They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 355 There is no such thing as a losing business.

These gold coins all bear special markings, and if he tries to spend them, he will be caught in a very short time and handed over to the court.

Therefore, the best way is to offer them to the legendary gods. Once the gods accept the offerings, they will kill the person who wronged him, and he will be free.

He learned of the Lord of Trade by chance, but knew nothing else about him.

He knew nothing about who this god was, what church he belonged to, how many followers he had, or what his symbols were. At an unknown time, this god suddenly appeared in his mind out of nowhere.

He wasn't the only one who noticed these things, but every time he tried to communicate with non-believers, he couldn't bring himself to say it; the name was like a taboo among them.

No one can say for sure what kind of being Trade is. Everyone who believes in it has a different image of Trade in their mind, but most people think that it must be a generous, benevolent, just, kind, selfless and noble god.

Therefore, Dante decided to take a gamble, placing his hope for survival on the great being, since the gods were omnipotent, they could surely save him from his suffering.

So he searched everywhere for a way to offer sacrifices to the trade, but He never responded. On the last call, another responded.

He claimed to be a messenger sent by God, an angel under His command, and His retinue, and that his purpose in coming was to bestow prayers upon believers who were seeking but not receiving them.

“As long as you call upon Him sincerely, He will surely answer you, for our Lord is so great and merciful.”

"God loves the world, and He will surely love you too."

"really?"

With a desperate determination and the thought of seeing the holy image of the Lord of Trade, Dante offered his sacrifice to Him.

And so, he succeeded.

As the prayer ended, the light of the sacrificial altar shone brightly, and at that moment, Dante's eyes seemed to shine for the first time.

"Your Excellency, look, I succeeded! I—"

The boy turned around and found that the messenger beside him had been pierced by a very black spike.

The messenger is dead.

The sacrificial array erupted with an extremely unsettling golden light. Its center and edges were covered with eye-like patterns, and the pupils on the patterns even stared at him for a moment.

"Guji... Guji..."

Tentacles crawled out of the sacrificial array, making a sticky sound as they rubbed against the ground. Their surfaces were covered with many constantly rotating eyeballs, each reflecting Dante's trembling and terrified figure.

Immediately afterwards, countless tentacles crawled out and mercilessly crushed the person who claimed to be the messenger to pieces.

With a few "splashes," blood splattered all over the ground, but was quickly corroded by the strong acid. Dante didn't even have a chance to see the crimson before.

"This...this is the Lord of Trade?"

Dante's voice trembled, and his legs went weak uncontrollably. He quickly collapsed to the ground, wanting to scratch his face and scream.

No, this is wrong, it shouldn't be like this.

God should be high above, radiant with light, and forever watching over all beings with equality and benevolence.

Those tentacles... they weren't gods at all, they were monsters! They were even a million times more terrifying!

This is not a god.

"I have to run, I have to get out of here."

Dante thought to himself, but now he was unable to move. A tentacle reached out in front of him, and Dante couldn't help but open his eyes, just in time to meet the gaze of a human-sized eyeball above him.

Don't be afraid, child.

A voice entered his mind, as if someone was speaking directly into his head.

"Who! Who are you?!"

As you can see, you wanted to see me, so I have come.

I can grant you any wish, but what will you offer in return, and how can I be sure of your sincerity?

"You are the master of trade—"

“I… I have money. That messenger just said that money can buy anything with you.” Dante stammered as he picked up the gold coins, but his tentacles remained motionless.

"What, what's wrong?"

“These are gold coins! One gold coin can be exchanged for one hundred silver coins, ten thousand le, or one million swarths! You should know their value better than I do, so why won’t you accept them? You’re already here, aren’t you!?”

The tentacles remained motionless.

Your price wasn't enough.

"I can steal! The person who taught me how to steal has lots of gold coins!"

No amount is ever enough.

Because these things are not yours.

To trade with me, everything used must belong to you.

"It all belongs to me..."

With red eyes, Dante pulled a few dirty Schwarzschild coins from his pocket: "These are all I have."

God doesn't care about gold, so naturally He doesn't care about these dirty coins either.

Dante had given up all hope, but the next second, a smaller tentacle snatched away the swails.

[Transaction Completed]

"But—" The boy suddenly looked up and saw only darkness in front of him, with golden light shimmering within it.

As you said, God loves the world, but God's image should not be defined.

As you requested, I will grant your wish; therefore, this transaction is concluded.

May you come to understand what true trade is from now on, my believer.

After the sounds subsided, the tentacles gradually retracted into the sacrificial array, and the space became quiet again, as if nothing had happened.

That day, a criminal gang in the town suddenly started fighting amongst themselves, and their commotion quickly attracted the attention of the police, who arrested them.

They then discovered that the case involved child trafficking, forcing children to steal, and breaking children's limbs to force them to beg.

Those people are repeat offenders and they are not afraid of the local police station.

But just when they thought they could finally smooth things over and be released, an eye suddenly appeared in their minds.

They couldn't withstand the pollution and mutated on the spot.

These people then attracted the attention of the Order Association, whose members shot them dead on the spot and took their bodies away to be burned.

Many of the arrested children returned home, and people expressed their gratitude for God's blessing.

Dante witnessed his town undergo a complete upheaval in less than an hour, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.

"Perhaps I was wrong. God is undefinable, inconceivable, and unthinkable, but He truly is omnipotent."

"The Lord of Trade is a just, merciful, and selfless God, and we should all follow in His footsteps to the death."

"Praise trade."

“I will always remember your divine will.”

He whispered something, walked among the children running by, and disappeared at the end of the road.

Inside the hotel.

Ria slowly opened her eyes and met the gaze of the little Swarth that had reappeared. It opened its mouth and suddenly spat out a lot of gold coins that had been melted and refurbished by the flames.

These were the riches accumulated by those criminals. Ria thought that to catch a big fish, she simply raided their stronghold and took some real offerings with her.

After all, black market dealers never do business at a loss.

(End of this chapter)