They all call me an Outer God.

Some extraordinary beings are neutral towards humans; they behave strangely but do not harm human lives.

But the townspeople remain extremely cautious, with some warily approaching the guards to ask, "How are you feeling right now? Is anything bothering you?"

"Not feeling well? I'm perfectly fine now!" The guard was radiant, as if a withered plant had suddenly come back to life, and even his speech became much clearer.

"What about the town mayor? Have you made contact with people outside the town?"

This issue has now become the most pressing concern for everyone, and they are eager to get an answer from the guards.

However, the answer was destined to disappoint them.

They saw the guard's eyes darken, and he slowly reached up to cover his head, as if he didn't want to recall a nightmare but had to.

"The mayor... is dead... Ahhh, so many sheep—they've been eaten by the sheep."

"What did you say? I don't quite understand."

"I said, he got eaten by the sheep blocking the road! We can't get out at all. Anyone trying to leave Kadanion will encounter those sheep and be devoured. Now, our town has become a place where you can only enter but not leave!!!"

We're finished!

The guard shouted.

"The sheep tore the mayor apart. There were many black sheep, and some that stood up. The sheep could talk. There were golden eye fragments everywhere, and fragments everywhere, on the sheep's teeth, wool, and even horns... The goats said that none of us should leave this place, not even a bird. They would eat everything that tried to leave."

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

His expression was contorted in agony, and Blair stared at the guard, wondering whether he should introduce his psychiatrist to him.

“I said…” Blair started to say something, but then the guard suddenly stood up: “But we don’t need to be afraid at all. This well can definitely help us get through the crisis. We just need to answer its questions, and it can meet all our needs!”

This is ridiculous.

The well was the cause of all this crisis, but now people have no choice but to rely on it.

What's even more frightening is that some people are actually wavering, eager to try it out, and their eyes are starting to look strange.

"You can't..."

Bly tried to stop them, but was thwarted: "Do you want us all to die of thirst?"

"We've been thirsty all day, and we can't even go out. The mayor is dead!"

These words seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back. Yes, the mayor was dead. Although he was completely unworthy of his position, he was still the mayor and the hope of the entire town.

Now they have no hope; their throats are parched, their lips are dry, and their eyes are bloodshot.

When survival is at stake, everything else is meaningless. Even if Blair said he could handle the sheep, no one was willing to wait.

They were plunged into despair and began to pray for their only hope.

"We are willing to do business with you."

Bly watched all this, his heart growing restless. He wanted to prove that the well was not meant to be malicious, but proving it was pointless now.

Everyone understands the logic, and everyone knows that the well is not a good thing, but it has managed to make people both hostile to it and have no choice but to ask for its help and bow down to it.

The guard stood to one side and patted Bly on the shoulder: "You are, after all, an outsider in our eyes."

“Go to hell!” Blair slapped his hand away, then suddenly remembered something.

"After you answered that question, did you feel anything wrong with your body, such as a headache, nausea, or a feeling that something was about to break through your skin?"

Why do I have all these strange symptoms?

"Don't you really feel anything unusual?"

Blay narrowed his eyes with some skepticism and subconsciously tapped the cane in his hand. He didn't know why he carried a cane with him; he had just seen it in the corner and naturally picked it up.

"Then I'll ask you one more time, what creature has four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs in the evening?" "Are you already forgetful at such a young age? Of course it's—"

"Yes……"

What is it?

The guard was momentarily speechless, as if he had suddenly lost that part of his memory and couldn't remember anything.

Now, Blair realized the gravity of the situation: "The answer is people."

"What did you say?"

"people."

"What? I can't hear you. What kind of gibberish are you speaking?"

"..."

Blake: "It's nothing."

The price of trading with that well was knowledge.

After asking a question, it will forever take the answer to that question. This may seem harmless, but there are many people in the town, and people need to exchange questions with it even to get a bowl of water. Moreover, the town of Kadanon is closed off. Over time, the people in the town will all become fools.

And all of this is unstoppable; no one can stop it.

……

[Pollution of the town, assessment: a resounding success]

[The attempt to prevent people from praying to and trading with sources of pollution has failed.]

[First transaction completed, knowledge gained, result: Success]

[The attempt to prevent people from praying to and trading with sources of pollution has failed.]

【…】

"jingle!"

The sound of the metal dice spinning was exceptionally pleasant, but Ria had no intention of appreciating it at the moment.

Ivand leaned back slightly in his chair, letting himself rest against the backrest: "Looks like you're not having much luck, my student."

“Actually, you can admit defeat right now. In such a disadvantageous situation, I simply cannot imagine how you can win. Your previous attempt to restore Blay's abilities was immediately judged as a major failure by the Extraordinary.”

"Let me tell you the truth, kid."

Ivan looked up at Ria, who was tense all over, and said, "With your luck, you're simply not suited for playing games. The lucky one is definitely the meme that you're least likely to be a part of.

“I’ve disrupted all your arrangements and plans. If this continues, you’ll end up like the people in this town model on the table, not to mention trying to use this opportunity to create new memes. Even so, do you still want to continue?”

"continue?"

After a moment of silence, Ria pinched the edge of her slightly drooping monocle, a flash of white light passing through the lens: "Why not continue? Your chances of winning are already as high as 90%. You'll soon get what you want. It's a great honor for me to have the opportunity to be your opponent."

“I admit that I have absolutely no chance of winning against you, but even so, I still have a question—are you nervous?”

Ivand: "..."

"Are you still worried that I have some trump card, or that I might be able to turn the tables in any way?"

"Hehehe..." Ria laughed a few times, looked down at the numbers on the dice, and continued to move according to the numbers.

(End of this chapter)