They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 356 The Dream Given

"Well done. Although it was the first time you spoke to someone using telepathy, the result was quite successful."

Ria has a strong learning ability. After listening to other beings speak in his mind a few times, he learned the same method in a short time.

It must be said that this way of speaking is really interesting, so interesting that Ria used this method to talk to little Swarth for a long time.

Little Swarth had never seen his host talk so much before, although on the surface he didn't seem to be opening his mouth at all, just quietly reading a book.

This made Little Swarth a little worried that Ria might become even less talkative in the future, but its worries were unfounded. Ria wouldn't stop talking just because she had a new ability.

"The watermarks on these gold coins have been removed, but they can no longer be used, otherwise they would be counterfeit. From this point of view, Enderles' currency anti-counterfeiting measures are quite good. I wonder what they have been through in the past."

But gold will always be a universal currency, and even an idiot understands its value.

These items can no longer circulate as ordinary currency, but they can be saved up for unforeseen circumstances.

Lia picked up a gold coin and held it up to the light. She remembered how not long ago they had been happy for most of the day because of a gold coin they had finally obtained, but now she realized that it was actually very easy to get.

If he so desired, those believers would become his source of funds, and he would acquire a considerable fortune. It would be difficult for any normal black marketeer to resist such a temptation.

"This has really given me a tough problem."

He put the gold coin back into the mythical creature's tentacles, made no further moves, put down the book, covered himself with the blanket again, and closed his eyes to sleep.

It's obvious that Ria wouldn't do that; he's a shady businessman, not an idiot.

If the assets of believers are considered real estate, then it is best for these assets to remain in the position of real estate forever. Hephaestus wanted to take this opportunity to weaken his humanity; his thinking was so straightforward that it was almost written on his face.

Lia isn't actually short of money right now; James's withheld salary is more than enough to cover his food and clothing needs.

So right now, nothing is more important than sleeping.

Goodnight, Schwarz. Try not to wake me unless it's absolutely necessary.

"Goo."

Little Swarth hugged the hot water bottle and watched Ria fall asleep. Then he flew to the window, perched on the hot water bottle, and watched the moon for half the night.

The next day, Ria opened her eyes in the sunlight.

He had a rare night without any dreams and slept soundly. When he woke up, he felt refreshed.

The mythical creature watched him from the window, then flew back into his body. After dressing and washing up, Ria stored his current mental state in the mysterious pocket watch and checked the time, finding that the hour hand was pointing to "IX".

That is to say, he slept until nine o'clock in the morning.

"I've been so tired lately."

With a sigh, Ria snapped the cap of her pocket watch shut and put it in her coat pocket. She then wiped her glasses, straightened them, put on her gloves, pulled her hat over her head, picked up her cane, and left the hotel.

He was going to find the first person on the author's fan list.

The fan that Ria recorded was exactly on the route map from North Adeline to Cranbea, with a deviation of no more than ten miles. This allowed Ria to travel along the way while searching for the person, greatly improving efficiency.

However, plans are beautiful, but they never keep up with changes.

As Ria was about to reach the border of her town, she encountered a person by the roadside dressed in gray-black linen with a crystal ball in front of him.

"Do you believe in fate?"

As Ria passed by him, the man inexplicably uttered this sentence.

Lia was slightly taken aback.

The next second, he turned around and sat down in front of the man.

The man was quite taken aback, seemingly not expecting Lia to react this way.

Logically speaking, wouldn't a normal person just curse "liar" and then show off their skills to make those who don't believe anything admire them so much that they prostrate themselves in awe?

The person in front of him simply stood there for a moment, then asked, "Do you believe in science?"

"boom!"

"Are you here to cause trouble?!"

The man angrily slammed his fist on the table, nearly knocking the crystal ball off and shattering it. Startled, he quickly got up, picked up the crystal ball, and then looked closely at the newcomer. The more he looked, the more familiar the man seemed.

He recognized it so much that he leaned closer to take a closer look.

"Lia! How come it's you!?"

"Long time no see, Steyr."

Ria smiled and greeted her old friend.

The person in front of me is Steyr, whom I met in Grani Town. Back then, Steyr was a meme Nine prophet playing the role of an idiot. I wonder how well he's doing now.

"I never expected to see you here. This must be fate. I knew my prediction was pretty accurate."

"So, shall we make a prophecy now?"

"No... I'd rather not."

Lia quickly refused.

"I'm a meme level 7 now, even the plague doctor Gro praised me as a genius. So how are you doing now? Do you need me to protect you?"

"Everyone else has meme five, look at the state you're turning into every day."

A tall, dark figure appeared beside Steyr; it was Gro.

Upon seeing Ria, he simply bowed his head in greeting, while Steyr was completely dumbfounded.

"Meme Five!? It hasn't been that long, how come you're already Meme Five— "

Say no more, brother. I'm counting on you to make it big in the future.

Steyr patted Ria on the shoulder with genuine affection, and Ria gave him her assurance.

"Don't worry, if you have any problems in the future, just call my name, and Schwarz will hear you."

By the way, did you successfully perform your idiot meme act?

"Don't even mention it, it makes me angry. Come on, sit down, I'll tell you slowly."

Steyr turned to Gro: "We need to talk. Can you step aside?"

Gro: "..."

Grotah transformed into black mist and departed.

Then, Steyr spoke candidly about his failure to portray an idiot.

"Perhaps God thought I was too smart, not like an idiot at all. Anyway, I played for a long time but no new meme appeared on the cards."

In a fit of anger, I quit acting and went on to play the crow. I quickly succeeded. Then I played the magician, and now I'm trying to play the lucky guy.

