They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 382 Run, Fish!
"These are not the same thing at all."

An enraged James shoved a piece of black bread into his eye socket; it had gone cold and was no longer as crisp and chewy as when it was fresh out of the oven.

It was as hard as a brick, but James still crunched it as if it were just a soft French fry, breaking it with ease.

Lia never quite understood how he ate. Other small pieces of food were fine, but the black bread, given its position, could only poke his eyes from his angle.

Are epidemic doctors supposed to poke their eyes and eat with their brains?
This is truly an unbelievable thing.

Ria looked at James: "So how often do you wash your mask?"

James leaned closer mysteriously: "I'll tell you, but don't tell anyone else."

“I promise I won’t tell anyone. No one will know about this except me and Schwarz.”

"Okay, actually..."

James wiped the bird's beak with his finger: "Food scraps piled up in the front of the beak can act as an air filter. When it's full, just eat some more."

Ria felt a chill run down his spine. He stared at James with a shudder. Even being surrounded by white masks hadn't terrified him this much.

The power of language is indeed terrifying.

"Stay away from me, stay away from me."

Swarth immediately rushed out, wrapped James with his tentacles, and threw him far away. Then his pupils shrank to pinpoints, and he bristled, turning himself into a sea urchin.

At this moment, the spikes on the "sea urchin" trembled, and James, who had been thrown into the air and then fell back down, landed smoothly, leaving everyone speechless.

He shouted from afar, "Hey! I was just kidding!"

Regardless of whether what he said was true or not, Ria didn't want to pay attention to him, but Steyr couldn't help but say, "You two seem to get along quite well."

"If this counts as a good relationship."

Ria didn't actually intend to kill the Plague Doctor, and now she has even less intention. Not being able to kill him is one thing, but whether it would dirty her own hands or Swarth's tentacles is another matter entirely.

"Swald, come here."

"Goo?"

Little Swarth removed his spikes and transformed back into a fluffy-feathered, round-eyed four-clawed owl.

It ran excitedly to Ria, and then saw Ria take out a wet towel, wrap it up, and wipe it clean.

Little Swarth had a small look of confusion in its big eyes. After wiping, it ran to the side and shook its fur, splashing deadly drops of strong acid all over the nearby ground.

Everything the host does is understandable; he must have his own reasons for doing so.

The problem must lie with yourself.

Thinking this through, Little Swarth began to consider whether he should take a proper bath.

Unlike the poodles and luxury cats that need to be cared for on wealthy streets, it can clean itself by itself following the entire bathing process.

When he first saw them on the street, little Swarth's small mind was deeply moved.

Why can they walk openly on the street, be carried by their owners, or be led on leashes for a free stroll, while it can only stay in a hat?

This is unfair.

So in deserted places, Ria allowed it to take a walk in the form of a dragon, or to swim in the sea as a bunch of tentacles.

"Gu..."

Little Swarth couldn't help but let its thoughts wander again; it also longed to be a dog and be led on a walk by Ria.

"What are you thinking?"

"Goo!"

Little Swarth shuddered, and then instinctively transformed into a dog.

Everyone turned their attention to this place, staring in shock at the suddenly appearing creature.

The creature that Shwar transformed into was enormous, resembling a black wolf with three heads.

The black wolf looked around and thought it must look very handsome, since everyone was rushing towards it to praise its majestic appearance.

Ria also praised it for looking like a hellhound, which Swarth didn't know, but it wagged its tail happily.

Then everyone started feeding it, and Swarth stored up the food so that he could sell it for money if he needed it later.

Actually, it didn't understand why it suddenly turned into this shape. Logically, it should have become like a poodle, white and elegant, but subconsciously it changed into a shape it had never seen before.

Ria understood why. Schwarz's thinking was a differentiation of his own consciousness, so it was normal for him to sometimes conjure up some incomprehensible things, such as his childhood self, or a hellhound-like wolf.

But he himself did not know what this body looked like in its childhood, or how Schwarz suddenly became like that. Only the body's original consciousness should know these things.

That is, the original Ria Kelcha.

Ivan's attitude is intriguing. Judging from the original owner's diary, the mentor was not a kind person. On the contrary, he was misanthropic and had a dark mind.

It's unclear what exactly he went through years ago, but the original owner finally managed to get him to open up to him. The mentor regarded the original owner as his student and valued him highly.

If he truly valued him, how could he have stood by and watched him go to his death? If Ivand truly still had his previous memories, he should have been hostile towards Ria upon seeing the current Ria, instead of continuing to treat him the same as everyone else.

"Is there anything else I haven't considered?"

Ria really wanted to know the answer, but it was probably only her mentor or the original owner of this body who knew it. Hephaestus and the others probably knew something too, but they wouldn't say it, and Ria would never ask.

"It seems that finding a mentor is the only option right now... but how can I rescue him from the Order Association headquarters? Am I just going to swagger in using my original identity?"

"That sounds outrageous."

Ria shook her head, deciding not to think about these things for the time being.

The group continued chatting, discussing their ideals and career plans, and expressing their hopes for a happy life once they were fully cured of the pollution disease.

Many people have lost everything because of this disease; they have been abandoned by everyone.

Ria once thought that he could eliminate this tragedy after he gained control of the plague, but in fact he could not, and even the original Plague Knight could not.

The first curse seal has been broken, and the plague has spread. Regardless of the presence of the Plague Knights, they will continue to spread supernatural contamination throughout the world.

But this authority is not entirely useless.

It can inflict new illnesses on others, or cause them to suddenly fall ill.

Such an ability would be quite useful against a tough opponent, but if used against a War Knight, the opponent probably wouldn't be too afraid of it.

He snapped out of his daze and began searching for James in the crowd.

Where is James?

