They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 280 Schwarz's Hunting Game
Upon hearing Ria's command, the mythical creature spread its enormous wings, beneath which countless golden specks of light flickered.

If someone else witnessed this scene, they might be so frightened that they would wet themselves on the spot and be unable to take a single step.

But Ria felt alright; he had seen far too many unsightly creatures, and Swarth's appearance was far superior to theirs.

At least it doesn't look disgusting, and from some people's aesthetic point of view, the pitch-black mythical creature can even be considered handsome.

It may not understand human speech, but it can comprehend every command Ria gives. When it is idle and listens to its host talking, it is also learning to understand its host's language.

"You can play a little longer. You have all night to yourself in the ocean. If anyone finds you, just leave them on the island and I'll deal with them when I have time."

As he spoke, Ria found a group of rocks and leaned against one of them. He placed his cane and top hat aside, closed his eyes, and prepared to rest.

"Wow--"

Schwarz flapped its giant wings and took off.

It flew in circles in the air a few times, then looked down at Ria from above, staring at her for a long time before reluctantly leaving.

"call out--"

Schwarz plunged into the sea from a height of several hundred meters, like a giant arrow. He barely made a splash upon entering the water, and the sound was barely audible.

But once it entered the ocean, it became like a wolf that had entered a flock of sheep, searching everywhere for extraordinary creatures to hunt. For those extraordinary creatures, Shwael was their nightmare for the night, the executioner of the ocean.

Most of them didn't get a clear look at the mythical creatures; they only saw a flash of golden light before their eyes. When they came to their senses, their bodies had already been torn into pieces or swallowed directly into the giant's mouth.

That night, the supernatural creatures on the shores of Gotti were either killed or maimed. The surviving supernatural creatures moved away overnight, and some fish supernatural creatures even desperately climbed ashore, almost evolving into amphibians.

But the next second, a mythical creature emerged from behind it, bit it in one bite, and swallowed it whole like a bird swallowing a fish.

"Woo—" Schwarz licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue, then raised his front paws and licked them, before turning his head to look in Ria's direction.

Its pupils are needle-shaped, and a white film quickly covers them and then fades away, cleaning up the seawater above.

Schwarz felt that he had collected almost everything, and no one had discovered his whereabouts tonight. So, the next second, he immediately left the sea, flew to the vicinity of Ria, and ran to a tree to sharpen his claws.

After a few loud cracking sounds, the tree fell down, and the mythical creature returned to its host's side, circled him once, and lay down, its head and tail now connected.

The next day.

When Ria woke up, she found that Little Swarth had returned to its original form. It was squinting, its neck tucked in, and its feathers were fluffy, rising and falling with its breath.

Seeing this, Ria couldn't help but reach out her cane and poke it. Little Swarth's eyes widened and it made a "coo" sound.

It doesn't need to sleep much under normal circumstances, but since spending a lot of time with Ria, it has gotten used to closing its eyes to rest at night.

Now, it woke up suddenly and wasn't angry. Instead, it happily showed its host the spoils of last night.

Part of the extraordinary creature's bones were turned into powder and placed into containers. To say it was turned into powder was a bit of a stretch; it actually used its tentacles to forcefully crush the bones into powder from a distance, then filled several containers with it. Ria silently looked at the pile of bone powder arranged in a row of containers before her, thinking it looked remarkably like the ashes of certain people.

Of course, this statement is not entirely wrong in a certain sense.

While it was still early, they added more ingredients to the ashes, such as pearl powder, oil, and the juice of certain plants.

Once it was finished, Ria looked at them with great satisfaction, as if she could see countless coins beckoning to her.

"These things can treat skin diseases, but they cannot be taken orally, as they are highly toxic."

"Believe me, those witches can't resist them."

As he spoke, Ria started a fire with wood he had gathered from the ground using his tentacles, and grilled a few fish for breakfast. Then he headed to the most famous bar in the area, intending to earn some extra money by using his bartending skills.

Before the tea party began, Lia had no free time at all.

He stayed in the tavern mixing drinks, chatting with customers and gathering information. When he had nothing to do, he would read books and learn the knowledge he needed, since he had been invited by the witches as a "scholar" or "professor".

Although this was just a pretense, it would be inappropriate for him to actually act like he knew nothing, as Ria would feel that it didn't reflect well on her.

When she's not reading, Ria starts thinking about how to better play the role of a werewolf.

The mentor once said that Hephaestus's clones all carry werewolf memes. Whether it's the main meme or the sub-meme can be put aside for now, but the werewolf's ability is transformation. With this ability, one can transform into almost anything.

Perhaps a more powerful werewolf could transform into an inanimate object, or even some unimaginable being, possessing some of their abilities. If she were to play a werewolf, Ria believed she would have to study the things she wanted to transform into.

He needs to pre-select something to imitate, and this thing cannot be too macroscopic. For example, the meme he played before cannot be considered "a thing".

"I want to focus on playing one thing, try not to change it midway, and this thing must exist in reality."

"Just in case, let's start with people, but who should we choose... Is there someone I know very well, and who is also familiar with their abilities?"

Lia held a brass pen in her hand, carefully selecting her role models from the notes she had written in her notebook.

Gradually, something suddenly flashed through his mind, and the nib of the brass pen took advantage of his daze to leave a large blot of ink on the page.

But Ria paid no attention to the half-dry ink. He snapped the notebook shut, packed up all his belongings, and then went to find the tavern manager.

The person in charge was a beer-bellied man wearing a cowboy hat, with a full beard and a thick cigarette dangling from his mouth. When he saw Ria coming to find him, he sat up straight in his rocking chair and stopped the record on the table.

"You've come to see me because you must be having some difficulties at work, Kelcha."

Ria was very serious and responsible in his work, which impressed the person in charge. Moreover, in the few days that this young man was in the tavern, the number of customers in the tavern increased several times, and there were even queues that stretched across the street.

(End of this chapter)