They all call me an Outer God.

The needle looked very sharp and thin, and the thought of it piercing into the skin tissue to deliver fluid terrified it.

Who would have thought that a mythical creature that fears nothing would faint from an injection? If word got out, other mythical creatures would laugh at it, but it just had an inexplicable aversion to that stuff.

Over the next few hours, its feathers gradually ruffled, and it retreated to a corner, its movements conveying the message: You demon, don't bring that thing near me.

James suddenly had a mischievous urge: "So you're afraid of this kind of thing?"

His voice sounded evil, but the plague doctor was just saying it to scare it; these potions were very precious, and the cost of acquiring them alone was considerable.

It would be a waste of these things to scare a silly mythical creature.

"Alright, Kelcha, it's time for your shot—"

James walked up to Ria with the alcohol swabs and reached out to touch his carotid artery. Although his body was heavily contaminated and filled with eye discharge, these things would only become visible after being exposed to a large area of ​​air.

Therefore, Ria's blood is still present in her blood vessels.

"Judging from your pet's reaction, you probably won't faint from needles too, but unfortunately we can't see your reaction now."

The cool disinfectant was wiped onto Ria's skin, and then a long needle was inserted into it, the liquid in the syringe disappearing at a visible speed.

The patient's physiological structure has changed to a certain extent, and cannot be viewed as a normal person. Therefore, it doesn't matter where the medication is injected; there is no need to find a specific location.

If possible, James even considered piercing a hole in Ria's eye on the back of her neck, but no one knew what would happen if that thing was injected with the anti-contamination drug, so it was best not to try it lightly just to be on the safe side.

Soon, the syringe of medicine was emptied, and James pulled out the needle, destroying the syringe and the needle together into ashes.

Ria's expression calmed down noticeably; she no longer frowned and tensed her muscles, adopting a defensive posture.

He opened his eyes, looking exhausted, and just stared quietly at James.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke, "Thank you..."

James thought he had misheard, and said in an exaggerated tone, "What did you say? Say it again!?"

Ria: "..."

"Did you just thank me? I can't be hallucinating... You're not Kercha, Kercha isn't that kind of person. Who are you!?"
Damn contamination, get out of my patients' bodies!

"James, you're out of pay this month."

"That's more like it! I knew Kercha wouldn't thank me—wait a minute! Why are you docking my pay again? If you keep doing that, will I even have a salary?!"

James pointed angrily at Ria, then saw him turn and laugh.

After a moment, he said, “Here, we are all not in control of our own destiny. You don’t want to be my doctor, I don’t want to be a patient, and I certainly don’t want to be a god.”

Actually, I would prefer to return to my hometown, even though there is nothing there, nothing extraordinary, and life is quite monotonous every day, but there are still many people who live a lively and bustling life every day.

Some people struggle to make three meals a day, some travel the world for their dreams, and some prepare meals every day, just waiting for their children to come home and chat.

That's just human nature, James.

I was born in a poor place, and I have seen the wretchedness of the lower class, the backstabbing and flattery of the middle class, and the sights of the top class.

To be honest, many times I don't understand the meaning of life. It's nothing more than birth, aging, sickness, and death, repeating the same cycle over and over again, like a pre-written script.

This was the first time he had talked to James about these things: "I once read a poem in which someone was talking to his friend about how short life is and how much they want to live forever."

Clearly, he didn't want to face death, but when I saw that poem, it was over a thousand years later; he was long dead…

"What do you think is the meaning of being human?"

James remained standing still: "Actually, I don't know the answer to this question either, after all, I'm not human."

"But everyone has their own definition of 'human being,' so the answer to this question is up to you."

I'm glad you're finally willing to talk to me about so many useful things, Kelcha. Before I became a full-fledged epidemic doctor, I interned at many hospitals and came into contact with quite a few patients.

Doctors, having witnessed so much birth, aging, illness, and death, become numb. But we are part of the angels of life, and our understanding of life is always superior to everyone else's. Therefore, every time we witness death, it is a torment for us.

Medical workers are always working tirelessly for patients, standing on the front line against death. I might tell you I eat people, but in reality, I can see the lifeline and know when people should die and when they shouldn't.

This is the cruelest part. Many times I watch patients' lifelines shrink, and I'm powerless to help. I've also pondered the meaning of life.

"Finally, I realized that life is probably a journey of experiencing the world. It has a beginning and an end, but the content in between is something you have to experience for yourself."

"Time is like a library, recording and preserving everyone's traces. Every life's existence is remembered by it, therefore, every life has its own meaning and value."

"Whether you are a god or a human, it is already a great thing to be alive."

James said this.

Finally, he added, "Hey, do you think I have a talent for public speaking? I used to work part-time giving speeches and selling books at junior and senior high schools, and the students there were all crying their eyes out."

Ria wasn't too moved, but little Swarth cried his eyes out because the injection looked so painful.

James couldn't understand or respect her. He asked Ria, "How are you feeling right now? What are your thoughts on the Glorious Rising Sun?"

Ria: "Just thinking about Him makes me dizzy and my mind goes completely blank."

That would be perfect.

After James finished speaking, he was about to pack up his medical kit and leave when Ria stopped him and told him that he didn't need to look after the royal family members for the next two days and could go wherever he wanted.

After listening, James felt that Ria was incredibly humane. The drug could temporarily reduce the contamination of the memes, so using the drug seemed to be the right choice.

"Then I can safely throw them out of the jail."

"You locked them up in jail?"

“The prison has a relatively large space and many rooms, and there are also fixed personnel who organize group activities every day, which better allows them to release their natural instincts.”

"Am I not more thoughtful than you? You're throwing a bunch of people into one room—the Slavery Convention even stipulates that a room can't hold that many people. Do you expect them to lie on the floor, piled on top of each other, to sleep?"

