They all call me an Outer God.

Suddenly, several red marks appeared on the skin of the person in front of him. Then, the red marks grew larger and larger, and many golden pupils appeared inside, crowding together and staring at him without moving.

Why does my face feel a little itchy?

Blay scratched his face a couple of times, not understanding why Dr. Kate was looking at him like that. But soon, his gaze followed Kate to his hand that was scratching his face, and he realized that the touch felt a little strange.

My hands have turned into pitch-black tentacles without me even realizing it, and they move according to my will. When I stare at them, eyes appear on the tentacles, staring at me with the same look.

He knew this was abnormal, but...

Kate always explained to him that this was a normal characteristic: "You can't always doubt yourself. You have to always believe what I've said. I won't lie to you."

"Why? You should know I don't trust you." Blair's face was very ugly, but what the psychiatrist did next made his pupils shrink.

The man smiled, then ran his fingernail across his face, leaving a mark.

But the wound didn't bleed; in fact, it developed golden eyes exactly like Bly's.

Kate reached out and touched the wound, her eyes closing automatically.

"I told you, you're nothing special. Everyone around me, or rather, everyone I know, has this characteristic. So where do you get the idea that we shouldn't look like this?"

This is so weird!
Bryce was still incredulous, but a thought in his mind told him that it was true.

The people in this town are all his kind.

"But the people who came from outside clearly..."

"There's no need to worry about outside intruders."

Katn extended a tentacle and patted Bly on the shoulder.

“We should just focus on ourselves. I know this is hard for you to accept, but if you don’t mind, you can go and test your own ideas.”

"I think I will."

Bly left the place, his mind in turmoil, and he even began to question himself.

Not long after, he returned to his shop.

This is a general store, at least on the surface. As for what it sells behind the scenes, only those who can answer the code are qualified to know.

The general store had all sorts of random things, but the goods were arranged very neatly, as if their owner had obsessive-compulsive disorder and couldn't stand any imperfections.

The first column on the right shelf is a row of dolls, things that children love. Although they have become slow-selling due to the recent war, Blair still helps to clean the dust off them.

On his desk sat a black quill pen. He had no idea where this somewhat stiff quill pen came from; it had been stuck to his clothes when he woke up. Those in the know said it might be a dragon scale, but Blair was convinced it was a feather, and then he made it into a ballpoint pen.

"I'm increasingly confused about it."

Bryce grabbed the quill pen: "My abilities are feared by everyone, but Katen tells me that everyone is like that, and I'm nothing special... Is what he says really believable?"

He needs verification.

Next, Blair patiently waited for his first guest, and soon he arrived.

The visitor was a young girl with her hair tied in braids and wrapped up tightly. She needed to buy a knife for self-defense.

"Black bread would be even better if possible."

“Miss, the price of the bread is 500,000 Svalbards.”

"Are you kidding me!?" The two successfully exchanged the code. Blair smiled and led her to his collection, allowing her to freely choose the weapons she liked.

Bryce: "These days, it's not easy to get your hands on these things."

"It is because of your presence that we feel particularly at ease. I really can't believe what our town would do without a convenient arms dealer like you."

"Most of my items are secondhand, I hope you don't mind."

"Why would I mind? It would be troublesome if we made this ourselves, because it would mean you could manufacture guns. If everyone had a gun, our town might be the first to start fighting."

"Moreover, people will be even more wary of you."

The girl followed Bly through the many basement corridors, then watched him turn on the light in the corner and begin to introduce his collection to her.

Anjie took a fancy to a military dagger. It was very effective at cutting things, and its sharpness was astonishing. Of course, the price was also astonishing.

"Boss, are you sure you only want to charge me ten Swarths for this? It's not even as expensive as a few loaves of bread."

"But for many people, it's a price they can't afford. I think I should lower the price appropriately..."

The items sold by Bly are quite cheap, but of course, they are limited in quantity; each person can only buy one item from the items in the basement.

"Miss, if you need it, I recommend that sniper rifle. Its original owner probably just bought it recently, and all the accessories are brand new. It only costs twenty swahls, and I can even throw in a few magazines for you."

"No, this thing is too conspicuous. I still prefer the military dagger."

Ange stared at the military dagger in her hand, weighed it a few times, and then handed Blaise ten Schwarz coins.

Bly put the items back into his pocket, then looked at the girl in front of him again with his golden eyes: "Happy transaction."

Many golden eyes appeared on the surface of the face's skin.

All eyes were fixed on Ange's hand, because when she was receiving the money, Blair had deliberately cut her hand, and now, golden things were appearing there as well.

"Happy Trading."

she left.

Blair thought to himself, maybe this thing is indeed normal. Humans should have many golden eyes. As for those who don't, maybe it's because of different races, just like other countries also have different colored races.

Thinking about it carefully, he realized that he had never seen anyone in his town bleed. Even if someone was injured, most people would cover up their wounds and wrap themselves up tightly.

So I am indeed a human being.

Suddenly, Blair felt a sense of relief. He didn't know why he felt this way, but he was inexplicably happy.

Those people sometimes fear that they are only because of their own extraordinary abilities, and admire them only because of their extraordinary abilities.

For Bly, supernatural abilities are useful; he has no need to reject them, nor does he need to be troubled by his differences.

This difference is the best gift that the unknown has given him.

"Now, I've thought it through."

From the dark shadows, a tentacle slowly reached out and touched it.

(End of this chapter)