They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 357 New Flavor!
"Ah, let me introduce myself. My name is Kensida Pocherda, and I am a member of the nearby Nightmare Church. We should thank our Lord, who loves to weave dreams, for allowing us to meet here."

It was He who guided me to find you and to help you resolve your questions about dreams.

"Now we should sincerely praise the ruler of dreams—the Bridge of Nightmares, who can also be called the Lady of Nightmares, and hope that people will forever sing praises to her greatness and beauty in their dreams."

As Kensdale spoke, he gave the person in front of him a warm smile.

"There is something even more important to tell you: the Dream Seer can grant your wishes, and I am the Dream Seer you are looking for."

"To achieve your goal, and for the sake of our pleasant cooperation, I can devour other people's dreams and then bestow those dreams upon you."

His words left Jobia momentarily speechless: "Wait, wait, wait, why should I believe you? And what did you do to my companion?"

"This person? He's obviously trapped in an endless nightmare."

Kensdale brushed off non-existent dust from his body: "Ode to Nightmares."

"What a charade! I've never even heard of a nightmare teaching." Jobia pulled out his gun and pointed it at the person in front of him, his voice trembling slightly.

"And you say you eat dreams? Why should I believe you? Get out of here with your twisted and filthy beliefs!"

"Another stubborn person..."

Kensdale pressed his brow: "I thought you were interested in dreams and would understand the Nightmare Lady's will, but you just wanted to satisfy your own greed and even slandered Her."

For believers, hearing their fellow believers slandered is an absolutely unforgivable sin.

"Then there's nothing I can do. Since you don't want to believe in the Lady, I can only swallow your dream and offer it to Him."

As for you, you will forever remain trapped in nightmares, searching for that almost impossible dream world yourselves.

As he spoke, the man suddenly took off his heavy coat, and Jobia watched in horror as his body gradually grew covered with stiff black hair, and sharp spikes sprouted from his arms.

He opened his mouth wide, his grin stretching almost to the roots of his head, and Joebia could see a dense array of teeth inside.

This person's mouth was full of teeth, layer upon layer, with saliva dripping from between them, seemingly about to break off but never quite, like spider silk.

This appearance is not what a normal human being should look like.

"Help, help—"

Before the man could even shout, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the ground, his skin visibly withering.

"Tsk, disgusting smell. At this rate, Madam will never be satisfied."

Kensdale spat on the ground in disgust.

"Aren't there any new flavors of dreams lately?"

……

Nighttime, in a forest.

Ria watched as flames shot out of Little Swarth's mouth, then suddenly spewed them out.

Then the woodpile in front of them lit up, and they felt a rare warmth in this gloomy forest.

Taking this opportunity, Ria took out a map to check the direction. As long as they crossed this jungle, they could reach the populous town of Burgess, where their first target was located.

Looking at the map alone didn't reveal any more details, so Ria took out a book called "Detailed Explanation of Human Geography," which noted that Burgess was a town famous for its fruit, and that the people there were warm and hospitable, with their main belief being the Sun.

This is normal; all churches in Endlers that do not believe in the Rising Sun are considered cults.

The cult in Burgess, also known as the underground church, is specifically marked. Some tourists have encountered a mysterious organization while visiting the area.

They claim to be able to alter dreams, allowing people to do whatever they want in their dreams, and also to explain the impact of dreams on reality, such as analyzing what a person's dreams represent.

This organization first lets people experience their project. If the experiencer is satisfied, they will be taken to a rather secluded place and forced to believe in a being called the "Nightmare Bridge". Usually, people will choose to believe in the Nightmare Bridge and then they can leave.

This is only written in books; many people in the town are unaware of the existence of this church.

Their organization was not large; compared to the underground churches that Ria had seen, the Nightmare Church's behavior was more like children playing house.

But Ria did not let her guard down, after all, the records in the books could not be taken as the whole reference, not to mention that the authority of this god seemed to be a "nightmare".

Perhaps His domain is not in reality, but in dreams.

