They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 359 Are you alright, sir?

"I really want to touch your body and kiss your arms inch by inch... Sometimes I think, how wonderful it would be if you belonged only to me."

Just thinking about how others share my faith in you makes me want to kill them all. How dare those scumbags pray to you? They should all be chopped up, cooked, and fed to the livestock…

Ria didn't listen to the rest of the crazy ramblings. With a large church, there are all kinds of believers, and it's normal to encounter believers like this sometimes.

Okay, maybe this isn't normal.

In her subsequent communication with the consciousnesses, Ria realized that one of them was the very same Chobia she was looking for.

Before I arrived, Jobia and his accomplices were trying to find clues about the dream world by hypnotizing others.

The person being hypnotized was none other than the old woman who had previously collapsed and died on the ground.

It's obvious that neither of these two people are good people, even though absolute good and evil don't exist in this corrupt world.

Lia didn't think she was doing the right thing either.

"Is there anything else you want to say... or do you want to give me a share of your inheritance? I would be extremely grateful."

The young man looked at them and said, “I have never seen cliffs and extremely long staircases that I have only seen in my dreams, but they can all appear here today.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a cliff appeared and steps stretched downwards.

Seeing this, the young man did not hesitate to use his tentacles to throw one person off the cliff, while the other person was thrown down the steps.

He used this opportunity to observe them as experimental subjects, sincerely hoping that the two of them could find the entrance to the dream world.

The three of them were in the same newly created dream, which should have been a success, but in fact, they failed.

Ria woke up, and the pile of tentacles transformed back into human form.

James chuckled and asked him how he was feeling, and whether he had grasped the difficulty of the Dreamcatcher meme.

But at a certain moment, he suddenly stopped all movement, and a scythe appeared in his hand in a flash, pointing straight at Ria's neck.

"No wonder I couldn't figure out what Kercha was thinking earlier, it turns out it was you who showed up."

"James, what's wrong with you now? I'm just standing here perfectly fine."

Ria reached out and pressed down on the blade of the scythe, then lowered her golden eyes to look at the plague doctor.

“I think I’ve figured something out: you treat the eyes behind me and me as different entities, but we are one.”

"Kercha, you've been talking nonsense even more than usual since that thing affected you. All I asked you to do was act out the Dream Weaver, and you've paid such a high price."

"With such boldness, it's no wonder that the extraordinary favors you."

"Thank you for your kind words."

Ria applied a little force, and James saw the scythe begin to crumble like carbon powder in his hand: "I'm very clear-headed now, James. We have more to do than worry about me."

James: "Your humanity is gone."

"How do you know I've lost my humanity? Am I not a normal person now?"

"Kelcha, you've always been a great actor, but you can't fool me. That's why I made time to follow you."

The longer your eyes control you, the more likely new problems will arise—

Lia sighed softly: "So you admit that you've been slacking off lately. No, I shouldn't say that, after all, the epidemic doctor has more important things to do."

You must have already known about the natural disaster and been searching everywhere for information about the Plague Knight.

"But at such a crucial moment, James, you, a very busy man, still took the time to pay attention to me. Do you think I am more worthy of our attention?"

James: "You don't even know what you're talking about anymore."

He gathered his scythe once more, his entire body radiating a strong black aura.

……

I do not know how long it has been.

Amidst the ruins, Ria opened her eyes and crawled out, feeling a sharp pain in her head.

The eyes behind his neck closed again, and he looked around and found James sitting next to him eating. After looking closely for a moment, he realized that it looked like one of his own arms.

"No wonder I was climbing so awkwardly just now, give me back my arm."

"Hey, you're finally awake? Sure enough, when a patient's meme count is high, trouble follows one after another."

"You can go back over there and continue dealing with your troubles. Just call me if you need anything."

Before Ria could react, James tore a rift in mid-air and threw the heavily injured Ria and his severed limbs into it.

That's reality, while this is just a planet in the universe, quite far from Enderus's planet.

Its surface is filled with many extraordinary creatures that can move without gravity.

These creatures built their own civilization, "cities," constructed with special, incredibly sturdy materials.

Their favorite pastime is to devour their weaker kind and then mix the corpses of their inferior kind into building materials, competing to see whose building is the strongest.

Now, the civilization here has been reduced to ruins.

James gazed at the architectural fragments stretching for countless miles, and then, recalling the strange phenomenon he had witnessed not long ago, his expression behind the mask gradually turned cold.

"As expected, the risks of letting the deity walk freely in Endlers were greater than I thought. Those people weren't afraid that He would destroy everything in the face of natural disasters; instead, they placed their bets on Him to resist them."

"Is this how the best epidemic doctor of the year should be treated like livestock? They should all give me a fifty-fold raise."

……

Back in the original underground warehouse, Ria discovered that his injuries were not healing anytime soon, which left him quite helpless.

He had previously allowed the eye at the back of his neck to occupy half of his consciousness, and it wouldn't suddenly attack anyone, which was quite rational.

But James seemed to dislike it intensely, treating its appearance like a ghost and determined to beat it so it could no longer appear at will.

It turned out that his eyes weren't seriously damaged. It was just that Ria inexplicably played a game against James, but this wasn't entirely without its benefits. He also got a rough idea of ​​the doctor's abilities.

"That kind of strength is probably..."

"Meme One".

"The second conclusion is that he was very wary of the eye on the back of my neck. James's title of Doctor of the Year was not undeserved; his status in the field of epidemic medicine is not ordinary."

"The eye behind is very likely connected to a certain being. If we can make good use of it, it may make things much easier when facing natural disasters in the future."

While being affected by it, Ria's own consciousness remained, which also troubled him because James refused to believe that he was himself.

They could have gotten along peacefully and sat down to talk things out, but James's stubbornness ultimately led to this situation.

