They all call me an Outer God.

He needed to find a saw to cut it off, because it hadn't been long before Blair sensed that it was trying to grow back.

If this problem isn't resolved quickly, he could very well become a heretic covered in horns.

Just thinking about that scene made Blaise's heart tremble with fear. The premise of fitting in is that everyone is the same. If he is the only one who is different, he will definitely be subjected to strange looks from everyone.

Now, Blair doesn't want to fit in either. That group of people even lined up three blocks away from the well to make a deal, and the people behind them were trying to urge them on or even cut in line. I believe it won't be long before they start fighting.

"No matter what you want to do, I will keep an eye on you."

Blair glared at the well, but it just sneered in return.

"With your current appearance?"

"You young people are really naive and ignorant. I'm quite surprised you came back alive from Pan's clutches, but you still couldn't resist those supernatural contaminations... How about it, want to make a deal with me? I can help you remove these contaminations and turn you back into a normal person."

"Do you think I'd be stupid enough to fall for your trick?"

I can let you skip the queue and get your problem processed first.

"Thank you, but please give the opportunity to someone else."

Don't regret your decision. If you do, there's always a place for you here, and you can come find me.

Bryn didn't want to pay attention to it anymore; he just felt that the well was sick.

Not long after, Blay returned to the grocery store, having been completely unemployed ever since the well that was taking his business away from him.

Just look at the location it chose, and you'll know how targeted it is. It's like you opened a no-name milk tea shop, and suddenly someone wants to open a well-known brand milk tea shop in front of your shop to steal your business. Then they provoke you by saying that they will eventually take over your shop, and you'll have to beg them when you can't keep going.

Blair was furious; this was intolerable, and no normal person could swallow such an insult.

He stood in front of the mirror, looked at himself, and slowly raised the knife, aiming the sharp tip at the skin beneath the ram's horns.

Simply sawing off the corner isn't enough; he has to dig out the corner along with the root to completely remove the contamination.

"It's alright, it's just a piece of flesh being cut out, it won't hurt at all, and it'll be fine soon."

Blair kept reassuring himself, trying to build up his mental strength, and then he made the fatal cut.

"Stab!"

In that instant, he felt everything go black before his eyes. The excruciating pain made him tremble all over, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Dense golden eyes appeared in the flesh that had been gouged out, staring at him without blinking. As he moved, those eyeballs would follow his movements.

"Goo-"

Tentacles from the corner snaked out and approached Blaise. Without thinking, Blaise reached out and hugged it, curling up to make himself feel better.

This tentacle had no consciousness and could only move in simple ways, but Blair felt that it was the most important thing in his life.

"Without anesthetic, this is the only way to make do for now, but even if we had it, it wouldn't work on me."

"The townspeople have all gone mad, they've all gone mad, and I'm about to go mad too..."

"pat-"

A goat's horn landed, its tentacles curled it up, and then it slowly swallowed the goat's horn, making a "gurgling" sound.

A feeling of despair rose from the depths of Blair's heart.

The days that followed seemed to return to normal, but in reality, everything became abnormal.

People began to dissatisfy labor, and could fulfill most of their desires simply by exchanging questions with the well. Now, the townspeople are constantly arguing around the well, keeping Blair awake at night.

Finally, one day, something happened. Early one morning, Blair saw that the people outside his window had become like zombies, listless and confused. They seemed to have lost their minds and were just wandering aimlessly in the streets.

Now, let alone answering questions, these people have probably forgotten who they are.

This is the consequence of frequently trading with that well; it will drain everyone's knowledge without reservation. The well's power grows stronger and stronger, and people's knowledge reserves are no longer taken seriously by it.

If it were just that simple, it would be much easier. The key is that when people make a wish upon the well, almost everyone wishes for superhuman abilities.

What's lurking around Cardanon now is a group of time bombs with extraordinary abilities and various deadly weapons!

"hey-hey……"

Someone was laughing maniacally and about to put gunpowder in his mouth when Blay rushed out to stop him. The man then took off running, running so fast that Blay couldn't catch him at all.

"I can fly!!!"

He clapped his arms as if he really wanted to fly. When Blair realized he couldn't keep up, he simply kicked out a person singing in a car on the side of the road and drove after him.

At that moment, he even had the illusion that he was the director of a mental hospital. If he didn't keep an eye on those townspeople, who knew what they might do?

"Haha, yeah! I can fly, you can't catch me!"

Since having multiple conversations with a well and gaining supernatural abilities from it, Carden has felt his mental state has become exceptionally good, and now he even feels that he can fly to outer space and land on the moon.

Everything was perfect until the car that was honking its horn behind me was the one that was chasing me.

However, on the other hand, a hero's journey is never without thorns and obstacles. If his journey is too smooth, it would make him look bad.

He needs enemies, and he needs an audience. Now, that car is his enemy—he needs to overtake it and show it how presumptuous it is to try to challenge his speed.

Thinking of this, Carden's lips curled into a wide smile.

"You think you can challenge God?"

“Stop right there!!!”

Blair was driving behind him, yelling and honking his horn. The person in front turned to look at him and then started speeding up.

Faster and faster...faster and faster—

at last.

Carden couldn't stop in time when he turned and crashed into the wall, punching a hole through the entire house and embedding himself in another wall.

"Ah, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all!"

Kaden let out a few groans, opened his eyes, and stared at several people dressed in strange clothes.

He thought for a long time with what little brain he had left: "You don't seem to be from our town."

"who are you?"

Carden reached out, trying to pull himself out of the wall, but the next second, several gun barrels were pointed directly at his head.

"Don't move! If you make any further movements, we'll shoot!"

"Don't shoot our own people!" Carden immediately withdrew his hand, then watched helplessly as the group huddled together, seemingly discussing something, leaving one person to continue pointing a gun at him.

(End of this chapter)