They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 350 What do you want to portray?
As he spoke, James dribbled the ball a few times, and the ball bounced off his hand and landed somewhere unknown.

Not long after, the sound of a ball hitting someone came from behind a building, followed by a scream from that direction.

"Who's the fool playing ball here?!"

James: "You see, sports can even promote social interaction."

"I have reason to believe that, with my strong leadership, Enderles basketball will reach a new level, and my reputation will resound throughout the international arena, making me a household name."

Ria remained silent, finding it difficult to comment on James's self-serving and unrealistic expectations.

Instead of hoping that the doctor will go to play ball games, he might as well enroll Swarth in an interest class and wait for him to become a world champion and win a string of gold medals.

"Goo?" Little Swarth was unaware that it was about to undergo an otherworldly education. Right now, it was still on Ria's shoulder, flapping its wings, carefree.

"Ahem." James coughed lightly.

"Kelcha, what memes would you like to play next?"

Seeing that the doctor had finally gotten to the point, Ria smiled and said, "That's why I called you here, but let's not talk about that for now. Mr. James, you've come all this way, you must be hungry."

Let's take a day off today. I'll take you out to eat—it's on me.

Why are you suddenly being so considerate?

Instead of feeling flattered by the black marketeer's kindness, James was filled with apprehension.

Before him now were patients, and black market merchants of Meme 5. As the Meme Encoding improved, these people would only become more and more greedy.

It's better to make James believe that the black marketeers will treat him to a meal than to make him believe that the glorious sun will rise from the west today.

"I just wanted to have dinner with my friends. Doctor, your abilities are so unfathomable, are you afraid that a weak patient like me will take advantage of you?"

"..." James looked at Ria and felt that he was definitely up to no good.

But he went anyway, because James was curious about what this particular patient wanted to do.

Ten minutes later.

James looked at the huge pile of food on the table and began to regret his earlier decision.

He discovered that when Ria said she was treating him to a meal, she was actually using his salary to buy him food, and she also unabashedly ordered everything on the menu for that pitch-black mythical creature.

"You really don't know how to be polite at all."

James stuffed the food in front of him into his mask and began to chew it. However, Ria said that this was all the wages that James had been withheld from him before.

By using his withheld wages to treat people to a meal, Lia had already done everything in his conscience.

"You need to rest after working too long. Consider today a holiday and start working again tomorrow."

James felt that what Lia said seemed to make some sense. Although the Health Commission did not allow it, the disorderly individuals were the superiors of the epidemic doctors, and their words could sometimes be used as a shield.

"It seems that compared to other black market dealers, you have learned how to make resources more sustainable."

Providing employees with benefits will make them more loyal, and that's exactly what Lia was thinking. James thought it was a good idea, and it would be best to have it every day.

The tavern in town was filled with a diverse mix of people, and the room where Lia and her companions were staying was a private room, separated from the outside only by a piece of cloth hanging on the door frame.

Ria was released only after all the dishes were served, and at that moment she was intently burying her head in large, steaming chunks of meat, enjoying her meal.

North Adeline has a thriving fishing industry, and grilled fish is a local specialty, but the quality of grilling other meats is also quite good.

A large piece of beef, bone and all, is marinated, coated with a special sauce, and grilled over charcoal. After a short while, it's sprinkled with seasonings supposedly imported from another country, and diners can decide how well-done it is according to their preference. When the food is served, a metal knife cuts through the charred skin with a soft "snap," and the juices of the meat overflow, releasing steaming hot air.

At this moment, if you pair it with a large glass of ale served in a wooden barrel-shaped goblet, people will absolutely experience what true bliss is.

"Aww!" Little Swarth quickly finished most of the food in front of him, then rubbed his mouth on the napkin that Ria had prepared for him.

A moment later, it suddenly noticed the wine in front of Ria and quietly climbed down from the table.

"Goo-hoo." Little Swarth looked up from under the table, his eyes fixed on the wine glass. Then he crouched down and crawled towards it. After flapping his wings twice, he leaped up and grabbed the edge of the table with his front paws.

The mythical creature tried to reach for the wine glass with one of its front paws, but just as its paw was about to touch the glass, Ria picked up the glass and drank the wine in one gulp. Then she put the glass down and looked down at the mythical creature.

Little Swarth: "..."

"Goo."

It stared with its golden, round eyes, made a "coo" sound, climbed onto Ria's lap, rolled over, and exposed its belly to hide its embarrassment.

Although from Ria's perspective it was so dark that it was almost impossible to tell the front from the back, he still patted Little Swarth's head twice.

"To be honest, I haven't decided what meme to perform next. Different choices will lead to different arrangements, and the performance methods will also be different."

James swallowed the meat in his mouth: "Just do what you think is right. Your acting ability is so strong that you can choose any meme without discrimination, and I believe you can act them all successfully."

"Kelcha, I've placed a huge bet on you, and I hope you won't let me down."

"Thank you so much, doctor."

Ria's hand had just been bitten off by Little Swarth, and he had reattached it, only to have it bitten off again.

So he turned the mythical creature's head around a few times, waiting for it to turn back on its own.

“From meme five onwards, the improvement of memes will only become more and more difficult. The memes being developed now are actually the simplest.”

"So, have you made up your mind?"

"Yes, doctor."

Ria noticed that Swarth had turned his head to stare at him, so he turned his head in the opposite direction a few more times.

“I plan to study dreams more deeply, after all, the words spoken near the Book of Revelation at that time made me pay attention to them.”

"Therefore, the meme I'm going to perform next is—"

【The Dream Collector】

Upon hearing this, James looked up and remained silent for a moment before chuckling.

“You have a good eye for choice, but Kelcha, the Dreamcatcher won’t do.”

I don't recommend dream hunters; I suggest you try creating other memes.

"why?"

"Dreams should not be explored too deeply or delved into excessively. Sometimes, people think that dreams are things that happen in parallel universes while they are sleeping. Whether this is true or not is another matter, but it is enough to prove the complexity of dreams."

"The role of dream hunters is somewhat similar to that of the supernatural creatures called dream tapirs. They can read memories by eating other people's dreams, thereby enriching their own supernatural abilities."

(End of this chapter)