They all call me an Outer God.

"Please don't look at businessmen with prejudice, sir."

Ria smiled, a smile that gave people a warm illusion, as if the person in front of them was completely harmless and trustworthy, making people feel just by looking at him that he must be a very cultured and moral person.

But the bounty hunter remained cold: "I've seen plenty of people like you. Nine out of ten businessmen are shady; they won't get up early for nothing. Stay away from me!"

"That's terrifying, that's terrifying..."

Lia pretended to be frightened by his gaze, clutching her chest as she walked away, unaware that her behavior resembled that of a pretentious black fox.

The bounty hunter stared in the direction he left, clenched his fist, and then quickly walked away. But at the next turn, he saw the young man resting on a bench, leaning on the handle of his cane.

"..."

The man immediately turned around, and then at the next corner, he saw the young man performing magic tricks for nobles on the street. He took off his top hat, grabbed a handful of playing cards from it, and threw them upwards. The cards turned into white doves and fluttered into the sky.

"What the hell."

The man's breathing became rapid, and his heart pounded faster and faster. Almost without thinking, he took off running. Then he heard a strange yet melodious flute sound, coming from afar and getting closer and closer.

He saw a young man playing a flute on the street, and a cobra slowly emerged from the bamboo basket in front of him, swaying its body in rhythm with the flute music.

That person was like a ghost; it seemed like you could run into him no matter where he went.

Sometimes, the young man would toast him from a pub seat on the street, and the next second, he would greet him through the glass of an upscale restaurant, the knife and fork in his hand still glistening with the blood from cutting some uncooked meat.

"What on earth is going on today?! Could it be that we really encountered a ghost?"

The man randomly found an underground bar and hid inside. He squeezed into the crowd, and the warmth of the gathered people made him feel slightly safe.

A lively shout came from ahead. It turned out that a group of people were watching a boxing match. Through a cage-like wire fence, they watched their favorite fighters fight each other shirtless, showing off their muscles, until they were dead.

This kind of pleasure drove everyone crazy, but it also made the man somewhat panicked. He had never been to a place like this before, and the atmosphere here was not normal.

The people behind the barbed wire threw punches at each other with such force that they seemed intent on shattering the opponent's internal organs and bones.

Soon, someone was defeated, collapsing to the ground in a bizarre posture that no one with normal bones could possibly do.

People clearing the area dragged him out and threw him into a room where the sound of dogs barking could be heard, followed by the sounds of flesh being torn apart and hoarse screams.

The winner gets a shoulder massage, waiting for the next unlucky one to take the stage.

He roared like a wild beast, raising a blood-stained fist: "Who else can fight me? Is there no one left, you bunch of women?!"

The audience members below the stage were also discussing it enthusiastically.

"Hips is the undefeated king here. Wherever he is, there is victory. Betting on him for the next game is definitely the right move."

"What do you mean by 'bet'?"

The bounty hunter asked a question, only to be met with a glare from the other party.

"You don't even know this? Where did you come from? Are you new here?"

"Of course we should bet money on him. The more we bet, the greater the return. Judging from the recent market, there's no one else who can beat us except Hipps. Who else should we bet on?"

"But even the strongest person is still human, and it is impossible to win every time."

"That's true, no one can be blessed by Lady Luck forever, but shouldn't he make money for us while he's still able to play?"

During the conversation, Hipps on stage began shouting, "Next, is there anyone else?"

He shouted for a long time but no one was willing to come up. Just when everyone thought that no one could challenge Hipps anymore, a dark figure walked out from the crowd and stood on the stage.

His attire was impeccable, and his eyes behind his glasses were calm and expressionless.

Immediately, people started jeering: "This little one isn't allowed to play here! Where did this kid come from? You'd better go back to your mother!"

Compared to the muscular giant standing over two meters tall in front of him, the young man's physique was indeed insignificant, and he was also too young. Soon, people began to speculate how many seconds he could last against Shipps.

"I'll guess for a second."

"It'll be half a second. Who ran away from here? I guess some nobleman wanted to experience life here, hahaha. He's quite good-looking, really good-looking—but it's a pity he'll soon perish here and turn into a pile of mud."

"Hey, newbie, judging from your eyes, are you thinking of betting money on that guy?"

"Do not……"

"That's right! Quickly take out your money and keep betting on Hips with us. He'll show you what true revelry is!"

"No..." The man's face turned deathly pale. When he saw that familiar face again, he felt only horror and dread!
He wanted to escape, but there were just too many people here. Everyone was looking forward to the scene of the young man having his spine broken by a muscular man's punch. The more glamorous the city, the darker the darkness behind it. No one dared to imagine the private hobbies of people who put on a noble facade.

But the bounty hunters didn't care what they did. These people didn't know who they had offended. Some of them were even recklessly making the young man on the stage take off his shirt according to their rules.

Lia glanced at them expressionlessly, then reached out and unbuttoned her coat in front of everyone, threw it on the ground, took off her vest, and loosened her tie.

Now, all that was left underneath was a white shirt. He gave them a malicious, squinting smile: "Want to see?"

The voice was no different from that of a demon from hell, yet some people nodded without realizing it. Then everyone heard the man say, "Then leave all your money behind. Do you think I don't have the means to keep your money?"

"Gentlemen, will investing some money in me bring unexpected returns, or are you so afraid to lose that you dare not invest your money in me?"

Soon, someone in the crowd muttered to themselves, "I refuse to believe it."

He switched his bet to Ria, and more and more people followed suit. Soon, very few people were betting on Hips' side because they thought they would win.

With just a few words, he changed everyone's mindset and drove them crazy. The bounty hunter took a deep breath and continued to look for an opportunity to escape.

Then, the next second, everyone saw the young man on the stage take off his shirt and throw away his hat.

