They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 301 I Have a Real Conscience
Although they had no idea what great deeds the Lord of Trade had accomplished, and were even hearing His name for the first time, believers would naturally fabricate exaggerated stories about God that no one knew to praise Him, for fear that their own god was inferior to other gods.

"Praise trade."

"The prophecy will come true... At the moment our Lord appears, the earth will be covered with gold, and all people will put aside their strife and embrace harmony and fairness."

"It is said that He holds a scale in his left hand and a long sword in his right. Feathers are placed on a golden plate on one side of the scale. When the other side of the scale changes due to injustice, the sword of my lord will not hesitate to strike the one who defies justice."

"His sword is invincible; it is a holy sword forged from the most brilliant and purest gold in the world!"

"...Wait, who are you talking about!?"

As Ria listened to the group of people starting to ramble uncontrollably, she immediately tried to find a way to suppress their beliefs and bring them back to normal.

He felt that if he didn't suppress their faith, these people would start to claim that it was actually the Lord of Trade who slew the Radiant Sun into slumber and cleaved the entire continent into several continents.

"Faith is a terrifying thing... Listen, when you go back, never mention anything related to trade."

"As long as you silently recite His name during your daily transactions, He will surely protect all of you."

Ria warned the people and then told them to go back to where they belonged.

"But we have nowhere else to go."

Some people lowered their heads.

"Our house was destroyed by a natural disaster... Why should I continue to live? We have nothing left, where are we supposed to go?"

Many people became pessimistic, covering their faces and weeping, their hands smeared with tears and snot. At times like these, the best and worst of human nature are fully revealed.

Lia could have ignored them, but he felt it would be too cruel to simply abandon these believers.

He is a responsible person.

So he pointed out the right path for these people—

“You can go to the Church of the Rising Sun, tell them everything that happened to you, and apply for compensation. They have an accident insurance system... Of course, the premise is that you have all bought insurance.”

Given the high amount of taxes the public usually pays to the church, it's only fair that it should now fulfill some of its responsibilities in protecting the people.

In other words, he wanted these people who had betrayed the Rising Sun faith to continue going to the Rising Sun Church to freeload. If they were still kicked out, it would mean that the church clergy were embezzling taxes and not serving the vulnerable.

Next time, Ria will personally confront them to collect the debt.

Although in the end everyone still benefited from it, they still considered him an incredibly responsible and kind person, and would be grateful to him for a long time.

night.

The sea returned to calm, scattering fragmented white light under the crescent moon.

On this tranquil sea, a fishing boat bobs and sways on the surface, its destination unknown.

Inside the cabin of the fishing boat, several people dressed in fishermen's clothing were gathered together with serious expressions, examining a map. The map was a blueprint of a city, with various colored squares marked in the upper left corner to represent different buildings.

For example, blue represents residential buildings, white represents hospitals, black represents water bodies, and green represents roads. On this map, there are absolutely no normal roads.

Black is interspersed among the various buildings in the city, white has become the mainstream of architecture, and as for blue... it is as rare as a hospital in the city.

This also means that there are hospitals everywhere in this area; hospitals are normal buildings, but residential buildings have become hospitals.

There were no other types of buildings at all, and the area on the outskirts of the city was pitch black, which proved that it was an absolute forbidden zone completely surrounded by water.

"Does the sudden appearance of a massive tsunami in the Gotti Sea signify the imminent resurgence of the past?" one of the people asked after a moment of silence.

Todwell pointed to the pure black area at the edge of the map: "There are things our comrades have never explored in there. Maybe Neo, Rothschild, and the others are still alive in there."

"Are you serious, Todwell? Everyone says they're dead, and you're the only one still insisting they're alive... Get real, they're just cannon fodder at best."

Now! It's our turn to be the next batch!

Saller couldn't stand the atmosphere on the ship any longer. In his rage, he grabbed his companion by the collar, wishing he could throw him into the sea to feed the fish.

At this point, the easygoing Fitzton acted as a peacemaker, trying to calm his two colleagues down and prevent them from getting angry in such a confined space.

“We are exercising our authority on behalf of the Order Association. The prosecutor trusted us and sent us here to investigate the cause of the tsunami. If you start fighting, wouldn’t you be letting that person down?”

Do you also agree that we should become cannon fodder?

Saller swung his fist, intending to hit the guy as well, but Fitzton immediately tried to dodge his punches, his body bumping around in the narrow cabin.

"What we should do now is use the mysterious artifact to find the spatial rift here and enter that place, instead of fighting amongst ourselves here."

"Sall, go out for some fresh air, or you'll suffocate sooner or later."

"I'll throw you two into the water to feed the fish sooner or later."

With that, Saller angrily left the cabin and stood on the deck. Ever since he got the job as an investigator, he had been dissatisfied with everything, especially after learning that he could not quit the job, which made him even more irritable and easily angered.

How can someone who works for others with their life have a perfect mental state?

"Snapped!"

Beside the ship, a hand, pale from being soaked in seawater, suddenly slapped onto the deck. Saler immediately looked over there alertly, and then saw a face without features pitifully crawling up using the friction between the palm and the deck.

The creature was draped in tattered black cloth. Saler didn't know what it was, but he was in a bad mood, so he attacked almost without mercy.

Salle kicked the faceless monster off the ship.

"Wow!"

The monster fell into the water, creating a splash that was higher than the boat.

"Is it a supernatural being or something? Oh well, whatever. My resentment at work is no less than that of any supernatural being."

……

The sea area on the other side.

Lia sat leisurely in a small boat, holding a fishing rod, waiting for a fish to bite.

He took off his hat and placed it beside him, along with his cane, gloves, tie, and other accessories, while the young man draped his black coat over his body as a warm layer.

He leaned against the mast behind him, looking rather languid.

At this time, little Swarth was curled up in the hat, half asleep. Every time Ria caught a fish, he would give it to him.

It's like a small black hole, swallowing up whatever the host throws at it.

(End of this chapter)