They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 371 Are you still reading?

Looking at the pattern below, a sense of foreboding suddenly arose in Ria's heart.

The foot of the mountain was shrouded in mist, and they were now above the clouds, but even so, Ria suddenly called out to Swarth shortly afterward.

"There's someone over there."

Schwarz's pupils gazed toward the top of a mountain where several dark dots were moving, and according to its extraordinary vision, those people appeared to be mountain climbing enthusiasts.

It flapped its wings and flew to the mountaintop, shrinking its body as it approached to avoid causing unnecessary panic or even an avalanche due to its size.

However, this was clearly an overreaction; given its size, it would be very difficult for it to hide.

Before long, Ria successfully reached the top of the mountain, while Little Swarth supported the host's wheelchair from behind.

The climber had just reached his destination, completely covered up with climbing ropes, and sat on the ground planting a flag. He showed no reaction to Ria's approach.

"Hello?" Lia greeted tentatively, and only then did the group seem to notice her suddenly.

"You're here to climb the mountain too?"

The mountaineering enthusiast was carrying an oxygen tank on his back. He seemed very cold and kept rubbing his hands together.

Seeing that Ria didn't have any oxygen tanks, they quickly found an extra one and handed it to him.

Ria took the bottle and found it to be incredibly light. She shook it, but no sound came out.

Oxygen cylinders are quite heavy for mountaineers; they shouldn't be able to carry any more...

"It looks empty."

"How could it be empty? It's full. This bottle is always full."

The hiker smiled and then prepared to eat something.

Lia watched as he removed the oxygen supply components, took off his mask, and revealed a stiff, lifeless face behind him.

"It's really cold up in the mountains."

Lia then realized that they were already dead, and the oxygen tanks were empty. What was even more terrifying was that those people were completely unaware that they were dead and still numbly believed that they were still alive.

And now there's something even more terrifying—these people speak Endernes.

The Vomiadres Mountains are not located in Endeles, but in a more northerly region, and the fact that these dead spoke such a language only fueled Ria's unease.

He asked, "Where is this?"

Where else could it be?

The deceased looked at the living man with a puzzled expression, seemingly confused by his question.

"Don't you even know what kind of mountain you're climbing before you start climbing? This is the Gekkoso Mountains, of course."

"Snapped!"

As if a string inside him had suddenly tightened and snapped, Ria's expression visibly stiffened, but soon, he smiled again.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, but why aren't you using an oxygen tank... How are you able to survive here without one?"

Ria: "Haven't you noticed yet? You've already run out of oxygen."

He reminded the deceased of something, then watched helplessly as the other person's doubt turned into fear, clutching the metal canister that had long been pierced by an unknown object and had lost all oxygen, before suddenly taking off his gloves and looking at his frozen, purple hands inside.

"So... I was already dead?"

“Actually, death isn’t that scary,” Ria added inappropriately.

Upon realizing their impending death, the people screamed, their flesh and blood undergoing a frenzied transformation, ultimately turning them into giant monsters.

Those extraordinary creatures, their skin frozen purple and their veins black, roared and attacked each other. Just as they were about to attack Ria, they slid off the mountaintop and fell to the bottom because of their enormous size.

They were enormous, but they fell without making a sound, instead triggering a massive avalanche.

Snow collapsed and fell from the surrounding mountain peaks, momentarily scattering the encircling clouds and mist, which were then instantly replenished.

Having witnessed all of this, Ria turned to look at little Swarth: "Swarth, Swarth, it seems we've been tricked again."

“Who would have thought that Gaikoso, whom we’ve been avoiding, would end up being abandoned here in this way?”

"Goo."

Little Swarth stared with his round eyes.

"Let's go and see what tricks those guys have up their sleeves this time."

"Actually, we should be happy that they are willing to play with us, right? It would be unreasonable for life to be too boring all the time."

Ria enjoyed seeing how people reacted when he exposed their tricks; it made him feel a rare sense of participation.

In my past life, I finally climbed to the top of the workplace, but boredom followed.

Every day consists of nothing more than attending meetings, listening to people hold meetings, attending all kinds of meetings, and going to various places to listen to people hold all kinds of meetings.

