They all call me an Outer God.

It's considered strange because a normal pregnant woman wouldn't show that expression—an expression that only appears when she's extremely aroused—the moment someone touches her.

Her skin was flushed, and she was panting heavily with her mouth open, clearly indicating that she was overly excited, experiencing both pain and pleasure.

Everyone began to whisper among themselves, trying to stay as far away from the strange woman on the ground as possible; no one knew what would happen if they got too close.

So the only one who suffered was the doctor himself.

He glanced at Luti and determined that she was about to give birth. He immediately ordered more doctors to be found, as the more doctors there were, the lower the risk. In front of His Majesty, it would be unacceptable for him, as a doctor, to let a pregnant woman die during childbirth.

However, judging from the pregnant woman's current condition, especially her belly which is as big as a balloon, a natural birth is impossible, and a cesarean section is the only option.

So he prayed to the rising sun, put on his gloves and mask, and waited for a long time but no other doctor came, so he had to handle the situation by himself.

"Is there anyone who can help hold her limbs down? I'll take care of the anesthesia."

Upon hearing this, no one in the crowd moved until Wilton gave the order, at which point someone reluctantly stepped forward and approached the pregnant woman on the ground who was making strange noises.

"Your Majesty, I still feel..."

The doctor muttered something as he watched as everyone held down Luti's limbs. After ensuring he had properly disinfected and anesthetized her, he picked up a scalpel and carefully cut open the pregnant woman's abdomen.

Then, he saw something unusual.

After a gap appeared in the belly, purple smoke spread out from inside. Soon, the belly deflated as the smoke overflowed, leaving it empty.

The doctor was stunned, and everyone was stunned.

They said she was pregnant, but they clearly saw the outline of a baby moving inside her belly before. Where is the baby?
At this moment, the person who was restraining Luti's limbs noticed that the person below was trying to break free of her restraints, and the force was getting stronger and stronger.

Before anyone could react, Rudy's eyes suddenly turned red, her veins bulging, and she knocked everyone off their feet, lunging at the doctor and biting his face, tearing it apart fiercely—

The speed was so fast that no one could react.

"I knew she was a monster, a demon!"

"Protect Your Majesty!"

People fled, some screamed, and some daring individuals fired several shots at Rudy, but none of this could sway her.

She clung tightly to the doctor, munching on the food that provided her with nutrition. After a while, her shriveled belly stretched out like a membrane, gradually enveloping the doctor entirely.

Her gaze revealed physical satisfaction and tenderness.

"Child, eat if you're hungry. Mother will satisfy all your needs."

Rudy closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and it seemed as if many fleshy growths were gradually growing on her head. Those fleshy growths wriggled and stretched, and in a very short time, they grew into flesh-colored tentacles.

The doctor's body was quickly stripped of its moisture by the extraordinary pollution, shrinking to the size of an infant.

Luti's belly also automatically closed, returning to its original pregnant state.

She cradled her belly, slowly turned her head, and looked at everyone.

"I would like to inquire about an unknown entity. Have you heard of the Lord of Trade?"

Master of Trade?

The group exchanged bewildered glances. Most of them had never even heard of her. Perhaps some had been unintentionally influenced by the trade, but they would never reveal her without her permission.

But now, Luti has brought up that name in public.

Cranbea Palace.

Lia was in a good mood after handing over the royal children to the palace and receiving a large sum of money. He leaned on his cane, looking around the city and taking the opportunity to do business with others and sell his surplus items.

The market has a large number of stalls, and sometimes you can find other people who are also disorderly to resell goods.

“I say, young and elegant gentleman, you are clearly full of taste and discerning eye. This sword of mine is a mysterious item. I obtained it from a cave full of extraordinary creatures. It can cut through iron like mud.”

Legend has it that whoever can pull it from the stone will become the future master of Enderus!

Ria glanced at the sword stuck in the stone: "Is this your reason for charging by weight?"

“You can study the stone beneath the sword slowly. If you buy it and train it every day, one day the sword will recognize you and automatically draw the stone. Then you will be the chosen one! Doesn’t that prove its value?”

