They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 47 The Idiot Prophet

Music can be a medium for conveying emotions, and at this moment, Ria also felt the passion of the so-called delusional "amusement to death."

"That band was a brass band that had been formed for a few months. Don't be fooled by the fact that they only had a dozen or so members; they could play with the power of thirty people."

"It's a good idea to have heavy metal bands stimulate spending in places like bars."

Ria poured herself another drink, and Harik was slightly surprised: "I didn't expect that you, who seem to dislike drinking, can actually hold your liquor quite well."

"So-so." Ria put her empty glass back on the table and looked around. Most of the people in the tavern were young people under thirty. Alcohol and heavy metal music stimulated their brains, filling them with mental pleasure and numbing their unhappiness about life.

They swayed their heads and clapped along to the music, saying whatever came to mind.

During this time, someone saw that Ria was sitting alone in his seat drinking by himself. He was quite good-looking, so someone approached him and sat down next to him.

Ria turned to look at the newcomer: "Why are you standing so close? Do I look like a woman?"

"Who says that happy things can't happen between people of the same sex? Beautiful things always evoke pity."

“You don’t evoke pity,” Lia said succinctly.

"The church does not allow such quirks, and if discovered, the punishment is death. I do not want to report a stranger I have only recently met."

"Give me all the money you have, and I'll keep your secret. No one will know about your little quirk, just like no one knows the Pope of Winstown likes little boys."

“…Oh, now everyone knows.” Lia spread her hands with a mischievous grin, and the people around her burst into laughter.

This was just a minor incident, but it caused someone who couldn't control their harassing desires to lose all their money.

Including the coins, it was a single sheet of paper plus fifteen schwas. It wasn't much money, but it made the man lose face.

As he walked out of the tavern, he bumped into a regular customer he recognized. This man was named Steyr, a freak who liked to curse people. If anyone wanted to have their fortune told, they should definitely go to the Bessler Tavern and wait for someone.

"See, I told you that today is not a good day for you to go out, especially not for drinking alcohol."

"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right... You're the best at cursing people in all of Grani, no one can match you."

The man rolled his eyes, then saw Steyr showing off his brand-new belt, which was smooth and didn't look like ordinary leather at all.

"This color...where did you get this wild animal skin? A white crocodile?"

"This is my secret."

Steyr pulled his shirt down to cover his new belt: "I hope you'll come to me for a fortune reading tomorrow, buddy. I bought a new white crystal ball."

"What about the original one?"

"I was called a liar, so I fell down."

"Deserved it."

The man finally regained his self-esteem somewhere and swaggered out of the Bayshire Tavern, while Steyr pushed open the door and walked into the tavern, casually taking out his new crystal ball from his bag and weighing it in his hand.

Hey! Anyone want their fortune told today?

He shouted, "Have pity on your old friend! Just one Schwarz, it's a bargain!"

"You dare come any closer?!" Upon hearing his voice, a burly man covered in tattoos stood up, snatched his new crystal ball, and smashed it to the ground. The violent sound of the crystal shattering coincided perfectly with the climax of the heavy metal band's music, causing the air to vibrate.

The performance was an unprecedented success.

"You said I'd have incredible luck last time, and here I am, stepping in dog poop the moment I stepped out of my house. Believe me or not, I'll beat you up every time I see you!?"

"Don't say that, just tell me it's just pure luck."

Steyr tried to explain, but then spotted a new face in the tavern. Ignoring the burly man's threat, he squatted down, picked up the crystal shards one by one, and rushed toward Ria.

"New friend!" "Want to check your fortune today, new friend! One Schwarz, it's a great deal."

Ria poured the last sip of wine into her throat, her vision blurred, and when she looked at Steyr, she saw two different people: "So expensive? Something's not right."

"Ah, you must have misheard. It's a Schwarz."

"Even one is too expensive for me."

Ria looked at his bulging package: "And all your crystals are broken, so what are you going to use to predict your fortune?"

"Careful."

"Fortune is the direction of a person's luck on a given day, and it is closely related to their zodiac sign, blood type, and geographical location."

Steyr clutched his chest, staring longingly at Ria. A few seconds later, he suddenly frowned.

"strangeness."

He found that he couldn't see Ria's fortune.

The man stood there stunned for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed as he felt the tumor on his shoulder begin to grow and spread at an abnormal rate.

He quickly covered his shoulder and looked around, while Ria pulled out a coin at that moment.

"Perhaps because I haven't paid, you can't read any fortune. Now let's make a formal transaction."

After saying that, he threw the Schwarz in his hand to the other person, who caught it and the pain in his body stopped growing in an instant.

At the same time, Steyr also began to suspect Ria's identity.

"Friend, this is not the place to talk."

As he spoke, he pulled Ria to a secluded corner of the tavern. Ria's expression was no longer that of a drunkard; she was now completely sober.

"You are also a disorderly person."

Steyer watched as Ria sat down opposite him, so certain: "And your luck is pretty bad. You'll be dead in less than three days."

"Whatever, judging from your reaction... Is it a colleague? It's a real surprise to meet a kind colleague these days. Let me guess what meme you are."

I guess it's a prophet.

How did you know!?

"You're making it way too obvious."

"How could that be! Grani has no shortage of charlatans."

In short, as long as you're not a patient outside the organization, that's good. We're friends, not enemies. I can only advise you to leave Grani within three days, otherwise, something irreparable might happen.

Ria: "Death is not a bad thing."

"If only that were the case. Unfortunately, we are the disordered ones. We don't die so easily. We can only survive on the verge of death countless times, watching helplessly as we are devoured by the contamination disease, and the situation gets worse day by day."

Steyer exclaimed, "So in order to cure the disease, I'm trying to access a second meme."

What did you come into contact with?

"..."

Steyer hesitated to speak, lowered his head, and said in a voice barely audible unless you listened carefully: "It's the easiest meme to interpret—[Idiot]."

(End of this chapter)