The body inside wasn't as thin as it appeared; instead, it had extremely well-proportioned abdominal muscles with great definition. Clearly, this person might not be as weak and powerless as people imagined when they fought.

Immediately, everyone became excited, watching the young man rush towards Hipps, and everyone cheered for him.

The bounty hunter felt that the world must be insane; either the world was insane, or he was insane.

In any case, one of them will eventually go crazy.

However, the next second, something even more explosive happened. Hipps looked at the young man charging towards him and punched him in the head, smashing it open. Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, even onto the faces of the astonished audience.

The young man died just like that.

And what did they do? They inexplicably bet all their money on him, and then he died. Doesn't that mean they lost the whole bet?

But who else bet on Hipps?

The bounty hunter seemed to have found his answer. He glanced thoughtfully at the corner where a neatly dressed woman, Ria, still smiled, swirling a tall glass in her hand as she looked at her own gruesome corpse under the stage lights. "Isn't it really interesting? Watching their expressions always brings me pleasure."

The man's gaze was icy, and he trembled all over: "I knew it, I knew you wouldn't die so easily."

"who are you?"

"As for me... it would take a long time to explain my identity, but to avoid wasting time, I'll keep it short."

Lia drank the wine in her glass and slammed it down.

“I feel that you are currently facing some life-threatening situations. Have you considered learning about the God who governs business and money and seeking His protection?”

"You're from an underground church here to preach?! Okay!"

"I should have known long ago that nine out of ten businesses are shady, and the other one is a pyramid scheme."

Ria: "...Actually, these are all prejudices."

"Sir, are you really not considering believing in our great and exalted Lord of Trade, the just judge, the embodiment of fairness?"

"I will absolutely never believe in your so-called god! Even if I die!"

"Are you a follower of the Rising Sun Cult?"

"I don't believe in the sun! Any belief in it seems utterly foolish to me!"

Lia understood.

"Of course, I respect all beliefs, including atheists, but you don't seem to be an atheist either."

As someone whose status is always revered and whose bloodline should be the center of attention, it's only natural that they would think this way, wouldn't you agree, Your Highness?

Now, a chill ran down the man's spine. He felt a coldness shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, but he already knew that he couldn't escape at all.

"How did you know?"

"I have my own way of doing this."

Ria had followed the group of bounty hunters and already knew their characteristics, but the person walking on the street possessed an aura that those people lacked. Even if royalty had fallen on hard times, they were still royalty.

One's own aura and the cursed bloodline of the gods are difficult to conceal with just a set of clothes used for disguise.

Therefore, Ria saw through his disguise almost immediately. This man was clever, choosing to hide in the bustling city, but he wasn't entirely clever either.

"And your reaction is too extreme. Have you never seen many superhumans before?"

This wasn't the place to talk, so Ria left after collecting a sum of money.

The man posing as a bounty hunter is named White. He looks much older than his age, which is why his siblings often tease him.

"You won't betray me, right?"

White couldn't help but ask Ria, who confirmed it.

"Of course, it is my honor to meet you in the city. I support all royalty and have heard of your deeds."

"To be honest, you who possess the blood of gods should be loved and adored by everyone, but now those people treat you like plague carriers. Don't you, Your Highness, think this is unfair?"

“It’s so unfair! I can’t even imagine what those civilians would say about us. If Golis hadn’t told us everything and told us to run, we would still be in the dark.”

“I really don’t want to go back, and I don’t want to see anyone in the palace. When I think about it, they are all so repulsive. What I once thought was home is now a real hell.”

"Father... Father, he is the truly pitiful one. What difference is there between him and a caged bird?"

"The difference is probably that he has the consciousness of the World Serpent within him, and the next person to ascend the throne will also inherit that thing. In their eyes, the only meaning of your existence is probably to maintain the stability of Enderus."

"That's truly pathetic."

White covered his forehead and sighed deeply: "We didn't do anything."

"Some things are burdens we are born with, regardless of anything else."

Some people are born at a point where most people can never reach the end, while others are born into a living hell.

"So, Your Highness, what are your plans now?"

Ria took him to a restaurant, intending to use the money he had earned to buy something to eat. White looked at the black, unidentified creature on the table, which had swallowed the plate along with it, and shook his head.

"Actually, I don't know either. Logically, I should leave this place, but the defenses around here are getting tighter and tighter, and their spies are everywhere in the unseen corners."

And even if I run, what can I do? Do you know why I was terrified when I saw your abilities? Because even though we are also called monsters or superhuman beings by those people, we can't do what you do at all.

At most, he's like a wild beast... What kind of god is this? If this is what a god is, then gods are utterly useless.

Ria: "The World Serpent once slept because of the radiant sunrise."

"See, I told you He was useless!"

"But the reason He slept was mostly because He resurrected everyone with His own blood. In my opinion, He is the one who truly deserves the faith of Enderus."

The usurper has deceived the world for far too long with that false light; the truth will be revealed sooner or later, and then judgment will make everyone pay the price.

The young man used his knife and fork to cut through the meat in front of him, and pale red hemoglobin flowed out.

"You may have heard of the Day of Judgment, the day when God awakens to judge the world."

The main purpose of trade is to weigh justice on that day—to judge the sinful god.

Ria spoke with unusual conviction and made no attempt to conceal his actions of judging God, even though he had recently prayed before the statue of the Rising Sun. Yet, in the blink of an eye, he was able to utter such words.

White seemed moved by his words, and his eyes gradually lit up.

"Which church worships the 'God of Trade' you mentioned?"

At that moment, Ria knew that the other party had taken the bait.

He put down his knife and fork, and many golden pupils gradually appeared on his skin, staring unblinkingly at White in front of him.

"The church that supplies trade is called—"

"【gold】."

(End of this chapter)