They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 310 The Scent of Plague
Its childhood was unfortunate and tragic.

Emigana is actually very concerned about what others say about her appearance, but no one ever cares about her feelings.

Now, suddenly being helped, this creature felt the warmth of the world for the first time. Tears welled up in its eyes. Deep-diving creatures don't cry, but it is also a human being, and humans can cry too.

"You're so kind... but if you attack them, they'll kill you."

"Don't worry, if they want to go against the mayor's wishes and kill me, they're welcome to try."

Ria glanced at the deep-sea creatures, watching them resentfully yet hesitantly approach, anxiously opening and closing their gills in the water. She couldn't help but chuckle, then led Emigana into the hospital.

At that moment, it was as if he were the master of the hospital, and the creatures behind him were merely servants.

"Wait, why would I think that?"

Emigana shook his head, and before entering the hospital, he hesitated and glanced back. Sure enough, he saw the beast-like eyes of his fellow humans.

The group of deep-sea divers stared coldly at it, then most of them submerged, with only a few swimming toward the hospital.

Those were the doctors here, including Emigana's teacher. They were dissatisfied, but they still had to work.

When Ria and Emigana arrived at a ward, a Deep One pushed open the door and walked in. It looked somewhat like a catfish, with whiskers that reached its feet. One couldn't help but worry that it might step on its own whiskers as it walked.

"Emirgana".

The deep diver spoke.

“Professor Seth, I’ve brought patient number 015 to see the doctor.”

Upon meeting his teacher, Erigana honestly stated his purpose for the visit. Upon hearing this, Seth turned his gaze to Ria and stared at him for a long time.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He doesn't eat."

"What about doxxing?"

"He doesn't eat either; Number 015 has no interest in any food."

After listening to his student's description, Seth did not immediately offer a solution. Instead, he asked Ria to sit down and wait. Then, he led Emigana out of the room.

Ria looked down at the handle of her cane, but was actually watching the movements outside the door.

"You really dare to release the experimental subjects? Aren't you worried about..."

He is not in danger.

"No danger? He just beat up the nephew of your distant cousin's neighbor's relative. Whose side are you on?"

Emigana's eyes widened: "Where does this blood relation even belong? I've hardly ever seen it before."

"Anyway, I won't stand on the side of the Deep Ones who bullied me."

The two seemed to argue for a moment, then fell silent. Seth sighed, "After all, you still have human genes. If your father hadn't been the guardian of Dagon, those Deep Ones would have swum over and torn you all to pieces."

"But strangely enough, what did Dagon mean by his last words?"

Seth paced outside the door, his webbed feet making a crisp sound as they slapped the ground.

"It said it had a crush on Number 015 and forbade us from attacking him."

Emigana was very pleased: "Dagon is indeed Dagon, so wise. Now, teacher, can you treat number 015?"

"...Fine, that's fine, but you need to be mentally prepared. The illness that Number 015 has is not as simple as you think."

"What do you mean?" Emigana suddenly had a bad feeling.

"He carries the scent of a Plague Knight."...

Deep in the Black Sea.

The buildings on the sea will be rooted in the foundation stones on the seabed, and on these foundation stones will stand a rather grand underwater city.

They have been submerged by the ocean for a long time, and can no longer be called cities. They can only be called ruins now. Seaweed and silt partially cover their true appearance, and strange-looking fish live in them.

Besides fish, deep-sea divers also use this place as a habitat. They move among the ruins, their eyes faintly glowing with an eerie green light in the darkness. This light attracts fish, and then they can take the opportunity to open their mouths wide and catch the fish.

At this very moment, a creature far larger than any of the deep-sea divers is curled up at the bottom of the water.

It has a fish head and a human body, with human-like arms on its upper body and a slimy, giant tail on its lower body, resembling that of a sea serpent.

The tail has no scales, which means it must be submerged in seawater for a long time.

This was Dagon, surrounded by many Deep Ones armed with long-handled weapons on guard. Dagon simply yawned lazily, gazing at a tiny black sphere on its tail.

Not long ago.

Little Swarth ran out to sea to find a host. He searched crevices in rocks, corners of buildings, and under floors, but found no trace of Ria.

Because of the shielding effect of the iron ring, it could not sense Ria's presence here, so it could only search little by little to the best of its ability. Although the efficiency was very poor, Little Swarth firmly believed that the host was here and that it would eventually find the host.

As it searched, it came to the sea. The vast ocean had nowhere to land. Just as it was considering whether to enter the seabed, a creature as large as an island emerged from the water and stared at it.

The creature was so enormous that Little Swarth was not even as wide as its eye in front of it.

Just as little Swarth was contemplating whether to fight the big guy, the creature made strange sounds to communicate with him.

What are you looking for, child?

"Goo."

[Lia Kercha? Is that your relative?]

"Cuckoo!"

Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. I just haven't seen a mythical creature in a long time, and I didn't expect to meet one here... You can call me Dagon.

Upon hearing the other party say that it was not a bad person, Little Swarth hesitated and flew to its head, because its subconscious told it that this creature was indeed not a bad guy.

It is very old, and its bodily functions are deteriorating day by day.

Sometimes, not dying doesn't mean that your body will always remain in a youthful state.

"Aww." Little Swarth turned its head, hoping it would lead it to Ria.

Dagon shook his head, saying that now was not the time.

That person has his own plans. He hopes you won't contact him for the time being. Logically speaking, most of your original body is in that human's body, so why are you in such a hurry?

Little Swarth thought Dagon wouldn't understand. Even though most of its main body was in Ria, its consciousness was independent. It always believed that it was unique, and even the consciousness of its clones could not be its own.

However, since the host has asked it not to look for him for the time being, it can tolerate it.

Little Swarth opened his mouth and took a deep breath, swelling himself into a puffy ball, his flesh taut and his feathers standing on end.

Tolerate--

As it tried to endure it, it started thinking about Ria again, crawling on Dagon's body in a dark, tentacle-like manner, twisting and turning everywhere.

To ease the little mythical creature's mood, Dagon agreed to let it see its host.

(End of this chapter)