They all call me an Outer God.

Although Ria herself is not good at art, the person in front of her is at most just covering himself up, and has nothing to do with horror and bloodshed.

How did Haddock manage to paint such a portrait?

He is a realist painter, and judging from his style, he is not the kind of person who loves bloodshed. There must be something fishy about the monarch who is the model in front of him.

As for the person following him, Ria finally couldn't help but look up and meet his gaze.

The man sneered, "Hardek, your clothes are pretty good this time, much more tasteful than before."

clothing?

Yomos was probably referring to the body when he said "clothes," because for the great race, changing bodies is as normal as changing clothes, which explains why Yomos would say that. As for how they recognized themselves as Haddock, Ria guessed that they must have used special detection methods.

These races have methods of identification unknown to humans, and they are so confident in their intuition that no one even suspects that Haddock has been switched.

"Thank you for the compliment. I also agree that I have good taste," Lia said with a smile, which only made the other person quite angry.

Yomos stared at Ria with eyes almost popping out of their sockets. He gripped his paintbrush tightly, but calmed down after hearing a sharp crack. Immediately, someone stepped forward, took his paintbrush that had been broken with one hand, and offered him a new one.

“I’d like to see, Haddock, what charm you have that makes His Majesty favor you so much.”

He snorted coldly and looked at the monarch, who was now a model, with eyes full of reverence.

“Your Majesty, just looking at you gives me endless inspiration.”

He grabbed his paintbrush, dipped it in paint, and quickly began to paint, capturing the essence of the person in front of him with just a few strokes.

Ria remained expressionless. He hadn't even considered comparing himself to the other party. Any random scribbles were better than the forbidden paintings left by Haddock. It was just that Yomos's reaction was so strong that anyone who didn't know better would think Haddock had killed the king right in front of him.

"Let me think, if I draw it according to the king's appearance, it shouldn't be too bad."

Lia held up his finger and the paintbrush to compare with the monarch, looking quite professional. Then he just dipped his finger in the paint and applied it to the canvas.

It's no different from painting a wall; it's very simple.

However, when Ria grabbed the palette and looked down at the paint box, he suddenly paused for a moment.

At that moment, something that shouldn't have been there appeared at his feet.

A palm-sized hard object wrapped in white cloth.

When Ria's gaze lingered on it for more than three seconds, the fabric suddenly transformed into a pile of white reptiles that scattered, revealing the gray-green stone carving inside.

The stone sculpture is covered in mold, and a strange-looking creature is squatting on a square body, with what appear to be eyes on both sides emitting a red glow.

The creature was bloated, with a scale-like structure on its body that vaguely resembled a human figure, but its head was that of an octopus. Several tentacles hung down menacingly from its head, with sharp claws hidden beneath them. Behind it, there was a pair of tattered wings that were folded up, resembling those of a giant dragon.

When Ria looked at it, it seemed to be looking at him too.

"Tick-tock-"

Water on the paintbrush slid down the handle to the tip, and then fell to the ground due to gravity.

Where did the water come from?
Lia was wearing gloves and her hands weren't sweaty, and there was no sign of rain.

Water appeared without warning, and Ria felt the canvas in front of her gradually becoming damp.

As if sensing something, he suddenly looked up at the king, who had become a different figure in his eyes. The mask on the yellow-robed king's face was distorted, his clothes were ancient and tattered, and countless unknown things were surging beneath his robes. The next second, someone rushed out from under the robes with a look of terror on his face. This person was only half a body left, and his skin was covered with seaweed.

His bones and internal organs were dragged all over the ground, and just as he crawled toward Ria, showing his joy at being saved, a tentacle suddenly shot out from under the yellow clothes, wrapped around the man, and dragged him back.

"Click...click click click..."

The hem of the yellow robe billowed, and soon, everything disappeared.

The king slowly turned his head and looked at Ria through the mask. Suddenly, the mask and body disappeared.

Below is a pile of wriggling, steaming internal organs.

"!"

Suddenly, Ria covered her eyes, and a line of bloody tears streamed down her face through the gap between her hands and her face.

He couldn't help but laugh, and soon he was laughing so hard he couldn't straighten up.

"I see--"

His laughter grew increasingly unrestrained, but it was as if his artistic talent had been suddenly discovered. He picked up his brush, dipped it in paint, and quickly began creating his own art on the canvas.

At this moment, it seems that the person standing here is no longer Ria, but an art master created on the spot.

The master stood smiling before the easel, completely absorbed in the world of painting. His movements were swift and fluid, depicting invisible melodies in the air. His gaze was focused and profound, as if searching for some indescribable inspiration.

His hand wielded the paintbrush, each stroke filled with power and rhythm. The brush sped across the canvas, leaving distinct marks. Color blocks and dots intertwined, dots forming surfaces, and these marks created a vivid and magnificent work of art.

"Swish...swish swish."

The young man's shoulders rose and fell gently, his breathing even and powerful, as if he were one with the rhythm of the paintbrush. Everyone was inevitably captivated by him, for the artist's creative process is itself a form of art.
Now, the artist is not replicating the scene before him, but using his heart to feel and interpret everything he understands in that instant.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, with only the sound of the paintbrush gliding across the canvas echoing in the air.

The surrounding crowd watched this scene and couldn't help but hold their breath.

Legend has it that every stroke of the brush by a true master artist is a pursuit of beauty and a belief in art.

The young man before me moved with power and grace in every gesture, like a master performing his masterpiece on stage. Time seemed to stand still at that moment, with only him and his painting remaining.

As he painted, he forgot himself and the world; it seemed that only he and his creation remained in the entire space and time.

Finally, Ria stopped painting; the artwork was finished.

He stepped back a few paces, admiring his work, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction and pride.

"Your Majesty, this is my final gift to you."

"What!?" Upon hearing this, Yomos suddenly looked up at Ria in disbelief.

Only a dozen minutes have passed, has this person gone mad?

(End of this chapter)