They all call me an Outer God.

Give him a Schwarz, and he can do almost anything; that's how powerful and convenient superhumans are.

But now a problem has arisen: this meme 3 superhuman doesn't seem very willing to use his superhuman abilities.

He had amnesia, which was obvious to everyone, so people found him a psychologist, not to help him recover his memory, but to persuade him to stay and help everyone get through this difficult time.

"Well done, Blair, you've impressed me."

Bly's "psychiatrist" praised him. This man was just a doctor in a small town who had no real skills and didn't even have a medical license or a psychiatric license.

But he always had a set of eloquent arguments, and sometimes Blair felt that what he said actually made some sense.

"Logically, the bullet shouldn't have been able to kill this person. Was it because he was too weak?"

Blay looked at his gun; the dark muzzle pointed at him always gave him an urge to pull the trigger immediately.

"Dr. Kate, who am I?"

Bly asked the question again, completely forgetting his own identity. His own eyes were telling him that he was no different from ordinary people, but he couldn't quite put his finger on where this difference lay.

"Why are you asking this question again? Let me tell you, you are Blaine Moyt, the great hero of Cardanon, and you are a superhuman destined to protect everyone here and end the war. Superhumans exist for this very reason."

"Is that right?"

Bry blinked his golden eyes and put down the gun in his hand.

Recently, towering waves swept everything away, and it was a group of extraordinary individuals and members of the Order Association who joined forces to hold back the tsunami.

Everyone living by the sea knows this, and the association would normally try to erase their memories, but in these unusual times, such an action undoubtedly symbolizes foolishness.

"It seems you still don't understand your mission."

Kate sighed and took Bly away in front of everyone. He wanted Bly to see the ruins ravaged by war and the shelters that had been destroyed beyond recognition.

The two walked for a long time, and then, Blair stared at everything before him, completely stunned.

The ruins, destroyed by war, silently tell of past glory and present desolation. Among the broken walls and rubble, the outlines of former buildings can still be vaguely seen, but now they are just dilapidated relics, with dust lingering on them.

The air was thick with a smell of burning and dust, which made Blay frown. The gravel and rubble under his feet made a screeching sound with every step, as if reminding him of what had happened here.

The two continued walking, and soon they found a shelter.

In the ruins, shelters had become people's last refuge. The makeshift tents and temporary wooden huts underground provided survivors with a place to stay. However, even in such an environment, people still faced various difficulties.

The shortage of food and water, the rampant disease, and the constant news of war have filled life here with uncertainty and fear.

Bly saw a group of children, whose faces were devoid of smiles.

Their eyes had long lost their former innocence and joy, replaced by a deep melancholy and unease. Their faces were covered in dust, and their clothes were tattered, but even so, they continued to live on with resilience, hoping that one day they could rebuild their homes and regain peace.

"Is there anything to eat?"

Upon seeing them, the people surrounded them, asking if they had any food or water. Blay reached into his pocket and found only a string of magazines.

"Sorry, there's no food, but why don't you leave here and go to a safe area?"

“There is no safe place at all… those people will be back soon, you’d better hide here too, no one will ever find you here.”

After Bly asked the question, someone immediately refuted his point of view.

"No one can be trusted; we can only trust ourselves."

"Look, this is the situation we are facing right now. Do you know what it means to be beset by both external and internal troubles? It's not just those monsters in the sea and forests, the people from neighboring countries, but even the infighting between different parties in Endeleus."

"They're having a good time fighting, but we have no idea how much longer we have to live." "A few days ago, someone said they saw a giant dragon in the sky! Hahaha, if that kind of monster attacks us, we're all doomed."

"I'm pessimistic," Kate said, looking at Bly's expression and noticing that it seemed to be softening a little.

"I'll go find them something to eat."

Bly decided to do something for these people, so he went out of the shelter and searched for a place to buy food.

However, the outcome was destined to disappoint him.

The land, ravaged by war, was barren, and there were no food vendors around. It took Bly a long time to walk back to the town before he finally found his target.

That was a bakery.

Blair's eyes lit up, and he went to ask the other party how much the bread cost.

"Black bread or white bread? Black bread is fifty li."

"..."

He doesn't seem to have that much money.

Is bread really that expensive?
"These are special times, don't you understand?"

Bryce felt he should learn to be understanding; he didn't have anything valuable on him, only a gun and a time bomb.

These things should be enough to exchange for a lot of food.

The next second, Blair pulled out a gun and a time bomb. The bakery owner's expression changed drastically, and without saying a word, he handed over all the goods and ran away.

They didn't take anything.

"That's strange...maybe the boss suddenly wants to do charity."

Bly happily put everything back in its place, took the food back to the shelter, and shared it with everyone. Everyone thanked him.

"Mr. Katen, do I look like a human being now?"

"Why do you keep asking these strange questions? What else could you be but a human being?"

Cairn: "You did a great job, people will remember your name... By the way, where did you buy so much bread?"

“A very kind philanthropist gave me the bread; he is such a good person.”

Philanthropist boss?

Is there anyone like this around here?
Kate racked her brains but couldn't think of anyone who could be called "charity," but she stopped thinking about it.

It was getting late, so he took Blay back to his hospital and let him sleep in a private room.

"You need to sleep properly and not wander off, understand?"

Before leaving, Kate stood behind the door and gave Bryce a thousand and one instructions, while Bryce just silently watched her with his golden eyes.

"Doctor, I'm really a human being, right?"

"Of course, don't let your mind wander late at night. That's a classic case of delusions and anxiety. You're not human, you can't possibly—"

As Kate was speaking, she suddenly caught her breath.

(End of this chapter)