"It seems I can visit His believers when I have time, hoping they can help me resolve my own troubles."

Ria poked at the fire with a branch, watching the flames grow ever stronger, and sighed.

He had tried to find the Dreamland during this time, but each time he failed. Most of the time he was just staring at his employees in his own dream, some of whom didn't even have eyes.

“Dreams are very abstract things. If the Plague Knight is really hiding in the dream world, it would be very bad for everyone.”

"This is indeed a bad sign."

James appeared silently on the other side of the fire, his glasses reflecting the firelight.

He reached out to warm his hands by the fire, but his gloves caught fire because he was too close. Even so, the doctor with the bird beak did not make a sound.

The flame suddenly grew larger, then went out.

Lia glanced at him: "Doctor, aren't you going to play ball?"

James chuckled: "I haven't been on fire lately, so it's been interesting to check out your work once in a while. So, any new discoveries?"

Ria mentioned to James the possibility that the Plague Knight might be lurking in the Dreamland, but James thought it was unlikely.

"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and the Dreamland are almost completely unrelated, but we cannot let our guard down because of this. After all, that place is also a region that connects many spaces, and it is not impossible to reach the location of the Plague Knight through it."

James analyzed it this way, then looked at Ria: "Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

Ria pointed to the tree next to them: "You can gnaw on the bark."

"I'm really hungry."

"OK then."

Lia pulled out a bunch of raw vegetables for James, hoping he could lose weight with them, and James accepted them without hesitation, quickly stuffing them into his stomach.

“I know what you’re planning, Kelcha, you want to play the Dreamcatcher.”

However, the risk is simply too great, and I can't really stop you from doing whatever you want. For the sake of my own performance, I'll stay with you during this period to prevent any problems from arising.

Lia was somewhat surprised: "You actually have a day when you're this dedicated?"

"What nonsense is this? I've been Doctor of the Year for several years in a row, how can I break my record with you?"

The doctor pointed at Ria and said, "You think you can revoke my professional title? You're still too green."

As he spoke, he crushed a potato and stuffed it into the mask, causing Ria to turn her head away.

"You wash your mask regularly, right?"

James: "Hehe." Ria: "..."

He finally lost his temper and used his tentacles to throw James into the nearby river, then took advantage of the night to travel away from there.

The next day, after finally arriving in Burgess, Dria checked into the hotel. In fact, all that was needed was to pay the bill; no further proof of identity was required.

Money is the best passport here.

After doing all this, he went to visit the target he was looking for, according to the street number.

"Let me see, 59 Bessiene Street, Mr. Joebia's house, this should be it."

"Ding-dong-"

The young man rang the doorbell, and someone quickly came to open the door.

The other party was a very tall man wearing a white coat with a peculiar pattern. After examining the pattern for a moment, Liya noticed that it resembled a woman making a knitting motion.

The man's voice was deep and muffled, revealing an imperceptible anger, as if something good had been interrupted. Ria also smelled a faint scent of blood on him.

"who are you?"

"Good morning, I'm a reporter here to visit Mr. Joebia. It's like this, his submission to Mr. Farmanf won an award, and our editors need to ask him to give an acceptance speech and also do some interviews with the book's readers."

Excuse me, are you Mr. Joebia?

Kensdale saw that Ria's expression didn't seem fake, and he didn't look threatening, so he relaxed his guard a bit.

"I'm Giovanni. You can ask me any questions you have."

"Would it be convenient to come inside and talk?"

"Come in, make yourself at home."

He had already tidied up those people and thrown them into the basement warehouse. Answering the reporter's questions wouldn't hurt, even though the reporter's attire was somewhat different from what he remembered about reporters.

So what? Even if this person is a fake reporter, can he threaten him?

"What do you want to ask? I can answer anything."

Kensdale poured tea for Ria, appearing very hospitable, and Ria also behaved very politely, so that no one felt the slightest bit uncomfortable.

"Thank you, a kind person like you will surely be blessed by God."