Ria: "I'm sorry, I haven't seen the Slave Convention."

"Actually, you can take some time to see. I know better than you how to treat people like human beings. Although the prison is far from here, the food is still quite good. We get up at eight in the morning, take a two-hour nap at noon, and go to bed at nine at night. We only have one day off on Sundays."

Ria suddenly felt that it was appropriate not to bring those people back suddenly, but to let them stay there temporarily. With the protection of the plague doctor, there was no need to worry about them being found by people with ulterior motives.

"Won't they go astray?" James: "I don't think it's a big deal if they go astray a little."

The two are now in agreement, a rare occurrence. They both believe that imprisoning the pampered royals and heirs of the cursed bloodline of the World Serpent is a good option, at least enough to slightly change their unique bad habits as hothouse flowers.

Liya tried to get out of bed, but her body felt as if she had been run over by a car.

He could only attribute it to the side effects of the medication and continued to stay in bed without moving.

"Did anyone come by while I was unconscious?"

"You were able to notice that?" James was secretly surprised, but he wouldn't deliberately hide it for his own personal grudge, so he told him that Ivand had come to see him.

However, he still used a lot of derogatory terms during this period, such as "that guy is neither human nor ghost now", "he can't even take care of himself and he still comes to meddle in other people's business", and "he stole my limelight".

"Does He think that having a few wings on His back is enough to be called an angel? That's just an image based on human aesthetics. A real angel is an extremely powerful superhuman being, whose very appearance should inspire awe and worship from everyone!"

Like an angel of life.

Ria recalled Gabriel, the angel of life whose appearance resembled a mixture of flesh, feathers, and rusty mechanical parts. He did look quite bizarre, but she never expected James to criticize other angels for not looking like angels.

James: "Image is what people imagine, and some people just happen to look exactly like the strange, incongruous image they imagine."

"I've always thought that kind of image seduces humans through some indescribable flesh trade, and it looks filthy, like it's been corrupted by some mother goddess who is abnormally obsessed with reproduction."

You didn't see it, those people were so stunned when they saw him they couldn't even move!
Why should we be feared by everyone when we become angels? If we don't deliberately suppress the pollution, countless more people will die.

He became increasingly angry as he spoke, leaving Delia speechless and bewildered as to where James got so much resentment from.

If the professors heard these defamatory remarks here, they would probably start a fight.

No, a fight is definitely going to break out.

"Okay, I understand how you feel, so I'll give you two days off."

"This is what I deserve!"

James was about to leave when Ria called him back.

Ria said that he was unable to move in bed and therefore could not keep his promise to Little Swarth, so for the sake of the mythical creature, he hoped that James could take it for a walk.

James refused without even thinking, and Little Swarth refused too; it absolutely refused to be with a guy who could give injections.

"You'll only get me to watch over this beast of yours when I'm dead!"

James made some tough remarks, but an hour later, the two of them were still standing on the street.

Schwarz transformed into the Plague Doctor, towering over him by a head. He carried a cane and a briefcase, wore a tall hat, and exuded a dark aura that made one hesitant to look at him.

It kept its head down and remained silent, and James was very reluctant to take it for a walk.

However, the mythical creature's taciturnity stems only from its inability to speak. When it sees something it deems useful, it will stand in front of it and point at the item, meaning it wants James to pay.

James found it shameless: "Don't you have any money yourself?"

Schwarz looked down at James, and just as James was about to lose his patience, it finally couldn't resist taking off his little hat and putting it on top of its own.

It had wanted to do this for a long time, but because James wasn't very tall, he couldn't reach it even if he stretched out his hand.

So now, he can laugh at him to his heart's content.

"Ouch!"

Haha, haha ​​...

……

"Drip-drip-drip-"

The alarms grew louder and louder, and many of the contained supernatural beings focused their attention in the same direction, becoming agitated.

Countless metal doors fell one after another, weapon lights flashed, and various laser beams instantly filled every corner, the darkness filled with red and blue interlaced light spots.

In this situation, even a mosquito, which cannot fly more than a few centimeters, would be completely erased in a temporal and spatial sense.

Many heavily armed personnel pointed the mysterious object's gun barrels at the person imprisoned in the containment cell, who appeared to be completely mummified and incapable of any further life activity.

Ivand lay there on the bed, not moving an inch from beginning to end, but the instruments used to monitor his soul's signs showed unusual data.

The straight line that should have been green was now completely chaotic, with an astonishingly large range of fluctuations.

It is also accompanied by screen fluctuations and a "sizzling" sound caused by the interference of current.

The unsuspecting outsiders were unaware of what was happening, but the regulators were very familiar with it.

Behind the specially made glass, no supernatural ability can hide.

Mentor Ivand sat by his bedside, glanced at his own horribly mangled body, and then looked at the crowd.

A divine voice echoed in the minds of all living beings.

You've overstepped your bounds. Even now, I still believe that killing you all was the right thing to do. Even if I hadn't done it, you would have eventually brought about your own destruction.

Someone moved the weapon a little closer.

Ivand narrowed his eyes.

[With a single command from me, all the contained objects here will go out of control, riot, and then break through containment, leveling this place, including the city outside.]

Doesn't that sound interesting?

His gaze sent chills down everyone's spine. Prosecutor Sphinx, who arrived just in time, faced him directly, said nothing, and simply waved for everyone to attack immediately.

"Boom!!!"

Instantly, the entire building of the Order Association trembled. Those mysterious items born from the supernatural were originally very suitable for fighting against the supernatural. Ivand's consciousness image was shattered by the attack, but he still laughed heartily.

The fear and hatred of those people are exactly the same as those of people hundreds of years ago.

(End of this chapter)