They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 305 The Joys of Life

"It called me an experiment, and my number just so happens to be 015. Furthermore, the guy's description of me wasn't made up; I don't know where he got the information from."

Aside from the cannibalism part, the rest fits the description quite well.

However, Lia was not so depraved as to be cannibalistic. Although capitalists who exaggerate their crimes are often insulted as "human-eating, cold-blooded monsters," the young man still felt that he was very wronged this time.

"The voice said they found me near the Basiluo Channel, which means I wasn't here when I first arrived. Perhaps some special circumstances caused me to lose consciousness."

Thinking about it carefully, I was originally with Schwarz, and I don't know how I ended up here.

The mythical creature would be anxious if it couldn't find him. Just thinking about that made Ria want to smash the whole house to pieces and feed it to Hephaestus's clone.

However, worry is one thing, but he is now in a completely unfamiliar environment, which may very well be the interior of the legendary Abyss.

Even for the sake of the deity she had always "admired," Ria would not act rashly.

If the local inhabitants all believe in the Abyss, then Narnia can take this opportunity to build good relations with them. After all, believers who share the same God are brothers and sisters, and it is only right that they help and love each other.

Outside the window, many small wooden boats sail on the water, shuttling between the high-rise buildings. The buildings are like bamboo shoots breaking through the soil, and the boats are like ants moving through the bamboo forest, small yet persistent, carrying passengers to their destinations.

The top floor of another high-rise building.

A secondhand vinyl record was placed on the gramophone by a hand, which then drew the curtains, plunging the room into darkness.

In this dimly lit environment, the deep sound of the record music created an eerie and somewhat unique atmosphere.

If two people are in such an environment together, they will inevitably create an almost ambiguous atmosphere with the old-fashioned music.

"Crack...knock..."

A dancer in black robes embraced a skeleton and danced. Under his guidance, the dead skeleton seemed to regain its life and danced the most beautiful steps, every movement so coordinated and elegant.

At this moment, the dancing skeleton does not resemble an inanimate object, but rather the most captivating goddess of beauty in the world.

Even so, this inanimate object still pales in comparison to the person opposite it.

Hephaestus hummed an ancient tune, dancing with the dead to the music, like a lich from a legend from a hundred years ago.

There was a sound coming from outside the door.

"Number 006, don't you get tired of dancing all the time?"

"For people who love music and art, dances and music are the best forms of entertainment, so how could they feel tired?"

"Take a break. You've broken countless human bones in the past few days. You should know that we don't have that many in stock."

"It's a pity that the skeletons aren't my dance partners anymore. Perhaps you, Observer, would be happy to be my dance partner."

"impossible!!!"

The sounds of the creatures outside suddenly grew louder, and even unconsciously trembled slightly.

It is obvious that it is very wary of, even afraid of, the people inside the door. When checking this personal information, just a name that is glimpsed by chance is enough to make most observers avoid it like the plague, for fear of getting involved with something unclean.

But this person still stayed. He stayed in the old-fashioned room, listening to the sound of gramophone records, waving his fingers, and occasionally humming along.

If the flute hadn't been destroyed by its own god, Hephaestus would have even wanted to play the flute to accompany the phonograph.

“Listen to me, this place is absolutely perfect. I would be content as long as I stay here, provided that you keep me from getting bored.” The voice outside the door trembled again: “We don’t have enough outsiders here, not enough complete human skeletons to go around.”

"That's your problem... Speaking of which, didn't a new batch of people arrive recently? I'd like to get some of those new ones."

Hephaestus offered advice, while the voice on the other side unusually became firm.

"No."

“Those people won’t do. They have more important roles to play. If they were dead, I could give them to you, but it’s absolutely impossible for me to kill them just because of your unreasonable demands.”

Even if you are… we can't indulge you indefinitely!

"Ah—you know I'm indulging you all."

Hephaestus deliberately drew out his voice, sensing the growing fear in the creature outside the door. Suddenly, he laughed, said nothing more, and continued to dance a duet with the skeleton to the rhythm of the music.

The dance began gently, but as it progressed, the steps became increasingly daring and frenzied. The intense rhythm, bordering on noise, caused the skeleton to fall apart, leaving only a skull held in Hephaestus's hands.

As its dance steps quickened, its upper and lower jaws rapidly disintegrated.

"Clap!"

The jaw of the skull fell to the ground, while the remaining bones in Hephaestus's hands suddenly made a "crackling" sound as they succumbed to the weight.

"Crack—"

It broke into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

Hephaestus stopped dancing and stood there, seemingly bewildered: "It's broken again."

"Hahahaha, it broke again!!!"

The man laughed so hard he could hardly breathe. In his excitement, he started smashing things around the room. He picked up a table, lifted it above his head, and smashed it against other furniture. Vases shattered, water splashed all over the floor, and colorful flowers were crushed by the heavy objects, oozing blood-like sap.

Absolute violence and music are mixed together, interspersed with maniacal laughter in a dimly lit environment, and the footsteps of villains are like drums treading on the edge of death.

In the end, nothing in the room was intact except for the phonograph and its records.

"The Chief Dean said... we will release you now and express our sincere apologies for mistakenly capturing you inside the abyss."

"Why are you apologizing?"

Heffers Gauthier sat amidst the chaos, still gently waving his fingers to the rhythm of the music, as if he were not a prisoner of experiments, but the conductor of a grand concert.

“I came to this place on my own initiative, and I never intended to leave from the beginning.”

"Then what exactly is your purpose?"

"For what? Of course, it's for the enjoyment of my life."

Hephaestus stepped down from the ruins, picked up a bone from the ground, and began to make a new bone flute.

"You don't need to do anything during this time, just let me stay here."

(End of this chapter)