Kelcha, you still have too many scruples. Why can't you kidnap these students, use them as forced labor, extort a few hundred gold coins from their parents, and then, after they pay, simply take the students away and sell their organs, turning their bodies into supernatural creatures, drying them, grinding them into powder, and selling them to witches?"

Ria reached out and teased the tentacles that emerged from behind the room door, then tried to retract them.

"Am I some kind of ruthless person? You're just saying that because you think I'm not wanted thoroughly enough."

"James... you have the potential to be hung on a streetlight. I'll keep an eye out for a large, heavy-duty streetlight for you. What do you think of Lighthouse?"

"Hehe, I just wanted to test if you would do that. Now that you're a meme six, if you want to do it, very few people can stop you."

"It seems that Charlie restored your eyes while also sealing off the pollution. Do you know that patients with meme six are usually tormented by the pollution and suffer from auditory hallucinations every day? What I just said is enough to keep them restless and ready to act for quite some time."

"I find this boring."

Ria completely retracted the tentacles. He didn't feel anything unusual about his body. In fact, he felt refreshed and his mind was more agile when thinking about problems.

If he hasn't realized the problem by now, then all his efforts so far have been in vain.

Ivand may have done far more than Ria imagined. He transferred the pollution risks that Ria himself would have to bear to Swarth. These things were not a great risk to Swarth; rather, they could be used as nourishment and food for it. But it was a different story for Ria.

The mentor's selflessness moved Ria. He had never believed that anyone could do this for someone they had only known for a short time without expecting anything in return, but Ivand had done it.

This touched Ria deeply, so he decided to leave the detective agency to the students of a nearby university to prevent it from gathering dust and losing its vitality.

I believe these children will give it new life.

Of course, the money that should be collected still needs to be collected, but that's another matter. Although Lia and these students are already very familiar with each other, one can't give up money for the sake of feelings.

"So, I'm going to hire someone to be in charge, and I think you're a good fit."

“What, me?” James pointed to himself.

"You just need to keep an eye on things here when you have free time and supervise the students' studies. The only condition is that you don't eat them. If you agree to that, I can agree to deduct less from your salary."

"What nonsense! That's what I deserve!"

"Giving it to you is a favor, not giving it is my right, so will you agree?"

"..."

James looked down at Ria, who was poking at the fat layer of her belly with her cane. A piece of paper had been stuffed there and was about to fall out.

After some haggling by the young man, James finally agreed to his unreasonable request, while simultaneously expressing his contempt for the young man's behavior of not being willing to hire even a few people and insisting on finding cheap labor.

In response, Lia said: "Do you know how high the labor costs are in the city center? After thinking it over, you're still the most suitable. Seriously, James, you're very talented and have a bright future."

You used to own a library, which shows you're an intellectual, and you love sports, so you'll surely get along well with those kids. Human labor is nowhere near as prestigious as the title of a doctor; I believe the students will become more motivated and motivated under your supervision.

(End of this chapter)