Now, Ria discovers that as his meme improves, he seems to be able to experience some of the fun of this world, as if he is experiencing an immersive game, with endless puzzles that he can't stop playing.

"I think I'm going crazy."

Schwarz crawled toward Ria's legs, and Ria laughed and patted its head. Then, with one arm around it and the other, he turned the wheelchair forward until it could go no further. Suddenly, he, the wheelchair, and Schwarz plunged to the bottom along with the snow.

At the foot of the mountain, countless terrifying humanoid supernatural creatures roamed.

They may have been humans who strayed into the mountains, or humans who were captured by extraordinary creatures nearby. But now, they have lost their original consciousness and can only wander aimlessly through the mountains, preying on more humans or their own kind.

This mountain is not normal; it's like the bizarre organ of some species. Some say the Gekkoso Mountains are alive, that they are talking. Although no one believes a mountain can talk, there are always those who believe it and call the mountain "the sleeping god" or "the crazy mountain."

The temperature at the foot of the mountain is higher than at the top, and the climate is exceptionally suitable. Herbaceous plants grow wildly, and the trees and forests almost block out the sky.

A rotting humanoid lizard slithers through the vegetation, attempting to assimilate the bark of a tree into human skin. This seems pointless, but the behavior of supernatural beings is never illogical.

Just as it was doing this, a huge hand suddenly grabbed it and shoved it directly into its mouth.

The hand is simply a hand; it has no body. Rather, its body is its hand, and its fingernails are its mouth. When walking, it uses four fingers to move forward and one finger to act as its head to observe its surroundings.

It has already consumed a supernatural creature; its fingernails were automatically torn open, revealing the blood and the fragile flesh beneath.

The lizard was being decomposed under the fingernail, and the hand seemed to enjoy its meal, even though it appeared to be in great pain every time it ate. Perhaps when it was still a human, its fingernails were also ruthlessly torn off by some creature.

"Huff... huff..." It felt that one lizard monster could not fill its stomach, and after it had completely digested the thing, it suddenly raised its "head".

It seemed to have just smelled a long-lost scent, a scent that it missed.

Like a shark that has smelled blood, it immediately scrambled towards the direction of the scent and eventually found a bloody, mangled object on the ground.

Most of the flesh and blood were stuck to the clothes, suggesting that this may have once been a person who fell from a height and ended up like this.

But what puzzled the supernatural creature was that it didn't see any blood, but rather many densely packed golden objects, and it didn't know what they were.

But one thing is certain—they are still moving, they are still alive.

They are still very fresh.

Almost without thinking, the superhuman creature bent down and wolfed down the pile of things.

It cried out excitedly, as if it hadn't eaten such delicious food in a long time, although delicious food was pain for it, and it had never been in such pain as it was now.

The creature was in so much pain that it quickly collapsed to the ground. Taking advantage of this, Ria recited Atlach's prayer, pulling it into a dream, and then devoured the extraordinary creature in the dream.

Through this, he obtained the memories of a few extraordinary beings, and since their consciousness had disappeared, Ria could now skillfully control their bodies.

Humans stand out too much among a group of extraordinary beings, and mythical creatures are also very conspicuous. To conceal one's aura, this is undoubtedly the best solution.

As for why they fell from a great height, it was simply because that was the fastest way to reach the bottom of the mountain.

"call……"

Following some memories of the extraordinary creature, Ria crawled through the mountains, avoiding troublesome predators, and moving quickly and resolutely in one direction.

Along the way, Ria was "unfortunate" enough to be hunted down by some extraordinary creatures. By the time he finally reached his destination, it was unclear how many days had passed; it was a truly long journey.

Now his body is that of a rat. For reasons unknown, Ria ultimately chose to become a rat and stood before the long-lost mine he remembered.

The mine has collapsed, and this is where the original body gradually walked towards death, and also the area where the divine nature truly awakened not long ago.

The divine power here engulfed the source of the plague.

"I've always heard about this place, but I never thought I'd actually see it with my own eyes one day."

Lia stood on the ruins where new vegetation had already grown. Suddenly, countless tentacles spread out from the shadows, digging through the debris and fragments, and Lia crawled into the holes.

