They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 385 I'm going to report you!
But today he just had to be stubborn with himself. Lia watched helplessly as the plague doctor, unable to get into the correct position, leaned backward and struggled to get up for a long time.

“Listen to me, Kelcha, I’ve overheard something good.”

James simply lay down on the ground, looked at Ria, and the next second, he pulled out a glass of water from somewhere, opened his glasses, and poured it into the glass.

The sound of drinking water gurgling could be heard immediately. A moment later, James crushed the cup and shoved the crushed contents inside.

"Don't be angry after I tell you this... those people plan to use the mentor to break the war curse and control the war."

"That's quite an unusual way of thinking."

Ria wasn't angry when he heard this; he should have expected this to happen when he learned that his mentor had been transported to Cranbea.

Even if he could understand it, those people's actions still far exceeded his expectations.

The lowest point a person can reach is that there is no lowest point.

"I thought those people would at most study the mentor's extraordinary qualities, and then think about how to make ordinary people possess extraordinary abilities that they could control, and then recruit them for their own use. I didn't expect them to be so bold as to directly make him unlock the second curse seal."

The mentors are connected to the sect, and the sect is omniscient and omnipotent. Aren't those people afraid of the sect's retribution?

Speaking of the door, Ria suddenly remembered that the original owner of this body was also a believer of the door. In fact, he was the founder of the Truth Society, so his identity was quite special.

Those people who dared to lay a hand on their mentor likely targeted him beforehand.

However, the original owner's conditions were too outstanding, and in the end, she was seen as missing and her fate unknown in the eyes of those people.

The Chief Prosecutor's identity is special, and few people know his real name or real appearance. Perhaps the original owner of this body did not show his true face before.

All churches outside of Rising Sun were boycotted, and it is unknown whether Truth Society still exists now that it has lost him.

Now, the only thing that can prove his identity is a metal gear badge handed to him by the original owner.

Ria casually stroked the mythical creature's chin: "Since they dared to do that on the territory of the Order Headquarters, they must have been absolutely certain. I have to say that the person who orchestrated all of this is a madman, but through this, we can also deduce other things."

"For example—the cursed seal might be hidden in Kranbea, somewhere the planner knows about, or somewhere easily accessible in a short time. The first cursed seal looks like a scroll, so what will the second cursed seal be?"

"Don't look at me like that. If I knew, I definitely wouldn't have kept it from you. It might have just been a worthless piece of paper."

James lay on the ground and reached out his hand to Ria, who looked puzzled.

"Pull me up! I've been lying here for ages, and you've just been standing there watching. You really are a heartless bastard!"

Ria: "So how will those people get the mentor to come into contact with the War Mark? As bearers of the cursed blood, does the royal family know the location of the War Mark?"

As he walked out, carrying his cane, little Swarth jumped onto his shoulder and burrowed under his hat, completely unaware of James.

"Hey!"

James's voice echoed from behind: "Hey! Hey! You stupid patient! Come back and help me up! You can't treat me like this, I'm your attending physician! Do you understand what a doctor is?!"

I'm going to report you to the court!

Ria has not responded to this.

James realized from the sound that the patient had left the hotel, and he became furious, intending to get up immediately.

But in an instant, a tentacle emerged from the shadows behind him and gave him a push, allowing him to stand up successfully.

When James turned around, the tentacles had vanished, as if nothing had happened.

"Tch, at least you have a conscience."

……

After leaving the hotel with little Swarth, Ria felt refreshed after recovering from his serious injuries. Although the calls that kept flashing through his mind were more frequent and louder, he could simply ignore them.

If all else fails, he could remove the part of the brain responsible for that and make little Swarth a dinner like foie gras.

Ria had tried this before when she had nothing to do, and then little Swarth looked at the plate of brain slices in front of him and cried out in "emotion" without touching it.

Ria had no choice but to eat these things herself, sprinkling them with black pepper; they seemed to taste pretty good.