"I cut off several hundred pounds of his flesh. If the doctor doesn't gain it back, he should be able to lose weight successfully." Lia lay on the ground like a pile of rotten flesh. He had overused his supernatural power and could barely move.

The tentacles emerged from the wound, attempting to build new flesh, but due to the severity of the injury, their movements became unusually sluggish.

The scene was so bizarre that it defied description.

Nearby, two people who had been having nightmares about falling into darkness from a height finally woke up. They got up in terror, then turned around and saw the scene on the ground—

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Another person fainted on the spot.

Ria felt it was necessary to write several academic papers and submit them to journals, such as "On the Cultivation and Improvement of Psychological Quality of Contemporary Enderle Residents" and "How to Solve the Impact of Mental Illness on Life under the Influence of Extraordinary Factors".

"Are you alright, sir?"

Lying on the ground, Ria said to Jobia, who was unsteady on his feet and whose legs were trembling, "Could you help me pick up that arm over there? Or could you find me a wheelchair?"

Jobia did not react; he was still too frightened to make any move.

Of the four people at the scene, one was confirmed dead, one was unconscious, one was badly injured, and the other was too shocked to move.

"The four of us are a really energetic group."

Ria sighed, then influenced Jobia with his faith, successfully getting him to find himself a wheelchair.

Sitting in a wheelchair, her whole body wrapped in bandages, Ria rarely experienced what her mentor felt.

"Sitting seems more comfortable than standing."

"Gurgle." Little Swarth nestled on Ria's lap, and Ria casually wrapped a scarf around it with the extra straps.

According to information gathered not long ago, at night, the followers of the Nightmare Church would begin a collective sacrifice, offering themselves as a living sacrifice to the Nightmare Bridge.

Ria thought this was a good opportunity; those people might know how to enter the Dream Realm, and finding them was more reliable than finding any readers.

So he had Jobia push him to the living room, where he lay on the sofa to recover from his injuries. Jobia then went out to find church members, pretending to be desperate for help and asking them to come and assist him.

Although being seriously injured seems like a nightmare, people can justify anything for a good enough paycheck.

For example, if someone is injured because they do not believe in their God, they can be convicted based on that alone.

Joebia left.

Lia closed her eyes, feeling the pain and itching all over her body that no normal person could bear, as the severed arm was gradually reconnecting to its original limb.

With each injury, the number of eyes will increase, and his extraordinary abilities should theoretically become stronger.

"The power of the eyes behind can easily destroy large areas of a city, but due to my own limitations, it cannot exert its full strength, and it cannot even defeat the plague doctor."

In other words, even with such power, it would be insufficient to resist the Plague Knight.

Lia began to consider countermeasures. Sometimes, putting yourself in someone else's shoes, you realize that simply overwhelming them with strength isn't enough. But if you combine moderate power with some strategy, you can often turn the tide of battle.

They even overturned the opponent's chessboard.

"The eye on the back of the neck seems to recognize the Bridge of Nightmares. Since it's an acquaintance, things will be easier."

Ria found a book and idly flipped through it. His hand was injured and he couldn't turn the pages, so little Swartz took over the task.

Not long after, Jobia returned, bringing another person with him.

Seeing this, Little Swarth shrank back.

The man walked into the reception room with a solemn expression, then looked around. When Ria asked him what he was doing, the man said that a demon had infiltrated the room, and he could smell its presence. Everything he was doing now was for the purpose of exorcising the demon.

The next second, he looked at Ria: "You have been possessed by a demon. It will only bring you misfortune. Look at all the injuries on your body. They are all caused by it attaching itself to you."

If you had let your friends find us any later, you might have—

Wait, you also read Franz Frank's books?

Ria looked up: "Could it be..."

"I'm a fan of his too! Many people in our church are his fans, and every gathering is like a large book club meeting! Look how destined we are, you even like his books!"
Everything was arranged by the lady; it was the destiny she wove that connected us together.

“Let’s go, we can talk as we walk. I’ll tell you about Farmanf’s fascinating private life… no, I mean his exorcism.”

The man walked behind Ria, pushed her wheelchair, and took her away from the scene, leaving Jobia standing there, still confused about what had happened.

"Oh right, I vaguely remember that the Lord wanted our inheritance..."

Jobia slapped his forehead and decided to organize the inheritance in advance, so that whenever trade needed to be done, he could offer these things, including his life, to Him.

"Praise be to trade!"

……

On the road.

Ovi was still discussing the contents of the book written by Falmanf with Ria.

He believed that the book was entirely autobiographical, that the Dreamland existed, and that Falmanf himself had not updated it for a long time, which must have been because he had gone to the Dreamland.

“I still don’t believe in his death theory. This person was so great, he almost became our spiritual pillar, how could he die so easily?”

Ria: "Some say that Farmanf was murdered because his sons wanted his property, so they shot him when no one was looking."

“That’s all nonsense. I don’t believe that worldly things can kill him. In our hearts, Farmanf is no less than a messenger of God. He left us because he was called by God.”

The two were still debating the cause of Falmanf's death when, unbeknownst to them, Ria had gained the man's trust and was becoming increasingly open with his words.

Ovi pushed Ria back to the Nightmare Church's stronghold. Some people were shocked to see him return with an injured person in his arms.

"Why did you bring outsiders in?!"

"This is not an outsider; he is our new companion. He has been cursed by the devil and needs to undergo divine baptism. All of this is a test for the lady."

Can you believe it? This person also likes Farmanf's books!

"It's a nightmare."

Everyone clutched their chests and crowded around.

Only then did Ria understand what Ovi meant by "book lovers' gathering".

There may be more than that.

This group of people not only loved the same book about dreamscapes, but also harbored a uniquely passionate affection for the deity they worshipped.

(End of this chapter)