They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 44 Everything is negotiable
Ria poked its head, trying to soothe its already negligible brain.

"Let me think. How many fish skins would it take to exchange for the skin of that extraordinary creature outside? I don't know if all of you have enough. If not, we can think of another way."

As he spoke, he crushed the fish skull in his hand, whose jaws were still opening and closing, and began to exchange the fish's brain for the skin of other fish.

The ability to force an exchange is certainly useful, but only if Ria is stronger than the target of the exchange, and she needs to be 100% certain that the items given belong to her or have the means to make them belong to her.

When executing a transaction, one can only exchange for items of equivalent value. Only if the Ria is far stronger than the other party or the other party's will is too weak can one exchange for items of non-equivalent value.

The most important point is the "communication" of the transaction. In order to exchange goods, the black market merchant must personally express the transaction request in words. If he cannot speak, the transaction cannot begin.

I don't know how the other black marketeers use their abilities, but at least his abilities follow these rules.

Such an ability sounds extremely limiting, but after all, Ria is currently only at the Meme Nine stage, and there is still a lot of room for development in the future for such extraordinary powers as forced transaction execution.

For a long time to come, it will still be considered a fairly powerful skill.

"The fishmen outside seem difficult to deal with. Perhaps we should test their strength first."

Ria weighed the fish, which was wrapped in layers of fish skin, in her hand, poked it a few times on the wooden planks of the carriage with her cane, and then suddenly thrust it towards the fishman's head.

"Snapped!!!"

The cane pierced through the wooden board, and the fish-man seemed to sense something, suddenly tilting to the right, staring in shock at the stick that had suddenly burst out of the carriage.

If it had moved even a fraction slower, it probably would have had a hole in the back of its head.

"The response has been good."

The cane was returned to the carriage. The fish-man's breathing became unsteady, and its gills opened and closed faster. It tried to look at the scene behind it through the extra hole. At first, it was pitch black inside, but the outlines of many fish could be vaguely seen.

Without exception, they had all lost their fish skin, and their dull eyes stared at the darkness in mid-air, as if trying to tell a story.

Just as the fishman frowned with an inappropriate brow, a golden pupil suddenly emerged from the round hole, its pupil shrinking to the size of a pinpoint before slowly dilating, enveloped by a layer of pale red iris.

That eye blinked.

Sounds could also be heard inside the carriage.

"Mr. Coachman, would you like to exchange some fresh, just-peeled fish skin for some of your own?"

The merman frowned even more deeply. It instinctively felt that the eye was unusual, and under its gaze, its subconscious kept urging it to agree.

But these things couldn't affect its mind at all; the fish-man was only confused for a moment before instantly regaining its senses.

At this moment, the golden eyes in the carriage disappeared, replaced by a loud crash. The door behind the curtain was shattered by a foot, and the fishman, who was caught off guard, was kicked out and fell heavily from the speeding carriage to the ground, rolling more than a dozen times before coming to a stop.

Ria crawled out of the carriage and tied the curtain tightly to the bottom of the door with spikes to prevent more fish from slipping out.

Breathing in the fresh air again, he took a deep breath, directly controlled the reins to turn the horse, and picked up the whip next to him to urge the fish-scaled horses toward the fish-men.

"You!"

Seeing the scene before him, the fish-man quickly stood up from the ground, but it was too late to dodge. So it simply spread its webbed feet and tried to grab the two horses.

But Ria didn't give him that chance.

A deep black shadow instantly extended from beneath the carriage's shadow, countless tentacles writhing as they approached the merman, tightly coiling around it from behind. Then, the surface of those tentacles began to secrete strong acid, and sizzling white smoke rose instantly.

Caught off guard by the sneak attack, the merman was completely crushed by two horses and a carriage.

"Crunch—" The once intact merman was instantly crushed flat, and the excess white flesh piled up on both sides to form abscesses.

At that moment, Ria stopped the carriage, jumped down, and bent down to look the fishman in the eye.

"It seems this customer isn't too keen on our product, but everything is negotiable... Almost a minute has passed, what's your decision?"

"Gurgle!" Little Swarth tightened his grip on the merman, almost digging his tentacles into its bones.

The fishman tried to twist his body, but couldn't move, and immediately felt like crying.

"I really can't exchange the fish skin. How could I have imagined that you were a superhuman? If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have dared to attack you even if I had a hundred lives."

"Is there really no room for further discussion?"

"Sir, skin isn't something you can just replace casually!"

"Alright, let's change the direction of the transaction, and switch your position as the driver."

"Just one spot?"

The fish-man rolled his eyes, thinking that Ria was hopeless, having nothing better to do than want to be a coachman.

So what if I let him sit there? Once I recover, I'll just betray that superhuman.

A superhuman being capable of withstanding rainwater erosion would surely attract many people willing to pay to bring it back for research, so its trip wouldn't have been in vain.

So, almost without hesitation, the fish-man agreed to Ria's conditions.

Ria smiled.

The fishman was crammed into the back of the truck, piled up with a bunch of skinless fish and a fish covered in skin, unaware of his impending fate of being sold.

The torrential rain continued to pour down from the sky.

The fish-man in the back compartment was lost in his imagined future, embracing the fish around him as if they were pure gold with a purity of 999%.

"Gold...it's all gold, all my gold!"

"Yes, it's all your gold."

Hearing the fishman's voice in the carriage, Ria simply echoed him, then raised his whip and rode towards Grani town.

Where the horse's hooves swept, a splash of water and silvery scales rose up.

As night deepened, the torrential rain stopped again, and Little Swarth transformed back into his plump, four-legged "owl" from the sheet-like material that sheltered him from the rain.

It nestled in Ria's arms, finding a comfortable position to gaze at the stars. When it got hungry, it would use its tentacles to grab a couple of food items from behind. Although these things were hard to eat, having them was much better than having none.

The host had also fallen asleep, and judging from his facial expression, he seemed to have had another nightmare.

But when it tried to wake its host, Ria suddenly opened its eyes.

"Goo?" Little Swarth tilted his head, turning it downwards 270 degrees.

"I'm fine..."

This monotonous journey can't go on forever. Ria rubbed her forehead and tapped the outside of the carriage: "Are you still awake?"

(End of this chapter)