They all call me an Outer God.

What a clever way to build a sense of belonging! By making one's original hometown one's final destination, how could anyone not feel a sense of belonging here?

If what the monster said earlier is true...

Lia thought to himself, he really had no home.

The stars are the only place to go, which means there is no place to go here at all.

Spacetime was in chaos, and he didn't know why his residence had become an ancient city in the deep sea. Perhaps the old world had also descended in the end, and a great flood swallowed everything, or perhaps some being had brought a city from some spacetime.

Only upon closer inspection can one discover that the architectural styles here are not uniform. There are architectural styles that Lia is familiar with, as well as architectural styles that are so bizarre that they seem to have never appeared on this planet.

Lia originally thought it was an abstract sculpture, never expecting it to be a habitable house.

"My previous decision was indeed correct; I shouldn't have relied on my former hometown as a source of emotional support."

After all, he's an adult now and shouldn't always act like a child who never grows up, nagging and demanding to go home.

"Furthermore... what exactly does 'the stars' mean? Does this planet not belong to the stars? Or did the child from before say that the stars had another meaning?"

Our understanding of the stars is still too vague. What we do know is that none of the mythical creatures that Ria saw belonged to this planet; they came from outer space.

Extraordinary beings emerged under their influence.

Just as Ria was completely baffled, the hallucination reappeared.

His younger self, before he transmigrated, stood before him, but the difference was that his black eyes had completely turned gold.

"What have you thought about, my dear self? Now all I need is your answer, and you can stay forever. The people here will be revived because of you, and you can still live the peaceful life you once had."

"really?"

“Of course, I swear in the name of the Lord of R'lyeh—”

Before the boy could finish uttering the word "swear," countless dark thorns pierced him completely.

Ria remained standing in the same spot, doing nothing, yet she could control the thorns formed from the tentacles at will.

He felt no pain as his hallucination was shattered; he was simply puzzled: "What do you mean? Didn't you want to go home the most?"

"Wake up, there is no place for you here, and no one cares about you. Everyone who interacts with you is just trying to use you to achieve their own shady goals... I am the one who knows you best."

"I can only say that your information is somewhat outdated."

Ria shook his head and walked towards the other person step by step. After a moment, he reached out and touched the top of the illusion's head, as if he were stroking his own head when he was a child.

The young man leaned down and whispered in the other's ear, "Actually, I've gotten used to life here, and I don't want to give up my current abilities. But what can I do? Black marketeers are inherently a selfish meme."

“Every day I spend here keeps me on edge and prevents me from relaxing, yet I truly enjoy this feeling. It makes me feel that my life is full of excitement, challenges, and fun.”

"They want to use me, but in the end they need to understand one thing: making a deal with me is not a worthwhile thing."

"To be honest, I have indeed been affected by the idea of ​​war. Now I don't want to play house with you anymore. I just want to find some people to vent to."

"I think you're pretty good."

"Snapped!!!"

With a slight squeeze, Ria crushed the head in his hand as easily as crushing tofu. Brain matter mixed with blood exploded and spread in the seawater, and an eyeball floated out. This action seemed to send a signal, as countless ancient remnants covered in algae opened their blood-red eyes, their gills opening and closing.

Their teeth are sharp, and their tongues stick out like worms.

At this moment, these people recklessly poured out of the city and rushed towards Ria.

Ria saw that they were wearing clothes he recognized, but even so, he ruthlessly pierced them all with his thorns.

"Is that all you've got? That can't be right. If I were that being, I wouldn't even give you a second glance, given how weak you all are."

In other words, these people are just cannon fodder, their only purpose being to buy time and try to use the memories that Ria is familiar with to make him show mercy and waver, but Ria has already seen through this.

To be honest, he had already destroyed his city countless times in his dreams, so doing so in reality didn't seem to be a problem.

If these guys were to climb onto land, it would be a failure of Ria's abilities.

This is also a dereliction of duty by the masters of trade.

"So rest in peace, my children of the past. The Lord will forgive your sins and may you return to His heaven after you die."

As Ria said this, she floated up and stretched out her hand to write some regulations in mid-air, while a huge sacrificial circle appeared on the ground of the city.

Clearly, he intends to sacrifice this place once again.

For those who frequently offer sacrifices, it is a sure-fire way to make money. Moreover, Ria's target for this sacrifice is not any other deity; he is offering the city to trade, which means himself.

Just kidding, that was the city he lived in before he traveled through time, how could he let others take advantage of it?

In this way, the regulations he wrote are easy to explain; they are nothing more than something like a "Valid Responsibility Agreement for Land Transfer".

He didn't want anyone else to touch anything here.

However, just as the regulations were about to be finalized, an unexpected incident occurred.

An earthquake-like roar erupted from the seabed, cracks appeared at an extremely rapid pace, and magma surged forth from the cracks.

Within that magma, something seemed to have opened its eyes.

The crimson, scalding liquid quickly engulfed everything, and Ria's expression changed, her movements becoming even faster.

For someone to try to destroy everything before his regulations are even completed is undoubtedly a provocation to Ria.

In an instant, more black tentacles surged out to block the cracks, and Ria took the opportunity to speed up the movement of her hands, her mouth opening and closing as if she were communicating with someone.

"In the end, you don't own this land. Although I no longer feel a sense of belonging here, I will not give up fighting for this property. After all, no one would complain about having too much property."

"However, due to the regulations, I need your signature. You shouldn't disagree, right? If you agree to my request, I can consider helping you loosen the seal. Of course, the Yellow King will not know about this."

"If you don't agree..."

Lia suddenly changed the subject, seemingly thinking of something interesting.

(End of this chapter)