As the vendors introduced their goods, Lia was watching when suddenly her figure was enveloped in shadow.

He turned around and what he saw was an astonishingly large chest.

Lia silently turned her head back: "..."

A tall, muscular, bald man with a bare chest walked in, shrugging his muscles: "What lousy stone? This guy is a fraud. There's nothing I can't make."

Just as Ria thought he was about to show off his skills and went up to draw his sword, he pulled out a cutting machine from behind him, and also got an axe, a hammer and a shovel.

The equipment is quite complete.

Bystanders remarked, "This is probably the convenience brought about by technological advancements."

But the vendors seemed quite confident.

He let the strong man do as he pleased; whether it was chopping with an axe, smashing with a shovel, hitting with a hammer, or even cutting with a cutting machine, it was all in vain.

You should know that he was already very strong, but even so, the stone did not budge an inch, and not even a few stone chips fell.

The vendor became even more smug: "Look, this isn't some shill I hired. This mysterious item is something you can't even imagine. You're incredibly lucky to have seen it. I'm going to make a promise right here: if anyone can pull it out, I'll give that person the sword!"

The strong man tried to pull out the sword, but it wouldn't budge. Everyone around tried, but no one could successfully take it away.

Just as the merchant was feeling smug, Ria stepped forward and tentatively grasped the sword, using some force, but still couldn't draw it.

His strength is more terrifying than everyone else combined; if even that strength isn't enough, it's probably impossible to pull it out.

Lia didn't feel any regret. Just as he was about to leave, a strange voice suddenly rang in his mind.

【My Lord, Faceless Trade, please forgive my intrusion, I am merely a Hephaestus clone wandering around Cranbea.】

I swear I've hidden myself very well and haven't been found all these years. I've also been very well-behaved, and I even opened a cake shop to prepare a seven-tiered birthday cake to see if I could present it to His Majesty as a birthday gift.

Honestly, I've always been very well-behaved!

So, is there something you need?

Ria replied to him mentally. Hephaestus usually wouldn't bother him in his mind; if he did, it was always at a considerable cost and for something important. Hearing his voice, the Hephaestus was visibly delighted.

"Yes, my lord, today on the King's procession, a pregnant woman who was about to give birth appeared, but she was not pregnant. Instead, she transformed into a supernatural being and attacked humans in the street."

The guy has been apprehended by the investigators who arrived, but I doubt they'll be able to hold him for long.

None of that is the key point. The key point is that she publicly called out your name, that is, the "Lord of Trade." Do you have any clues about that?

【…】

As Ria pondered, she still had no recollection of the pregnant woman. Ever since the Golden Church was established in the Dreamland, the faith of its believers had been guided by intelligence, and the church's self-management of matters had greatly reduced Ria's burden.

However, it now seems that the Golden Church still needs improvement, and simply leaving faith to intelligent will is not a good idea.

Send me your coordinates, I'll be there right away. You'd better tell the truth, or you'll be eating the king's cake at the banquet tonight.

Ria replied to Hephaestus in his mind, then turned cold and quickly left the spot, still holding the sword hilt in his hand. The sword was knocked to the ground directly from the stone, and the once incredibly solid rock was now as hard as tofu.

People stared wide-eyed, while the crowd gasped.

Ria quickly disappeared into the street and into the crowd, while the sword on the ground served as a reminder of what had just happened.

The crowd looked at each other, unsure how to react. Just as someone tried to pick up the sword, it vanished without a trace.

"Boss, your fake sword is gone."

"It's true! Mine is real!" the merchant argued, then remembered the rumors about the sword, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead and back.

The sword has been drawn, but the king of Enderus can only be of the Wilton lineage. If not, then Enderus will face an unprecedented catastrophe.

This is an inescapable curse, and an unavoidable fact.

He possesses the prophetic meme, and that couldn't be clearer.

"This is bad, this is bad."

"Boss, what's wrong...?"

"Don't call me boss. I don't know you, and I've never been a boss. From today onwards, none of you should say you've ever seen me. I'm going abroad, and I'm leaving right now!"

After saying that, the vendor chased everyone out and packed up his stall, ready to run away at any moment.