He arrived at the mine, where the area available for movement was quite cramped, and with mining underway, coal resources had become quite scarce.

"It seems we can't store some coal to sell back for money, but since they've organized people to mine in Gaikoso, doesn't that prove there are still many considerable mineral resources here..."

"I wonder if we'll be able to find any gold."

The gray mouse listlessly rummaged through the pile of rocks. Suddenly, it ran to a certain spot by muscle memory, and then habitually dug around in the cracks between the rocks, finding a small, hidden space.

Inside was an unassuming diary and a few pens.

"The original owner of this body had a habit of keeping a diary. If these are all the contents of his diary, then this is a great discovery."

Even during the arduous life of a miner suffering from amnesia and the days in Winstown when he knew he had little time left to live, he never gave up writing in his diary; it had become an instinctive habit.

"Actually, it's a pretty good habit..."

Ria muttered something and opened the diary.

June 15, 1872 (Endreus calendar), sunny, mood: good.
Today I was strolling in the Gekkoso Mountains and unearthed something interesting. I named it the Plague Bone. It has its own consciousness and is very dangerous. You can't get close to it, and even if you do, you can't do so without taking any precautions.

I think the people in the association would like it; I'll bring it back for them.

When will they start to respect what I bring back? I want them to see my spoils as if they could see me.

Okay, that seems a bit unrealistic, but I want to find more source bones.

June 16, 1872 (Endreus calendar), Cloudy, Mood: So-so

Continue digging for bones, but there's been little progress. Keep searching.

June 17, 1872 (Endreus calendar), sunny, mood: good.
Found it! Thanks to the wisdom of the door! Haha, praise the all-knowing and all-powerful Lord! Praise the truth!
Perhaps the abundance of extraordinary creatures in the mountains is due to these things; I need to investigate further.

June 18, 1872 (Endreus calendar), cloudy, mood: bad.

These things are the manifestations of the plague. The place where they gather is probably where the plague knight will eventually appear. Did some reckless person break the curse here?

How to fight against plagues? Humans have a hard time fighting against plagues.

There were many blank pages in the middle.

Ria continued to flip downwards.

June 25, 1872 (Endreus calendar), sunny, mood: good.
The Enderes Mountains have a special seal. If I break that seal here, perhaps I can fight fire with fire and Enderes can be saved.

As for who will become His host, no one is willing to do so, except perhaps me.

There's no way around it; I hold a high position of power, and with great power comes great responsibility. Besides, becoming that being's host is tantamount to becoming a god, isn't it? They all failed to seize the opportunity to become gods. After much thought, I realized that humanity cannot do without me.

July 3, 1872 (Endreus calendar), sunny, mood: bad.

Nobody told me that becoming a host requires death. Can I back out? I can't die yet. What will happen to the others if I die... And who can guarantee that the divine consciousness won't go out of control?

I'm starting to regret it, but I've already made a big promise to everyone and asked all the members of Class 06 to keep it a secret and pretend they don't know me when they see me. I really want to travel through time and beat myself up.

I told my colleagues about it, and he said it was ridiculous that I was afraid. Of course I am! I'm human too. How can a person not fear death? What do they take me for?

July 10, 1872 (Endreus calendar), sunny, mood: bad.

What should I do? I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die. It's so annoying. Today, my mentor even asked me in a dream when I was ready. Hephaestus and the others also came to ask me. How could they do this?

Why is the sky so clear all day? It's so sunny!

July 15, 1872 (Endreus calendar), sunny, mood: so-so.

I've thought it through. Let's do it today. I'm still me no matter what. It's worth sacrificing myself for the sake of Enderles.

But my mentor appeared to me in a dream and said that I will always be myself, no matter how I change, I will always be myself, and he will always consider me his student. I really don't understand their line of thinking.

July 16, 1872 (Endreus calendar), sunny, mood: so-so.

I've decided to fake amnesia; hopefully, the process won't be too long...

June 17, 1872 (Endreus calendar), sunny, mood: good.
Ria, I knew you would find this place. Are you still watching?

(End of this chapter)