They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 361 Who is He?
"Perhaps the Spider God heard my prayers, so I came here."

As Falmanf listened, cold sweat visibly broke out on his forehead. His eyes darted around, and he suddenly spotted the large vase in the house, seemingly wanting to hide behind it.

This was the first time in his life that he had encountered a reader whose desire was so strong that they would enter the dream world to urge him to update the story. For a moment, he didn't know whether he felt more gratified or more panicked.

“You’ve got the wrong person. I don’t know any Farmanf, and I’ve never written a book.”

"Even birds wouldn't believe your lies."

As soon as Ria finished speaking, little Swarth flew onto his shoulder and slowly puffed out his chest.

"Goo-"

It is not a bird, it is an evil dragon.

Ria misunderstood the mythical creature's meaning: "This person cannot be eaten for the time being."

He stopped Little Swarth from biting any living being in the dream world, then sat down on a chair. His physical condition in reality was still affecting his body in the dream world, making him tired easily when standing.

"Mr. Farmanf, let's put aside the book for now... let's talk about your private life."

You had three sons, your wife is missing and her whereabouts are unknown, and your sons are idle and lazy all day long, only wanting to squander your family fortune.

When they finally discovered that you had written a will in advance intending to donate all your money to an orphanage, those ungrateful wretches decided to kill you beforehand, and even went so far as to stage your death as a murder. They also forged a will, thus beginning their pointless drama of fighting over your inheritance.

The more Farmanf listened, the worse his expression became, but the truly awful part was yet to come.

Ria tapped the table next to the chair a few times and smiled, “But actually these are all means for you to get away. You do these things just to disappear from everyone’s sight with a clear conscience and then live in the Dreamland for a long time.”

Actually, you have contamination syndrome, right?

"You are indeed dead in real life, but it is rumored that you were actually a very wealthy person, quite rich in real life, and even made the newspapers many times. However, I have not found any record of your descendants inheriting your property after your death."

Logically speaking, given the magnitude of this matter, your three children seem to enjoy giving interviews and even blurting out all sorts of things. If they knew you were a patient, they probably would have said these things too.

But afterwards, I couldn't find any more information about your three sons, only a brief report about your death.

"So... you faked your death when you realized they wanted to attack you."

Afterwards, feeling disheartened, you decide that reality is not worth clinging to. You then decide to control them once and for all, gradually fading them from people's sight, and then sacrifice them to gain the right to remain in the dream world forever after your death.

So what truly killed you was the Bridge of Nightmares; from this perspective, you know far more than I imagined.

"you……"

Falmanf's gaze finally changed, and his tone became unnatural: "...What is your purpose? Why did you investigate me so thoroughly?"

"Investigation? No, no, I also work part-time as a detective assistant. Thinking about these things is just a pastime when I have nothing else to do. It's purely a personal hobby. Now it seems that my reasoning has been a lucky accident."

"This is definitely the greatest sense of accomplishment I'll feel as a detective."

Ria took a book from Little Swarth, stood up, and handed it to him: "Of course I mean no harm, sir. I just want an autograph. Could you sign it for me? On the first page."

The book was turned, and inside was a meme card of a dream hunter.

On the card, a cloaked figure with long curly hair is wrapped in wings, with a sword inserted in the center of the wings, piercing through the wings and chest.

Falmanf's eyes widened instantly, his pupils trembling.

Besides the meme cards, there was another text written on that page.

[This place has been targeted. You are the only hostage. If you don't want to die, don't say anything rash. Of course, saying anything rash doesn't matter.]

Falman lowered his voice: "What grudge do you have against me that you treat me like this?"

"That all depends on your performance just now."

"Didn't you just reveal the coordinates of this place? This isn't even your home—so how did you end up here?"

"After thinking it over and over, the only explanation that makes sense is that you are a patient, and one of the patients is a patient of the [Dream Weaver]. The Dream Weaver may have more authority in the dream than I thought. You can pass through walls, and that is why you suddenly appeared here."

Is there something wrong with my reasoning?

"Sir, I was only a little close to you, and you couldn't wait to show up and report me. It seems you really dislike having other people around you, or you're short of the bounty."

A tentacle stealthily snatched the mysterious communication device from the man's pocket. Falmanf's face turned ashen, and his expression quickly fell: "The inhabitants of the Dreamland are very xenophobic. If you kill me, a group of extraordinary creatures will immediately come after you."

"Like this?"

As Ria finished speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside with a "bang," and the creature outside fell in, its body blocking the doorway.

They were a strange group of people with loose, gray skin, their bellies swollen and sagging like water balloons, and due to over-inflation, some of their skin was so transparent that their blood vessels and internal organs could be seen.

As they looked up, Falmanf noticed that their facial features were gradually dissolving in water, accompanied by strange, grating laughter.

"Praise without a face..."

Ignoring them, Ria continued pushing the books toward Falmanf, incidentally handing him a pen with her tentacles.

"Just sign here."

"No, no, what did you do to them!?"

Ignoring Ria's words, Falmanf began to scratch his scalp vigorously. He felt a deep sense of unease about his situation, as the ability brought back some unbearable memories.

The enormous figure hidden in the mist suddenly appeared in his mind, shaking its head. Around him was a group of twisted creatures reveling, slaughtering each other, tearing each other into pieces of flesh, and then reveling in doing things that were too unbearable to look at on the corpses of the defeated.

The scene was incredibly chaotic and frenzied; in that state, humanity vanished, and all life indulged itself—it was like a scene from a legend of hell.

Suddenly, Falmanf's breathing became heavy. He shouted and pointed at Ria, his eyes even turning bloodshot.

"You are Him, you still found this place—I knew it, I knew it!!!"