As he was thinking, he got a little hungry again, so he bought two freshly made hot dogs. The owner jokingly said that he didn't look like the kind of person who would buy these things, but rather like he was there to buy out their store.

Lia said she simply liked dressing like this, as it suited her identity as a businesswoman.

The shopkeeper asked him what he was selling, and Ria recommended his brains.

"Would you like to try some, a human brain?"

Lia still remembers the man's expression at that time; his face turned deathly pale, and the way he looked at her was strange.

Lia simply stopped teasing him. She just felt it was a pity that everyone couldn't try such delicious food. Many people would want to share something delicious with others after discovering it, and he probably had that kind of thought now.

"They're quite picky eaters."

The young man placed a hot dog on the edge of his hat. Soon, a small tentacle reached out, wrapped around his hand, which was wearing a black leather glove, and slowly moved toward the hot dog. Soon, the tentacle released his hand and dragged the hot dog into the hat.

A "gurgling" sound came from inside the hat.

"Is it tasty?"

"Goo."

"As long as it tastes good. If it weren't for all this trouble, we should go and try all the delicious food we haven't tried in Endlers, but actually there's not much good food in Endlers."

Perhaps I can take you to another country.

Ria chatted with Little Swarth, but soon he stopped and suddenly thought that if it weren't for all this trouble, he would never have seen the mythical creatures or encountered all the strange things that happened along the way.

Was the world really that good?

Having experienced countless dreams, Ria developed a resistance to the original world, as he felt it had been corrupted and turned into hell.

And the source of that hellish scene was him.

For a moment, he was lost in confusion, but he quickly broke free and continued walking toward Cranbea.

“Those people deserved it. They were just characters in my dream. No one should be an obstacle to my mind, and nothing can stop me from going back.”

"Isn't everything I've done just to go home?"

"They're still waiting for me."

Ria thought of his parents, his friends, and of course, the mythical creature was also his friend; he should take it back. But if he could actually take it back, it would violate his theory that this whole place was a dream. Ultimately, Ria was just deceiving himself.

Little Swarth had two glowing golden eyes inside the hat, and no one knew what it was thinking, or perhaps it wasn't thinking anything at all.

And so it followed Ria onto the train, the train bound for Cranbea.

At the train entrance, Ria encountered members of the Order Society who were scanning him with special equipment. The equipment suddenly emitted a scarlet, flashing red light.

"Patient? Show me your meme card right now."

Lia didn't ask why, but instead cooperated by taking out a meme card, covering the upper right corner with her finger, and showing them the Keeper of the Secrets image on the back of the card.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief: "The disordered can go to Kranbea, but your supernatural abilities must be sealed."

And why are you covering up the meme symbol? Hand over the meme sign so we can inspect it.

Ria: "Has this always been your attitude?"

He sighed and then put the meme card away.

These people had just seen the sign, so Ria simply used some of his abilities to make the deal happen.

Then, without looking back, he walked into the carriage. The investigators were momentarily stunned, and a strange impulse made them want to salute the young man, but they had other work to do.

"The previous person is fine, next one."

The person behind him was not a disorderly person, but just an ordinary patient trying to get away with it, so the investigators did not give him a friendly look and immediately arrested and detained him.

"You've got some nerve! Who gave you the audacity to appear in front of us so openly?!"

"Why is it that the person who just did it can?!"

"How dare you slander that person? Your crime is compounded!"

While the commotion outside was in full swing, Ria had already taken her seat and ordered a hot coffee and a newspaper from Cranbea from the flight attendant. She didn't add any sugar cubes and simply savored it sip by sip.

"Whoosh—" He blew on the steam rising from the surface of his coffee, then turned the pages of his newspaper.

In fact, with his current funds, he could easily buy a first-class seat, but Lia felt that would be a waste of money, and any waste of money was shameful.

