They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 302 Are we sure we want to do this?
"It seems I really don't have much of a talent for fishing."

After fishing up who knows how many worn-out boots, Ria threw them back into the sea in frustration.

This thing could only sell for a few Swarths, and it was already covered in moss, making it look quite disgusting... He couldn't just stuff everything into little Swarth's mouth.

Ria comforted herself.

So far, he has only caught two palm-sized sea fish, and all that's left is a pile of messy junk.

Fishermen can catch almost anything except fish.

Moreover, Lia's true intention was not in the wine, and his purpose in fishing was not merely to catch fish.

A moment later, the fishing rod suddenly bent, and Ria pulled the fish up. Seeing that the target did not struggle at all after leaving the water, the young man narrowed his eyes almost imperceptibly.

Good evening, Ria.

Hephaestus, who had previously disappeared in the water, was caught by Ria again. He was soaking wet, and his black cloak was torn, covering his tattered and swollen flesh from being soaked in seawater, making him look somewhat like a water ghost.

Now that this person has been fished out, he is still greeting Ria. The fishhook is hanging on the fabric of the cloak behind the clone, making it hard not to suspect that he hung it there himself.

"Fishing at sea so late, you certainly have a good time, Faceless."

"Unlike you, who hangs yourself on a fishing hook in the middle of the night."

"Didn't you come here specifically to see me?"

"you guessed right."

Ria did not deny it. The next second, he pulled out his gun and fired several shots at his follower. The clone screamed in agony, broke free of the hook, and fell back into the sea.

The instant he fell into the sea, countless golden eyes opened in the dark corners of the ocean floor. Those sea creatures, corrupted by faith, rushed towards Hephaestus, intending to devour him completely.

Hephaestus thought that Ria was really stubborn, going to such great lengths just to kill him, but at this moment he felt no fear, only excitement after encountering a thrill.

"It seems he has successfully made me hate him to the core. Hopefully, he can do the same for his main body."

“But my lord has no face… This is not yet the place for our battle. A good show is about to begin. Aren’t you looking forward to the arrival of the new paradise at all?”

The clone swam off in one direction, pursued closely by several extraordinary creatures, including a group of strange creatures that Little Swarth had previously pulled from the giant waves.

"His-"

The red-haired mermaid leaped out of the water, looking like a beautiful oil painting under the hazy moonlight. But the beauty was all an illusion. Soon, the mermaid revealed her true form, with a gaping maw at the back of her head, revealing ferocious and terrifying teeth.

It bit Hephaestus's leg, but Hephaestus stabbed it through the heart with his sword, instantly staining the seawater with blood. The mermaid's eyes became even more ferocious after seeing the blood.

It grabbed its prey's body and shook its head from side to side, tearing a piece of flesh from its leg.

A giant shark, smelling the blood, charged over from a distance. Hephaestus drew his sword and flung the mermaid aside, letting them fight each other.

"It's really difficult."

A dozen minutes later, he found an island, climbed up, and looked out at the sea—the sea was empty, as if nothing was chasing him at all, and everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

But the man's wounds clearly told him that this was not an illusion. Hephaestus sighed, somewhat out of breath, as if he were so weak that he would die at any moment, but in no time, his body was successfully restored, and his cloak was once again intact.

“Even in this state, they don’t intend to hunt me down personally, but instead send supernatural beings. Lia’s vigilance has indeed increased considerably these days.”

He looked at the ground of the island, where white candles had already been placed. These candles, of varying lengths, were arranged in a circle, exactly fifteen in total, with the skeletons of some extraordinary creatures placed in the center of the circle.

“I originally wanted to personally guide the extraordinary beings in this area to recreate the original landscape, but now that the Order Association has intervened, I don’t need these things anymore.”

The clone looked at the huge pile of things on the ground with some regret, and finally decided to leave them there, hoping for someone's reaction after seeing them.

……

Are we sure we want to do this?

On the fishing boat, Todwell put away the blueprints and became hesitant.

"This is an S-class dangerous mission. It involves the Old Ones. Even though that Old One deity has been dead for a long time, He is still a god."

"You're finally starting to hesitate? Admit it, we're doomed if we go there, just like those unlucky bunch before us—listen to me now, let's set sail immediately and eke out a living in some remote place, that's the best way for us to survive."

Saller mocked Todwell's cowering, while Fitzton's gaze remained unwavering.

"That long-dead god is the one mentioned in the Bible—the god of the storm, the ruler of the abyss, who was slain by the radiant sun. He is even hailed by believers as a symbol of fertility. If there are any disasters involving the ocean, they must be related to him."

Even if a god dies, the contamination of his remains will persist forever, and may even give rise to many unknown disasters.

To determine the source of the disaster, investigators need to enter His remains and, incidentally, do their best to bring back any of their companions who fell inside.

Whether they are alive or dead, the prosecutors believe these people must return to the association. Of course, if some investigators are unable to carry out a rescue after venturing into restricted areas, the Order Association will choose to abandon them and erect a monument in their honor.

Todwell: "Have you memorized the inscription of the Abyss?"

"Of course, although this may not seem to make much difference, we need to do more than just recite His prayers."

Fitzton closed his eyes and opened them again, pulling something wrapped in cloth from his pocket.

He painstakingly untied the cloth, revealing a silvery luster—a fragment of a mirror.

But unlike ordinary mirror shards, it can reflect the reflections of everything except people.

Seeing this, the other two investigators also pulled out shards of mirror from their pockets.

They pieced the fragments together, and the fragments automatically glued together to form a complete mirror.

At this moment, the mirror is like being in a vacuum, and can be placed in various places, even in mid-air. Apart from human intervention, it will not change its position.

"Let me do it."

Todwell jumped into the sea with the mirror in his hand, then pressed it against the surface of the water at the widest angle possible. After doing this, the two men on the boat pulled Todwell onto the boat.

"Now, we need a bomb."

(End of this chapter)