They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 33 Someone Should Be Hanged on a Streetlight

"Then as you wish."

With all the eyes on Ria's body exposed, just as the investigators were about to throw the potion at him, Little Swarth suddenly burst out and expanded his size to defend against all the damage.

Its two-meter-long wings instantly knocked the group of investigators off their feet, and its feathers, which had been doused with the medicine, shrank and carbonized as if they had been soaked in concentrated sulfuric acid, but they quickly grew back.

Its gaze was fierce, and its feathers bristled like blades. The hard ground was easily cut and crushed like pudding. Seeing this, the investigators stopped pretending and directly pointed their guns at them.

"boom!"

A bullet was fired, and Little Swarth blocked it with its tough feathers. But it wasn't the main character today. It leaped backward and jumped to Ria's side to help him break the chains. Ria took the opportunity to take off his scarf.

He revealed the eye on the back of his neck, then backed away towards the investigators.

The mythical creature provided him with perfect defense, and also acted as his other pair of eyes: "I think there are still some misunderstandings between us, we can talk about it."

The moment the eyes behind them stared directly at the investigators, all their previous thoughts went blank.

At that moment, everything in the world seemed to turn into a black and white slow-motion speckled film, except for that one golden eye that emitted a vivid color, its pupil contracting and dilating, quietly watching them.

"Clap."

A drop of liquid fell to the ground, and someone reached up to touch their face, only to see a crimson stain.

It was blood. Just a glimpse of that eye caused their faces to bleed, and a dry, infuriating murmur echoed in their ears.

Even more terrifying, when someone turns to look at their companion, they suddenly point at the other person's face but can't make a sound.

Because the other person's face was covered in eyes, and the surface of their skin dried quickly and was full of cracks.

This reaction confirmed Ria's idea.

Why did Mrs. Ster see that there was no movement in her eyes at that time?

First, Ria did not harbor any hostility towards Mrs. Ster.

Secondly, Mrs. Ster's consciousness had long been shut down, making her unable to react to external objects. Under the control of the Dream Lamp, she became numb, and her original consciousness could neither see nor hear anything.

But the faith that is forcibly collected is different. Even if the other party is a stone, as long as they have life, they must pay interest on their faith to Ria.

“I thought you knew that some things can be seen and some things cannot. The eye on the back of my neck is different from the other eyes—it cannot look directly at anything.”

As she spoke, Ria turned around and walked to the sculptures of several investigators, who were filled with pupils. She took out a Schwarz from her pocket and placed it in the palm of one of the investigators who had raised his hand.

"Use this in exchange for your lives and freedom."

"call……"

A gust of wind blew by, scattering the stone sculptures and even the mysterious objects in their hands. The dust settled and quickly disappeared, turning into a gray mist that filled the surroundings. The Swarth that Ria had put down also vanished without a trace.

The transaction is established.

This surprised Ria somewhat.

"Where did they go?"

If he had known that the mysterious items would also disappear, he would have found a way to steal those things first before taking action.

"Perhaps it's another unknown dimension, teeming with all sorts of insane creatures. Heh, if you're lucky, you might have a chance to escape; if not, death is the best outcome."

James clapped to celebrate for Ria.

"Congratulations on completing the meme transformation. You managed to exchange one Schwarz for five lives and some mysterious items, and you succeeded. You're even more ruthless than the most ruthless person."

"Dear patient, as you can see, this is the best medicine that the doctor can provide for those who are disordered."

As Dr. Birdbeak praised it, Ria suddenly patted Schwarz's feathers, as if sensing something. Schwarz opened its beak and allowed Ria to take the identification tag from its throat. A dark gold-embossed number "9" slowly appeared in the upper right corner.

"What is this?" Ria kept looking at it.

"This is meme encoding, you can also call it meme nine. When this number reaches zero, the identity card will disappear, and all your wishes will come true."

"Hehe, although it might be a bit repetitive to say it again, I still have to say it - we will have many more opportunities to cooperate in the future."

Congratulations on passing the test of the disordered and becoming a truly qualified disordered individual, officially opening the "door" to the extraordinary world.

"[Black Market Merchant] Your Excellency."

Ria stood quietly with his cards in his hand, appearing very calm, but the calmer he was, the more James could sense the emotions he was suppressing.

Half a minute later, Ria regained his senses, tied the scarf back on, and placed the identification tag into Little Swarth's body.

"I need to process my emotions, so please try not to bother me for the next few days."

"Of course, no problem at all."

And so he left without looking back, making sure to help the stunned Mrs. Stir and Angela back before he left.

