They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 36 The Solar Hypothesis
He's gone to great lengths for them.

But there are always people who don't understand Lia's good intentions.

Just as Ria felt sorry for them and was about to head in another direction, James, sitting on a wooden crate by the roadside, raised his glass to him, seemingly very interested in observing the patients.

"Hey, Kelcha, you got the factory sorted out so quickly?"

To be honest, you're too kind to these people. If it were me, I wouldn't care whether they live or die.

"I'm doing this for myself."

Lia twirled her cane. "Those factories are mine now. It would be even better if I could take over the church as well."

"You're really greedy. I have to remind you, greed is like a snake swallowing an elephant. You're only at meme nine now, don't kill yourself first."

"I wish I could die that easily."

Ria walked over to James and reached out her hand: "You seem to have a lot of free time, lend me some gold coins."

James crushed the glass in his hand with a "smash," spilling the ale onto his clothes.

He quickly sat up from the wooden crate, leaving the poor, fragile box alone: ​​"You want to borrow money from me?! Isn't the money you've made at the casino enough for you? And what do you need gold coins for?"

"invest."

Lia was so certain that he believed precious metals were the best and most reliable investment. If he melted down those gold coins now and processed them to give them artistic and collectible value, the profits he would reap would be considerable.

In addition, he had another purpose.

Lately, the probability of "bumping into" James has been particularly high, and Lia hopes to reduce the amount of trouble James will cause her by lending him money.

Sure enough, James became much colder after hearing that Ria had asked him for money.

“You people are so exploitative that you don’t even spare your own doctors. If I had money, why would I be a doctor? It’s a thankless job.”

"Don't say that. It's a good job, at least that's what many people think."

As Ria spoke, she turned her head and looked in the direction of the Church of the Rising Sun.

“You said before that no one, except the disordered ones, possesses supernatural powers.”

Yes, that is true.

"But you are not a patient, yet you possess such power. I'm curious, if meme coding can constant a person's abilities, what would your current meme code be?"

"This question is worthless, Kercha. Your question is as boring as thinking about how many shells a frail doctor can fire on the battlefield."

You get sick, and the doctor is responsible for treating you. It's that simple. But not all patients will be recruited as outcasts. The outside world is far more dangerous than you imagine.

Extraordinary beings, mythical creatures, churches, underground churches, the disordered, contamination, mysterious items, the Order Association...

You need to understand them, and consider your own actions in light of their influence. No one in this distorted world is trustworthy, including yourself.

His tone was quite calm, as if he were used to all of this.

Lia stared directly into his glasses, seeing her own reflection in those two lenses—numb, thin, and lifeless.

"So, according to the doctor's advice, what do I need to do next?"
"I suggest you don't borrow money from your attending physician."

I won't give you a single Schwarzkopf, except for your monthly salary. Forget about it.

James gritted his teeth and said to Ria, then suggested that Ria could develop his so-called "capital" business in a wealthier place, instead of sticking to one place to fleece people. "North of Winstown is the Gaikoso Mountains. Crossing them will take you to the city, but it's a few hundred miles away, and you'll probably have to walk there next year."

The only means of transportation you need here are horse-drawn carriages, donkey carts, and rickshaws. If you want better transportation, such as a steam train, you need to go to Grani town, which is 30 miles away. There is a railway there, and the environment is relatively prosperous.

So, do you need me to help you find a place to borrow horses to get to Grani town?
But you'd better hope that poor horse isn't replaced by some supernatural creature halfway through the journey, turning into a monster made of stitched-together mutilated limbs.

“I choose to find it myself. If you were to make a purchase, you might just end up buying those weird things that fall off along the way with horsehair worms.”

Ria declined James's offer and turned her gaze back toward the church.

"What are you looking at?"

"A chance to say goodbye."

After a moment's thought, Ria finally made up her mind to go to church again, while James sat back down on the wooden box.

"Gah!"

This time, the poor wooden box finally collapsed under his weight, and gravity caused the fat on the bird-beaked doctor's body to tremble violently.

But the bird-beaked doctor didn't care about any of that. Instead, he picked up the broken pieces of the wine glass from the ground, pinched them between two fingers, and stuffed them directly into his mask to chew.

He rested his elbow on his stomach, supporting his head with one hand, and a sharp sound of shattering glass came from under his mask.

"Kercha really doesn't miss the slightest opportunity to gain an advantage; his actions, even when he's just putting on a show, don't resemble acting at all..."

Even if the identity card chooses the closest title, this behavior is still too abnormal.

What did he do for a living before?

James was completely baffled, and he decided to reconsider Ria's value and all the potential risks.

However, Ria is unaware of these things at present.

He stood in the church hall, and the people nearby avoided him as if he were a plague.

Especially the white-bearded old man in the white robe, hiding behind the pillar as if he wanted to embed himself into it, spouting Rising Sun scriptures, praying that Ria wouldn't look at him and that he wouldn't be infected by germs.

Lia found it amusing, but did not do what she did at the factory.

Although the aura was weak, Ria could still feel the divine power of the radiant rising sun protecting this place.

Gods are indeed powerful and worthy of worship; even the slightest display of their power can drive countless people into a frenzy.

but.

"What is He/She?"

He has not yet displayed wisdom, acting like an intelligent machine responding to various things.

When someone comes to repent, He judges good and evil based on the number of candles. He has no concept of his own and numbly allows people to worship him. After people offer sacrifices, He will accept the sacrifices if they are deemed acceptable and then give the sacrificer what he needs.

This reminded Lia of the real star, the Sun, which also operates according to certain rules. Atoms and neutrons collide to produce nuclear fusion or hydrogen fusion, which releases heat and then transmits one part in 2.2 billion of that heat to the ground.

Thus, the conditions for the birth of life were created. After people developed wisdom, they began to consciously worship the sun, that luminous sphere, but in fact, it never cared about any life.

All life, including planets, is dispensable to it.

(End of this chapter)