Lia took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and skillfully took out paper and pen.

"That's right, our newspaper's editor is passionate about the extraordinary. As the head of the extraordinary column, he has always believed that the extraordinary has always existed. After reading Mr. Falmanf's book, he has been so preoccupied with other things that he can't eat or sleep and wants to write some big news stories to prove that the Dreamland is real."

Whether it's public opinion or reality, I hope you can give your opinion on the dream world... I've already edited the first part; I'll just write about how more and more people are sharing the same dream in recent years—”

Kensdale looked at Ria: "Do you also believe in the existence of that place?"

"Me? I've never been there. I guess I'll only know after I go."

"To be honest, I've been having very similar dreams lately, and the content of each dream always revolves around the same area. Could this be some kind of omen...?"

"It's a sign."

Kensta nodded and looked at Ria with a serious expression: "Whether you believe it or not, the supernatural really exists, and I can see that you are burdened with a curse."

“I can save you. You are a lucky young man. Judging from your age, you may be an intern at a newspaper. You poor kid. Let me help you.”

"Help me?" Ria's expression was as if she had suddenly seen a liar.

"As you know, I am a loyal reader of Falmanf. I have been to the Dreamland, so I resonated with him a lot when I read his books."

His book mentions a bridge, referring to a passage connecting reality and the realm of dreams, which is the dwelling place of the gods.

He can solve your dream problems, young man, don't you really want to see God?
Reports of encounters with deities are far more interesting to write than any fan interview, and they can even help you get rid of nightmares.

“This…” Ria hesitated, but at the same time, a sense of curiosity arose. “Are there really gods who live in dreams? Or just legends?”

"Of course, I am His faithful follower, and as His executor, I can now resolve your dream problems, and I guarantee it will be effective."

"But it sounds a bit fake, and isn't there any danger?"

"There is no danger. Trust me, I would never lie to young people like you who are new to society. That would be against my conscience."

As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his palm and placed it in front of Ria, coaxing her, "Look, you're sleepy now, aren't you? The tea you just drank has some sleep-inducing effects."

Let me observe your dream. Don't resist; trust me, and believe in the existence of the bridge to nightmares.

"Relax."

Kensdale looked at the increasingly cloudy eyes of the young man in front of him and sneered, knowing that Ria had been successfully hypnotized.

What he needs to do next is to devour the dream of the person in front of him and then offer the dream as a sacrifice to that being.

"My beautiful and great lady, I believe you will soon weave the gate that belongs to us, and then I will be able to see you and kiss your arm—"

His face turned an unnatural crimson, and then stiff black hairs grew on his body, and layers of teeth appeared in his mouth.

Just as he was rubbing his hands together, ready to enjoy the delicious meal that was about to begin, a figure suddenly appeared beside him.

The man was very fat, dressed in all black, and wore a bird-beak mask. As soon as he appeared, he couldn't wait to pour a pot of tea from the table into the mask through the frame.

"Kelcha, what are you doing?"

"Is this little dream-catcher really worth you wasting so much time on?"

What is a Little Dreamcatcher, and what is this person talking about?

Kensdale was slow to realize what was happening, but the dream-capturing had already begun, and he couldn't stop it.

Gradually, he finally realized what was appearing beside him.

Epidemic doctor!!!

The presence of the plague doctor here means that—

Before Kensdale could react, everything went black. He saw a world he had never seen before, and then a series of terrifying images flooded his mind.

Countless people without facial features, angels with six wings and tentacles, slugs covered in thorns, enormous fish-men, a group of undead people screaming incessantly in the mud, and beetles emitting terrifying cries from their mouths.

The black ocean replaced the sky, and in the reflection of the sea, a huge sun appeared, radiating an eerie light.

Cracks appeared in the ground, and countless scarlet spiders crawled out from the bottom, raising their heads to stare at him.

Thank you all for your support. I'm so touched that I wrote a lot of outlines, which will keep me going until Meme 4. The upcoming plot seems very interesting, and I hope you enjoy it.

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