"I'm usually so unlucky that I need a lucky meme to balance things out, but I'm quite lucky today. I ran into an old friend not long after I set up my stall."

"Judging from your expression, are you planning to leave here and go somewhere else?"

Ria: "I plan to go to Cranbea to do some small business and look up some information while I'm there."

"What do you want to find out? Maybe my prophet meme can help you."

"This kind of thing is probably not something that ordinary prophets can find out."

Ria shook her head and casually mentioned some of the calamity to Steyr, who frowned upon hearing it. "I should have known that the Radiant Sun was no good, yet so many people still believe in Him... Don't worry, I'll tell you as soon as I find out about the Plague Knights."

So why did you just ask me if I believe in science? You're a disorderly person, why would you believe in this?

"The extraordinary and science both exist in this world, whether we believe them or not is up to us."

To reach the Dreamland, one must abandon science and think more unconventionally. This might mean that Ria has to destroy part of her brain to make herself lose her memory, but this is not a long-term solution.

He doesn't want to rack his brains every day if he can.

"Is there any way for me to enter the Dream Realm, and what kind of world is it?"

"..." Steyr frowned. He didn't know the answer to this question either. He had never even heard of the existence of the Dream Realm before.

However, he had a deep premonition, a prophetic intuition.

Steyr spoke almost immediately.

"You will meet the person you most want to see right now there."

"The person I most want to see... is it the Plague Knight?"

"Perhaps, wait, why are you so hung up on the Plague Knight?"

"Of course we should kill him. Now that we know where he might be, things will be much easier."

A hint of excitement shone in Lia's eyes. Knowing that he would encounter something good in the Dreamland, he couldn't wait to find it.

Steyr and Ria were not going the same way, and he had to go to other places later, so he parted ways with Ria here.

Watching Ria's departing figure, Steyr glanced at the crystal ball on the table one last time.

Inside the crystal ball, he saw mountains, hordes of corpses, and a figure riding a white skeletal horse wandering among the corpses, carrying a severed head in his hand.

"This prophecy..."

Stell immediately sensed something was wrong, something was wrong in every sense of the word. He wanted to catch up with Ria or tell someone he knew about it, but Gro stood next to Stell, pressing down on his shoulder to prevent him from getting up, his voice hoarse.

“What is destined to happen will happen. He does not know the contents of the prophecy now, but once he does, the course of his fate will be completely fixed.”

"But does the prophecy not coming true just because we don't know its contents? Knowing that's practically—"

It's absolutely insane and utterly absurd.

……

"Dreams are a derivative of reality, a manifestation of the subconscious self."

"But there is another saying that dreams are actually our souls in another time and space."

So, which possibility do you believe?

"I believe in the second one, and I'm also prepared to stay in the beautiful dream world forever, spending my life with the monsters."

In the empty room with only one chair, the old woman stood with her arms crossed and her somewhat withered eyes open. The person in front of her held a hypnotic pocket watch and kept shaking it, speaking in a slow and persuasive voice.

"Now you're on your way into the dream world. What do you see?"

"Stones, lots of stones."

In a vision, many strangely shaped stones appeared.

Do you need those stones?

"No need, sir."

"Then keep going forward. There is a cliff ahead. That's right, you are standing on a cliff with no end in sight, only emptiness and darkness below. Now, you are getting closer and closer to the edge of that cliff."

"I am already standing at the edge of the cliff."

The old woman's eyes were vacant, and her expression revealed fear. Suddenly, she began to struggle: "I'm going to fall! I can't go any further!"

"Keep going forward, just jump down!"

"Below lies boundless wealth, and everything you could ever desire!"

"No, I can't jump, I'll die!"

"Jump down!"

The man standing in front of the old woman suddenly went behind her and pushed her.

"boom!"

The old woman fell from the chair to the ground; the sound was not loud, and the injury was not serious.

But when the man knelt down again to check on the old woman, he found that she was already dead.

The poor old woman stared wide-eyed, her eyes bloodshot, and even suffered a ruptured blood vessel due to excessive panic.

She did not die from the fall, but from excessive fright.

He was so terrified by the unknown monster lurking in the darkness below the cliff that he died on the spot.

No one sympathized with her; the man just felt a little sorry for her.

"Failed again. Maybe what's recorded in the book is completely false. No one can successfully reach the Dreamland... Those who claim to have reached the Dreamland are just making things up."

"Perhaps they are confusing ordinary dreams with fantasy dreams to deceive us."

So many days have passed, and I've almost attracted supernatural beings, yet I haven't found anyone who can go to the Dreamland, let alone a way to get there—”

He angrily kicked the woman in the head, but nearly tripped over it.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and shortly after, another person pushed the door open and entered.

"Jobia, haven't you given up on your naive idea yet?"

“How could I possibly give up? The Dreamland is real, and it’s not just a dream. Someone made a fortune after smuggling a huge piece of priceless ore from there. Don’t you want to go there?”

"As long as we can find a way to enter that place in our dreams... we can achieve any wish."

"We no longer have to live as inferiors and endure the ugly faces of those disgusting nobles and capitalists."

As Jobia spoke, he inexplicably became angry again.

His companion glanced at the dead body on the ground and stammered, "Perhaps we can use some extraordinary power."

"Oh?"

“I have secretly witnessed some people using abilities that we can’t use at all. Their power is far beyond our imagination. If we ask them for help, we might be able to get some clues.”

"And those groups that can solve our problems are called the Dream Collectors."

Jobia finally looked at his companion: "How do you know all this?"

"I……"

His companion seemed to want to say something, but was suddenly pushed to the ground. Not long after, a person dressed in white walked out from behind the wall.

"He admitted he was spying, did you think we wouldn't find out? With our methods, of course we'd follow you here and see what you're up to."

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