Lia found his words somewhat inexplicable, but seeing that the man's emotions were becoming increasingly strange, he could only knock him unconscious and wait for him to wake up, at which point he should be much more lucid.

"You can go out now and forget everything you saw."

He gave instructions to the creatures, watched them retreat, and then Ria used his tentacles to lift the door and re-weld it securely.

"It seems... we're not very popular here."

Ria looked at the little Swarth on the table. It turned its head halfway around and listened as its host began to mutter new things. This time, however, Ria chose to speak inside its brain.

The Faceless God's ability makes the other person associate him with other things.

【…】

"Maybe, just maybe—we might run into some old acquaintances here," Ria said, looking at the colorful creature trapped in the glass. It had stopped struggling and was now pressed against the glass, staining the entire glass with color.

"you……"

It seems to be mimicking human language, and has already learned quite a few words from the residents on the street.

It learns very quickly, but right now, the creature's tone sounds very strange.

"Can you... let me out? Please!"

"Starlight, I... want to... get out... now... help?"

"Your name is Starry Night?"

"Yes?"

"You want me to rescue you?"

"Yes?"

Ria noticed that Little Swarth was circling around it, and then reached out and pressed its head down with her finger: "It's surprising that this guy is intelligent. Maybe we can get some information out of him."

"What value do you have that would make me release you?"

"I am still a larva—a completely harmless larva."

The star-colored larva continued to change its body color: "Most importantly, I'm beautiful!"

In nature, many creatures have developed a variety of bright colors to protect themselves, and these colors are meant to tell predators that they are poisonous.

Therefore, the larvae's claims are completely unreliable, and the colors they display are not on the human visual spectrum. Humans cannot describe what those colors are, just as most people cannot imagine colors they have never seen before.

"You're lying!" Falmanf suddenly woke up, pointed at the larva and shouted, then warned Ria not to believe anything it said.

"If we leave this thing alone, it won't be long before it absorbs all life within a hundred miles. Their breeding season has just ended, and now they've hatched a large number of larvae that we can't kill completely."

To the inhabitants of the Dreamland, they were like a plague in reality.

Ria: "Didn't you faint?"

"This is the Dreamland, how could I have fainted? I was just beaten so badly that I couldn't move for a moment."

"So you've calmed down now?"

"..."

“I’ve figured it out. If you want to harm me, you can just kill me. Why go through all this trouble? Besides, that monster couldn’t have been here for so long and allowed the town to continue to exist.”

Farman covered his head: "Sure enough, when you live long enough, you'll encounter all sorts of strange and wonderful things. Reality is often more bizarre than fictional stories."

I was terrified by that scene; I was genuinely afraid that if I wasn't careful, He would appear right there.

"Who is He?"

“I can’t say that He might be watching this place. No, rather, He is everywhere. Logically, He is still asleep, but who knows if that’s true or not? What if He appears here the next second? What if you are one of His clones…”

"Wait, Faceless, the Faceless God."

Falman pointed at Ria and trembled again. He collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, and was about to shout again when Ria stepped forward, handed him a silver coin, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Your mind is a bit fragile. Hopefully, money will make you feel better. Calm down. There is no faceless god here."

"Ah...ah..." The man collapsed to the ground, barely able to speak. The next second, he saw the young man in front of him suddenly show him a gentle expression.

But at this moment, he seemed to witness a golden eye that stretched as far as the eye could see in the absolute darkness, slowly moving its pupils and watching his figure.

Falman felt as if his soul had been purified; he clutched the silver coin in his hand as if it were his soul and life.

"You're right. Thank you for rescuing me from my confusion. Praise be to trade."

Lia sighed almost imperceptibly. He didn't want to resort to such methods against the creators of his favorite books if he could, but he was on the verge of a mental breakdown if he didn't.

In Endlers, where there are few entertainment options, Ria spends almost all her free time reading, and recently she has been reading a collection of novels about an adventurer who accidentally enters a dream world and encounters various crises.

The story was so realistic that Ria suspected the author had actually been to the Dreamland. And it turned out that, as he suspected, Falmanf had even thoughtfully changed the names of the various towns and regions in the Dreamland during the writing process.

Lia wasn't sure what he had seen, but he could imagine that it must have been something extraordinary that could cause someone to break down so badly just by recalling it.

"It's hard to believe that I would meet you here."

Falmanf stood up, then watched as Ria approached him, forcefully snatched the tightly clutched silver coin from his hand, and stuffed it back into his pocket.

He paused for a moment, then reached into his pockets and pulled out a handful of coins.

Do you want more?

"..."

Ria looked at his face, then at the pile of coins in his hand, and after a long while, he looked away.

"Falmanf, what is your meme code?"

This was clearly a diversionary tactic, and Farmanf had no choice but to put his money back in his pocket.

"Meme six, the main meme is the Dream Weaver, then the Sorcerer, the Hunter, and Cupid."

"Are you very knowledgeable about the Dream Realm?"

"Yes, over the years, I have traveled to many places in the Dreamland in order to gather information, and I have seen all kinds of extraordinary creatures and humans who have strayed into the Dreamland."

I've even witnessed the incarnations of the Bridge of Nightmares hunting humans. Their prey has always been women, and those women who are taken away eventually become extraordinary creatures that are half-human and half-spider.

Sometimes those creatures would stare at the sky on days when the red moon appeared, motionless... The sight was truly a rare moment of peace for the soul.

Come to think of it, the moon in the sky turned red today, they must be very happy.

But then the Starburst appeared, and the children didn't see the moon for long. Every time the Starburst larvae hatched, the sky would soon be covered with a new wave of colors.

"Life is worthless in their eyes. These colorful creatures will continuously drain the earth's nutrients like a virus, and all life will wither and die."

"Perhaps, this is the plague."

(End of this chapter)