Little Swarth remained nestled at the other end of the car seat, pretending to be a plush toy with two tufts of hair on its head.

It just stared with its round eyes, never needing to blink, simply watching its host flip through the newspaper, and little Swarth felt very happy.

Ria wasn't paying attention to the mythical creatures at the moment, but was quickly browsing the newspaper for the information she needed.

Then a new discovery was made.

"Several extraordinary beings imprisoned within the palace have escaped. Residents are advised to keep their doors and windows closed and minimize going out unless necessary."

"Any eyewitness who provides a clue will receive twenty silver coins, and the warrior who captures the extraordinary creature alive will be rewarded with 5000 gold coins and special commendation from King Wilton, payable on the same day."

"Five thousand gold coins!?" Lia was somewhat surprised that such a supernatural being would offer such a high bounty, and then she saw that they were all portraits.

These extraordinary creatures all appear to be half-human and half-snake, and regardless of their number, they all possess serpentine characteristics.

Seeing this, Ria asked the train attendant who was promoting food and local specialties in the carriage, "Has things been a bit unsettled in Cranbea lately?"

Why are you buying beef jerky?

"Did the cow complain to you?"

"I mean, if you want to get specific information from me, you have to buy something. It's an unwritten rule we've always had. I can tell you're here for the first time... so are you going to buy some beef jerky?"

"Oh, I see. I'm sorry, miss, I misunderstood."

Lia bought two large bags of beef jerky, stuffed a silver coin into the flight attendant's hand and said to keep the change. Only then did the flight attendant's expression soften. The speed at which she changed her expression was faster than flipping through a book.

She thought for a moment: "It's not peaceful for ordinary people, but both trains today are full of people going to Krambeia. Obviously, a significant portion of them are bounty hunters heading for the bounty."

Sometimes high risk comes with high reward. I heard that not long ago, there was a monster with an even higher bounty, but it was captured and brought back to the royal family shortly after its bounty was posted.

But soon after, even more half-human, half-snake monsters emerged from the palace. We all thought perhaps the nobles were holding some kind of charity event, trying every possible way to improve the living standards of bounty hunters.

"Judging from your appearance, you don't seem like a bounty hunter. You seem to be here to discuss business. But since you didn't go in first class or business class but came here instead, you must also need that fund."

Upon hearing this, Ria lowered her head and took a small sip of coffee while still holding the cup, then stuck out her tongue to lick the foam from the corner of her mouth.

He smiled and said, "You're absolutely right, ma'am. No one needs that money more than I do."

I'm a very greedy person; I'll die without money.

As he spoke, he put down the ceramic cup, reached out and took the silver coin back from the other person's hand, and then returned the goods to the other person.

Expired beef jerky doesn't seem to be of much use.

"Thank you for the information, madam. I wish you continued happiness in your life, that you make money soon, and that you never sell expired products again."

The flight attendant's eyes flickered, and she immediately bowed her head, saying, "I will, thank you—"

trading.

She said this to herself quietly, and then pushed the cart away.

Although selling expired food seems very unethical, Lia is not an unreasonable person. In many cases, turning a blind eye is easier than condemning someone outright.

What right do unscrupulous merchants have to tell others not to be unscrupulous merchants?

Are you eligible?

—Of course there are. After all, Lia's business principle is that if there is only one businessman left in the world, then there are no competitors, and all the money can be his.

Whenever I think of this rule, I inexplicably feel like laughing, and I don't know why...

If this were to actually come true, wouldn't I become a true evil god?

But he still longed to be an orthodox god, protecting people's trade and money.

Little Swarth also thought that Ria's ideas were great, after all, the host always seemed to care about no one, but in fact he was always paying attention to this and that.

If it weren't for being forced to make a living or for money, who would want to become a black market merchant? And how many people could truly abandon their conscience to do those thankless things?
However, to change these things, we may need to start from the root. Only when everyone becomes wealthy will the gap truly disappear.

(End of this chapter)