On Ria's side, he had already quickly arrived at the coordinates indicated by Hephaestus using the magician's memetic abilities. To be cautious, he even deviated from the coordinates by a considerable distance, transforming into a pigeon and circling in the sky before landing after confirming that there was no danger.

This time, Hephaestus's clone is wearing a chef's hat and clearly just ran out of the baking room, without even putting down his cutting knife.

Upon seeing Ria, he pointed to a spot not far away. Ria had just seen the whole scene and knew that those people were suppressing the woman who had become a superhuman, and that they couldn't suppress her anymore.

"The disclosure of one's name is always a troublesome matter, especially for someone as cautious as you. And today, it would be one thing if the people who heard these things were just ordinary people, but they are nobles or even the monarch himself."

I said, "My Lord, should I kill them all for you?"

Hephaestus said that to him, killing those people, including the king, seemed as simple as discussing whether or not he could have a drink of water.

This group of people had no concept of good or evil. Even if they killed the king and destroyed Enderus, they would only find it interesting, and then they would gather together to open champagne and celebrate, and incidentally smash the heads of their fellow beings with empty wine bottles.

"What is the background of that extraordinary creature? Although the Golden Church's program in the Dream Realm is relatively weak, it is not something that an ordinary extraordinary creature can crack."

Hephaestus smiled: "Who knows? Maybe it's related to the Book of Revelation."

Its prophecy foretells the gradual awakening of many mythical creatures, and this is just a sign; you might want to hurry.

"Only by devouring the four powers of the Apocalypse before they awaken, and then, if possible, the Radiant Sun, can we have a chance to survive."

Can you imagine what the world would be like without the sun?

"I can. My original body has traveled through many star systems and dimensions, places where there is no sun, and I am still alive and well."

“These two are completely different.” Ria couldn’t help but cover her forehead, continuing to observe the situation over there.

Rudy seemed to sense his gaze, and her expression became even more lewd. She turned her head to look at an investigator and was about to break free from her restraints to bite him. At this moment, her belly also began to stir.

"My lord, I sense you! Where are you? Come out quickly!"

The woman's voice was shrill yet tinged with pleasure. Seeing that she couldn't break free, more fleshy tendrils grew from her belly, until finally her flesh turned inside out, enveloping herself and even the investigator.

Riadon sensed something was wrong, put away his cane, and reached out to grasp something in mid-air. A scythe made of tentacles gradually appeared in his hand.

The next second, Ria rushed out and cleaved through the flesh with a knife, rescuing the investigator.

"You're no match for her, why don't you call more help?"

The investigator looked at him: "Are you a disorderly person?"

"Can't people who are out of control save lives? I don't think we should discriminate against people who are out of control."

"No, call the plague doctor. You can't beat her. That thing is the mother..."

Ria reassured the investigators, "I'll try to hold on until that moment."

As he spoke, he stood up, picked up his sharp and enormous scythe, and stepped forward, giving a slight nod to King Wilton.

In Wilton's view, the young man he had seen before wielded a black scythe. The heavy, massive scythe was as light as a feather in his hand. He directly severed the head of the supernatural creature with a single stroke, and countless tentacles engulfed it and sank it into darkness.

Now, I don't have to worry about that guy saying anything inappropriate.

Then came the strange cries emanating from the body on the ground. Its shape became increasingly grotesque, and it continued to expand, its flesh extending, and many reproductive organs resembling uteruses appeared inside.

"Hoaaaaaaahh ...

It roared, wriggled, and twisted in suppressed agony, its intestines entwining with other organs, and many mouths sprouting from the surface of the uterus, inside which grew sharp teeth and slender tongues.

Some people with weak wills, upon seeing this scene, began to take off their clothes on the street while shedding tears and drooling.

Fortunately, their clothing was elaborate; for the sake of aesthetics, a single dress could be layered with more than a dozen other dresses, and they also had corsets so tight they seemed to break one's ribs.

Compared to the women, the men undressed much faster, but as long as they didn't go that far, it was considered harmless.

The most critical thing right now is... if we don't stop the contamination from seeping in, the king's robes will soon be stripped off and become the king's new clothes.

(End of this chapter)