They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 3 Pollutants

If I'm not mistaken, this is the landlord.

"house……"

Before Ria could speak, the old woman curled her lip and said, "What room? Call me Mrs. Ster. I knew what you'd done as soon as I heard the noise upstairs. What, you still haven't paid the rent today?"

"It will be available soon, just give me a few days."

“I’m sick of hearing that… You’re perfectly healthy, so why do you laze around all day instead of working? Do you think our town would waste taxpayers’ money to give you subsidies for someone who has never paid taxes?”

It seems the landlord didn't know that Ria was the polluter, which relieved Ria. Those who buried her must have been church people; she vaguely heard them talking about the sun. Could it be that the people here worship the sun?
In short, it's best to stay away from them when you see them, and wait until you have enough supplies before fleeing to another place.

Liya had already made her plans, but on the surface she showed a gentle smile: "I'm going to look for a job, after all, I can't be a burden to you all the time."

"It's rare that you have this kind of awareness," Mrs. Ster said sarcastically, but still stuffed a paper bag of bread into Ria's hand.

"I baked them myself, and it would be a waste to throw them away since I can't finish them all."

"Thank you, Aunt Ster!"

"cough……"

Mrs. Stir was a little unaccustomed to hearing her usually gloomy tenant talk so much and become so cheerful. She looked away at Ria's fruit knife, on guard: "What do you want with that knife?"

"I'm going to shave my head."

Ster: "Nonsense! Don't do anything outrageous. Suicide will send you to the deepest abyss."

"Also, don't go out. You should remember that you'll encounter demons if you go out at night."

After she finished speaking, she made a unique symbol on her heart and left.

There weren't many tenants in the house, and the old woman, who couldn't stand being alone, treated Ria like her own grandson since her children weren't around.

Although this grandson always damnably refuses to pay rent and keeps himself cooped up in his room all day doing who knows what, if Mrs. Ster hadn't seen him today, she would have thought he was dead and his stench had filled the house.

The rent wasn't expensive to begin with, and if someone dies, who would want to rent her place?

Ria did not deny this, but it was impossible for him not to go out at night. If he didn't go out now, he would easily get into trouble during the day. So Ria quickly ate a piece of bread, hid the fruit knife, and quietly went out after Mrs. Ster had almost returned to the house.

The darkness is the best way to hide.

As Ria arrived in the town at night, the crimson moon in the sky was intensely red, and if you paid close attention, the visibility of things in the air was getting lower and lower.

He didn't go far; he hid in a nearby alley and began experimenting with the cockroaches he found.

He shared the food with them, and the cockroaches ate it, but didn't react.

But when these little creatures faced the eyes in Ria's hand, they trembled and their antennae on their heads thrashed wildly, and at that moment Ria also felt her condition improve.

Very good, effective.

Moreover, the eyes on its body could indeed fulfill their function—as a "monster".

It was impossible that he couldn't go out at night, or that he would encounter danger. If he had to say, Ria himself was the greatest danger in the town. He silently thought to himself that these gifts and the bestowal of faith were essentially an exchange, and the golden eyes were merely forcibly carrying out that exchange.

If such enforcement works for everyone, then there's no need to worry about survival anymore.

Thinking of this, Ria was in a great mood. He prepared to look for other creatures, but unexpectedly a figure suddenly appeared behind him.

The figure was as black and sticky as oil, leaving a sticky mark wherever it went.

Today is a blood moon, and there will be an unprecedented number of heresies appearing.

It slowly approached Ria. In the eyes of this heretic, the lone Ria was nothing short of a feast. But when it got behind Ria and prepared to attack this unsuspecting strange human who only fed cockroaches, it froze, unable to move its body.

What is that?!?
It saw the eye on Ria's neck, an eye that exuded a chilling and deathly stillness in the darkness, as if it had a mind of its own and was locked onto it.

At this moment, Ria had not yet realized what had happened. When he turned around, he was startled to see a stone sculpture suddenly appear in the spot.

However, since he was used to feeding cockroaches, his first instinct was to give food to the "stone sculpture," which the "stone sculpture" accepted awkwardly.

Wait, it actually took it!
Lia suddenly felt an unprecedented power surging through her.

He couldn't help but close his eyes briefly, feeling the overwhelming power almost burning his blood vessels.

“Stone carvings can provide a lot of faith? I don’t know why, but I’ll still look for more of these things.”

After a moment's thought, Ria observed that the stone sculpture was no longer responding and immediately left without hesitation.

Staying any longer will only cause trouble.

Unbeknownst to him, shortly after he left, countless cracks appeared on the human-shaped stone sculpture. In an instant, the cracks slowly opened and closed, like countless eyes blinking or countless mouths opening and closing in chanting, emitting a unique but never pleasant sound.

"when!!!"

As the clock struck the hour, the sound spread from the top of the Baroque-style building of the Church of the Sun, enveloping the entire town of Wins.

The night is a playground for monsters, but that doesn't embolden them to approach the church.

God has enough faith to protect the splendor of His palace, but He disdains the entire town. He never opens His eyes to the poor lives, which leads to the proliferation of heretics in the town.

But this may not be a bad thing.

Ria relentlessly pursued the trail of those heretical monsters, discovering that they would not attack as long as they saw the eyes on his body. Therefore, Ria could easily collect the faith that God disdained in this region, right under God's nose.

Using the light of the red moon, he desperately collected faith to "cure" his illness, and those eyes disappeared one by one. In the end, only the one on his neck remained that could not be completely removed.

These eyes are quite special. When Ria cuts her skin, no blood flows out. Instead, the pupils crack open. After receiving the power of faith, the wound heals, and these eyes disappear.

During this time, Ria also tried to cut open those eyes with a fruit knife. At that moment, he felt excruciating pain. Cracks appeared on his pupils, and more eyes appeared in the cracks, stuck together like golden apple snail eggs, staring at him without blinking.

Ria was instantly horrified and immediately tried to heal her wounds, and had no intention of further injuring her pupils.

No wonder they call him "the pollutant".

(End of this chapter)