Someone responded, "They're snatching durian from the child over there." Lia's expression changed slightly: "Don't let him eat the durian!"

But it was too late. By the time Ria found James again, he had already eaten all the durians from the children, leaving them sitting on the ground crying. The children's doctor glared angrily at James, but none of them dared to approach him, fearing they would be eaten as well.

Ria wanted to pretend she didn't know him, but James still came closer, reeking of durian.

The nearby witches smelled the odor and sprayed him with antibacterial potions. It took a long time before the air could barely smell anything again.

"If you were an angel's cell, how could other cells tolerate sharing a body with you?"

"They can't possibly run away."

James smiled, then turned and stared at the young and beautiful witches with ill intent, causing them to scatter immediately.

He then turned his gaze to Erfen, who was looking rather reserved not far away.

"That little guy, if I'm not mistaken, is he an investigator from the Order Association?"

"What do you want to do?"

“I felt that he had a quality that fit the recruitment criteria for disorderly individuals, so soon I planned to find him a doctor to treat the epidemic.”

That guy's a tactician, you know what that means, right, Kelcha?

"You mean, war?"

"That's right. When war is imminent or when there is a large-scale war in the world, there are an extra number of tacticians, and the battlefield is where they can best demonstrate their abilities."

James: "Have you thought of your next meme yet?"

Ria: "Would you recommend I choose the tactician role?"

James shook his head: "Wait a minute, it's not the right time yet. The War Knight hasn't really shown up yet. In terms of tactics, few can beat Him."

After saying that, he ignored Liya's reaction and continued to run to his colleagues to ask for all kinds of food, perfectly embodying the excellent habit of eating from his colleagues if they didn't give him any.

It's unclear how his "Best Epidemic Doctor of the Year" award was selected; he might have even coerced the selection process.

"What kind of people are these?"

Ria couldn't help but sigh. After chatting for a while, the group was then escorted back to their original locations by their respective plague doctors to continue their missions. Elfin and Ria were taken directly to towns around Cranbea by James, saving them a lot of effort.

There was already a plague doctor stationed there. After seeing Elfin, he asked him for the meme card, then put it between his hands and closed it. A moment later, a top hat card with multiple gears was completed.

Elfin took his meme card and felt that the new back of the card looked much better than the original dull, monotonous color.

“From today onwards, you are the Disordered One. I am your Plague Doctor, Jon Deli. You can discuss the details with me at the Guardian Headquarters in Cranbea. Now, your mission is to get there alive.”

"Huh?" Elfin was puzzled. He looked at Ria and Jon said righteously, "You can't rely on your colleagues. This is a test for yourself. If you can't pass it, you'll only face death in your current situation."

Suffering from a terminal illness and betraying the Order Association, you should think it over carefully.

Looking at his stern attitude, Ria couldn't help but think of her own experience when she first became a Disordered One. There was nothing to revisit about that experience, but she wondered how Mrs. Ster and Angela were doing now.

While he was still thinking, Jon looked at James and said, "You seem to be getting fatter and fatter?"

Ria: "Wasn't he this fat before?"

“In the past, James was a tall, well-mannered doctor.”

Ria felt that the doctor might not be good at using words, and neither of those two words would be appropriate for James.

It's not appropriate right now, at least not at the moment.

James recalled the past with pride: "Of course, I've told you before that I love sports and dream of becoming a football player. I've loved all kinds of balls since I was born."

And now it's spherical.

This was not his original intention.

Jon glanced at James: "Back then, he went on a field mission to find a supernatural creature called the Glutton, which only appears in land that has been arid for many years."

Because of the prolonged drought, crops nearly failed, and a locust plague further exacerbated the situation. The availability of unpalatable food led to a decline in people's sense of hunger and morality, resulting in cannibalism.

"At the time, James ate all the malaria to prevent them from spreading, thinking he could eliminate them with his own strength, but they were more troublesome than he had imagined."

Even if they were all eventually eliminated, James would still retain the instinct for gluttony.

"So that's it."

Ria patted James on the shoulder.

"So not showering also counts?"

"There are other patients here, can't you give me some face?"

Everyone then turned their attention back to Erfen, and to their surprise, they found that Erfen was moved to tears.

"So great, so pitiful."

"So pathetic."

Ria repeated, and James immediately said, "Don't mimic people."

Jon took Alfin away from there, intending to leave the patient in a remote place and let him travel to Cranbea on his own. During this time, all of Alfin's senses, including his vision, were blocked.

When I opened my eyes again, I was faced with a barren wasteland, with only a small lake to solve my drinking water problem in the short term.

The doctor thoughtfully placed a knife at his feet, but nothing else.

"No, why is this different from the life of the disordered people I imagined?"

Why did I have to survive in this wilderness from the very beginning?

Alfin, starting with only a knife, was in despair. He decided to first reach the lake and see if there was anything to eat or use that he could collect.

The good news was that there were animals drinking water, and after Erfin threw the knife around wildly, he successfully killed a rabbit.

Soon after, Elfin sat on the ground looking up at the sky. There were a few sparse trees by the lake. He struggled to start a fire by rubbing sticks together and roasted the rabbit. He then wrapped the fur around his neck to protect himself from the temperature changes between day and night.

In such an open area with little shade, the temperature difference between day and night will be extremely large, and if you are not careful, the elfin may turn into some kind of fruit with a very high sugar content.

After all, a large temperature difference between day and night is conducive to the accumulation of sugar in fruits.

Just as he was making fun of himself with some absurd thoughts, a figure suddenly appeared in the distance.

It appeared to be a young man wearing a white coat, carrying something on his back, walking this way.

His speed seemed to be increasing.

Finally, Erfen's eyes widened.

This was not a young man at all; he suddenly turned into a huge, running fish with a fish head and a human body!
(End of this chapter)