After doing all this, Ria went to a nearby tavern and ordered the cheapest beer. Without saying a word, she drank it down glass after glass, but because she was so clear-headed, she couldn't get drunk no matter what.

People already know he is a polluter, but because of the strong faith they had previously cultivated, they now subconsciously feel both love and hatred for Ria, and Ria doesn't care about that.

After drinking countless glasses of wine, he touched his empty pocket, pulled out a coin, and turned to look at the bartender.

"Do you know where there are underground casinos?" "Yes."

The waiter nodded.

So, Ria headed towards the underground casino.

The underground casinos were met with a bloodbath unlike anything they had ever seen in a century.

……

A few days later, the morning was not sunny. On the contrary, the fog was particularly thick, making visibility extremely low.

In an ordinary bakery, an elderly man with a full head of white hair opened the door and took out tray after tray of bread from the oven.

"Angena, come and lend a hand."

"it is good!"

Another cheerful and lively girl rushed over and put all the black bread into a basket at the door. There weren't many customers buying black bread today; perhaps people preferred to stay at home in this kind of weather.

If it weren't for the income, they wouldn't have continued setting up their stall today, because the fog was noticeably unusual. Compared to the usual white fog in the early morning, the gray fog had a pungent smell.

Mrs. Sterling said it was smoke from the surrounding factories, but Angela didn't believe that such a small chimney could have such power.

"Once I learn how to dismantle a factory, I'll tear it all down and turn it into a bakery."

"Haha, aren't you going to say it's about your younger brother studying?"

Mrs. Sterling took a broom and went upstairs to clean.

"Anyway, there's no one else here, so it doesn't matter."

Angela muttered something and continued arranging the black bread neatly. Getting up so early made her yawn involuntarily.

Strangely enough, the second floor of this house was inexplicably cleaned up, even though it was so dirty and messy before. Who could have cleaned it up secretly?

Moreover, her own room now contains many more books.

"I don't want to think about it anymore, I'm so sleepy."

She rubbed her eyes, preparing to rest her head on the table for a short nap.

However, at that moment, she suddenly stood up abruptly.

She saw a streak of orange-gold light appear in the distance, getting closer and closer. When the light was fully revealed before her eyes, Angela stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

The light came from a kerosene lamp, but that wasn't what surprised her the most; what shocked her the most was the person carrying the kerosene lamp.

The young man was dressed in impeccably black attire, meticulously groomed from shirt and vest to coat and even bow tie. He wore a top hat with a round brim, and his high, straight nose framed deep-set eyes. His light gray-blue eyes were as still and unfathomable as a deep pool.

A monocle perched on the young man's left eye added to his air of erudition and gentleness, while in his other hand he held a long, silver-handled cane with an eagle's beak.

This is the most typical gentlemanly and aristocratic attire, something that can only be seen in big cities in books, and should absolutely not appear in such a remote and desolate little place.

The young gentleman smiled gently, seemingly oblivious to what was happening, and rummaged through the black bread: "Good morning, beautiful lady. The black bread looks delicious. Could you pack the whole plate to go?"

"Ah...ah!?" Angela was stunned for a moment, but she reacted quickly and immediately took out a paper bag and did as she was told, stuffing it full as if she was afraid that the money tree in front of her would run away.

Afterwards, Angela politely clasped her hands together and bowed to the young man, saying, "Thank you for your patronage, sir! You are a very kind person."

"Good guy?"

Ria shook her head.

He placed the kerosene lamp on the table, took out a bag of money from his pocket and handed it to her, but Angela felt something was off about the feel of it. When she opened it, she found a thick, blank notebook inside.

Those notebooks were filled with mathematical formulas and answer explanations.

Angela froze, terrified and bewildered: "What is this? Did you leave something in here?"

"No, that is a gift for you."

Ria reached out as if to touch her head, but then withdrew her hand and gave a wry smile: "Knowledge should not be limited to one person. Everyone has the right to acquire wisdom. You don't need to be afraid of me, because there is a high probability that we will never see each other again."

After saying that, he picked up the lamp, leaned on his cane, hummed a strange little tune, and turned to leave, but was stopped by someone at that moment.

"Wait, sir, haven't we met somewhere before?"

No, never.

Without looking back, Ria continued walking deeper into the gray fog, her voice still echoing in the air.

"I am the most unscrupulous businessman. If you study hard, you will find that this kind of person is untrustworthy and will get their comeuppance sooner or later and be hung on a street lamp."

"Then you still haven't told me your name!"

“Ria Kercha”.

After he finished speaking, his figure faded further and further until it completely disappeared into the thick gray fog.

(End of this chapter)