They all call me an Outer God.

Cardanon town.

This is a town that appeared out of nowhere, and to those in the know, Kadanion is now no less than a ghost town.

Decades ago, people witnessed Kadanion being destroyed by artillery fire and supernatural creatures, leaving the native inhabitants dead beyond recognition, with even a single intact corpse rarely found.

The war never ended, and Enderles' development was inseparable from colonial plunder and even the human trade.

There are no real winners in war; everyone is a victim. People should never create suffering in order to glorify it.

In that battle, no one survived; the town was devastated. The cries of children, the pleas for help of women, and the roars of men echoed through the sky. This town had not committed any wrongdoing, yet it became a victim of politics.

A torrential downpour began from the sky, as if the world was mourning for them.

Now, a town that should have disappeared into history has reappeared, and the people in it have mysteriously come back to life. Moreover, they are all affected by a well and have become mentally impaired. If that were all, it would be fine, but these mentally impaired people have gained extraordinary abilities that ordinary people cannot even imagine in their entire lives.

It can be said that the entire population of this town has now become superhuman beings.

"There are actually such strange things."

Not far from Cardan, several mercenaries were discussing how to deal with this town. They had initially taken on missions in the vicinity and came here after hearing that the ruins here had been strangely restored to the original Cardan.

It's worth mentioning that they encountered no obstacles at all when they entered Cardanon. Logically speaking, these people are not very bright, making it an excellent opportunity to plunder their wealth.

"With just a little coaxing, they'll automatically trust us. Isn't there a better opportunity than this?"

One of them suggested this, and the others thought he made a lot of sense, so they decided to deal with Carden first and then loot his belongings.

Before they could act, a steam-powered car suddenly appeared from a distance at supersonic speed. Its steam engine seemed to have broken down due to overload, causing thick smoke to billow behind it.

"Sizzle—!!!!!"

Just before hitting them, the car slammed on the brakes, then, due to a braking failure, began to drift along a very long path, leaving deep black tire marks on the ground.

Mars emerged from the black mark.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud "bang," and the ground shook violently.

That steam car exploded.

Towering black smoke mixed with raging flames engulfed the car, and the impurities in the air terrified everyone, but what was even more terrifying was yet to come.

They watched as a figure slowly emerged from the thick smoke, its outline gradually becoming clearer in the flames, so dark it seemed to have come from the deepest abyss of hell.

His pupils emitted a golden light more dazzling than raging fire, the light cold and eerie, as if it would devour all life at any moment.

The young man's figure appeared even taller, his steps steady and slow, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression. Each step he took seemed to leave a deep imprint on the ground, making people tremble.

"call……"

His breath was soft and gentle, as if carrying both the heat of flames and the chill of death, making people involuntarily feel terrified.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze at that moment, leaving only the roaring sound of the flames and the heavy footsteps of the young man.

Everyone felt bound by an invisible force, unable to move, even struggling to breathe. They could only watch helplessly as the young man approached step by step. At that moment, everyone felt an unprecedented despair, as if the entire world had been forced into endless darkness. Until half a minute later—

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough! I'm choking! Damn it, I should have known I shouldn't have driven without a license."

"This old car is really terrible, it's not durable at all."

Finally, Blair couldn't help but cover his head and start complaining about the car's quality. He felt that the car's quality was absolutely terrible, how could it explode even when turning a corner?

When he came to his senses, Blay suddenly saw several completely unfamiliar people in front of him. These people were pointing guns at the townspeople of Cardanon, but he guessed that they didn't have the energy to do such a thing now.

At this moment, they were simply staring at themselves in disbelief.

"Good afternoon, everyone." Bry greeted each of them very politely. His etiquette was ingrained in his bones, and sometimes he would unconsciously perform the manners that only nobles would show to others.

This made Blair wonder: Was I some kind of important nobleman in the past?

However, it would have been better if he hadn't done that. His salute immediately caused the mercenaries to point their guns at him.

"Don't get so agitated. Even for me, it hurts a lot when I get shot."

Blair looked closely at the people in front of him and realized that he didn't recognize them at all.

His memory was still pretty good; he would never forget the face of someone he had met even once, so he was certain that these people were not residents of Cardanon.

"You're from outside?"

Bly asked with some surprise, "Did you encounter any black goats when you came here?"

Those people didn't say a word. One of them even slightly pulled the trigger, but the next second he was hit hard on the arm by the person next to him.

His meaning was clear: the people in front of them were not ordinary people, and concealing the truth or revealing hostile intentions would not benefit them at all.

“We are mercenaries living outside Cardanon, and we just want to find a place to rest for the time being.”

“Ah…” Blair looked at the group with some regret, “You’ve come at a bad time. There have been supernatural creatures appearing here recently, so there probably aren’t any normal townspeople who can entertain you.”

"If you'd like, how about I take you to a place to rest? I can also find you some food and drink. You mercenaries live a tough life, always exposed to the elements."

"That's right. With the recent border fighting, our people have been hired and hired back and forth, and countless people have died. In this line of work, how can you not lose people?"

"That's why I have great respect for people in your profession."

After talking with Blay, the group gradually changed their minds. The person in front of them seemed easy to talk to, but his strength was unknown and unpredictable. Perhaps, this person was more terrifying than all the extraordinary beings they had ever seen.

For the time being, they abandoned the idea of ​​killing Carden, who blinked, not understanding what had happened.

"Hahaha, I'll keep flying, you won't be able to catch me!"

He quickly broke free from the wall's grip, flapped his arms, and "flew" away.

(End of this chapter)