They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 35 A Silver Coin Triggers a Tragedy

“That would be best.” Ria tapped her cane on the ground and slipped a silver coin to the other person, who was overjoyed after biting the coin.

He didn't care whether Ria was truly from the upper class or not; someone who could be so generous couldn't be fake.

Soon, the overjoyed factory owner hurriedly led Ria into the factory and invited her to visit the latest batch of machinery.

"Sir, as you can see, our workshop produces parts separately, and most of them are eventually shipped to Grani for assembly. Of course, some are assembled in-house. You can take a look over here."

After saying that, he led Ria to the assembly workshop, where a group of people were mechanically performing mechanical actions with blank expressions, picking up parts and placing them, more like machines than the most numb machines.

"What's going on? What happened to the manners I taught you? Smile, all of you!"

Those people shuddered, their facial muscles contorted, and they revealed ugly smiles.

"Tsk!"

The factory owner was clearly dissatisfied with these employees. He picked up a whip and was about to lash them when Ria raised her cane to stop him.

"Let's not worry about etiquette for now, let's talk about something else."

When I came here before, I saw that the smog was severe and the smell was extremely pungent. Could that be related to you?

The moment those words left his mouth, the factory owner's expression froze, and he put on a fawning mask again: "Isn't it because the demand for steel has increased recently, so the amount of coal used is several times more than usual? Sir, you live in high society, so it's understandable that you can't stand it, but we still have to develop."

"When steel is smelted, there will always be places that get polluted; when garbage is cleaned up, there will always be places to bury it. Don't you think that's wrong?"

Lia smiled slightly and placed the Dream Lamp on the table next to her: "You're absolutely right."

"Right, so it's perfectly reasonable for me to do all this. The existence of the factory can actually help those impoverished townspeople transform their lives, allowing them to abandon outdated agriculture and textiles... Wait, sir, aren't you getting a little too close?"

"can you?"

Lia slowly reached out a hand and grabbed his collar. Then, with a little force, she lifted the man off the ground, making him look at her eye level.

The factory owner felt his collar being gripped tightly, making it impossible for him to breathe. Soon, his face turned bright red because the air could not be exchanged properly in his lungs.

"I'm discussing pollution with you, and then I'm going to talk about the monthly income of these employees. You're bringing up all this nonsense and trying to change the subject, completely absolving yourself of any responsibility?"

You take pleasure in the misfortunes of others, you bunch of social parasites.

"...You...are fake?" The factory owner trembled all over. With great effort, he pulled a gun out of his pocket, pressed it against Lia's abdomen, and pulled the trigger. But after a muffled thud, nothing happened. All that remained was a smiling Lia and the bullet that "thudded" to the ground.

In the moment of crisis, Little Swarth extended a feather to shield its host from the attack. Although it knew that a single bullet would most likely not kill Ria, it still refused to let anyone harm its host.

Ria: "Your return is a bullet. One silver coin for one bullet. I hereby declare the deal invalid."

Because what I need to exchange isn't just a single bullet.
I want your entire factory.

After saying that, he led the factory owner to a deserted place. The workers didn't even blink; they had no interest in what was going to happen next and continued to do their work numbly.

However, due to the factory owner's request, they are now all grinning, revealing their standard eight teeth, and their smiles are extremely eerie.

Amidst the clanging of steel and the rumble of machinery, the piercing screams were quickly drowned out. For some reason, the smiles on the workers' faces grew even more fervent, and gradually, tears welled up in their eyes, dripping onto the unfinished steam engine.
Tears slid down the fuselage and onto the ground, splashing some dust and staining the ground black. When the factory owner was seen again, the gentleman in black had already disappeared into the gray fog, leaning on his cane and carrying a kerosene lamp. His behavior was impeccable, and his manners were impeccable, leaving no doubt that he was a true nobleman.

But the factory owner had completely changed; he was missing an arm, an eye, and half a leg, and crawled out from the dark corner.

Just when everyone thought he was about to start cursing, he started banging his forehead on the ground in the direction Ria had gone, muttering something incomprehensible.

"Praise to you!"

Praise you!
You are the real...the real God!

No one can imagine the torment this person has just endured.

The young man, like a demon, traded one of his own eyes for the other's, then used the other's eye to trade for his arm, and then his arm to trade for his leg.

It's hard to believe what would have happened if he hadn't finally passed out.

But this was only the beginning of the nightmare.

The young man forcibly woke him up and asked him a lot of questions that he had to say while still conscious. If he showed any signs of continuing to faint, the man would torture him even more.

Even more terrifying, the factory owner, Mardan, found himself completely unable to muster any killing intent. Many golden eyes appeared on the surface of that person's body, and under their gaze, Mardan felt like a pitiful worm being judged by the gods.

He deserved all the punishment he received.

In the end, he gave up everything, including his factory, and chose to believe in a "new god".

According to that person's instructions, he should become a model factory owner and stop withholding anyone's wages.

Yes, he also wants to procure filters for the factory and add a handicraft workshop...

Mardan was overjoyed at the thought of doing something to please the deity. He reached into his pocket, wanting to take out the silver coin he had received to praise the god, but found his pocket empty.

He then realized that the silver coins had been taken long ago.

"Hahaha, hahaha! A wise move, as expected of you—"

We should all praise you and sing your praises!
You are the embodiment of greatness, sublimity, and wealth!

At this moment, Ria was unaware of the immense impact he had on Mardan.

When he left the factory, it was already morning. The appearance of the sun gradually dispelled the thick smog, making the view clear again.

Ria gave the Dream Lamp to little Swarth, along with the silver coins she had stolen.

The silver coin was obtained with most of the money he won from the casino. It was just this one silver coin that the casino people fought tooth and nail for, determined not to let Lia leave unscathed.

Having no other choice, Ria beat them up, giving them a thorough lesson on the dangers of gambling and urging them to stay away from it.

(End of this chapter)