They all call me an Outer God.

The young man's expression was unusually serious, but the empty eye socket where he had lost his eyeball, and the internal organs exposed to the air filled with countless golden eyeballs, were all terrifying.

"you--"

Even though everyone was a superhuman, they were still taken aback by Ria's bizarre behavior. In their minds, superhumans were indeed a group of madmen who would do anything to survive, but this was the first time they had seen a madman who started to open his heart to them after being cornered.

And does he really not feel any pain at all?
People with pollution syndrome have more sensitive bodies than ordinary people, and their pain response is far greater than that of ordinary creatures, so what's wrong with this person in front of you?

Could it be that he's not human at all, but some supernatural being disguised as a human fishing in the street?
"Wait, something's not right. This thing... this thing might not be human... We have to run!!!"

One of them noticed something amiss and panicked, trying to flee the scene. However, his companion stopped him.

"What do you mean?!" the man shouted in bewilderment at the person who had stopped him. With lives at stake, he wouldn't care about any sentimentalities. However, as soon as he said that, he saw his companion standing there motionless, his eyes vacant and his lips twitching stiffly.

He seemed to want to say something, but he could only mumble "heh heh" for a long time without being able to utter a single word, and just kept laughing foolishly.

What are you laughing at?

The man suddenly took a few steps back, feeling utterly eerie. After he asked the question, his companion stopped laughing and walked towards him expressionlessly. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed his shoulder, and his face cracked open with countless fissures, from which countless shimmering golden things shone, like miniature gold mines.

"You ask me what I'm laughing at? Of course I'm laughing at you because I think you're funny."

What's so funny about me?

"What's so funny?"

"Hehe ...

"Is it not ridiculous that someone would not greet the Lord of Trade, but instead flee in such a rude manner?"

"We both know very well that He is our only Savior!"

"Hahaha, hahahahaha, hahahahaha, come to Faith Trade! Why not come and believe in Him together, our Lord, our Father, our indispensable and great being—"

"Say it! Say you're willing to believe in Him! Say it now, or I'll kill you! Say it now!!!"

The man was bewildered, but what made him even more desperate was yet to come. The others, for some unknown reason, also approached him with strange expressions, their heads tilted, like a group of puppets, stiff and rigid.

"Sir, could I have a moment of your time? I'd like to tell you about our great Lord and Father, the great... Lord of Trade."

"He is the embodiment of worldly wealth, He is the god of trade, and He says, He needs you."

"Don't come any closer! What's wrong with you all? Don't come any closer!!!"

The man was on the verge of a breakdown; he wanted to attack, but there were too many people around, and if he made a move, the scene could easily turn into a gang beating.

"Come, do not resist, do not disobey, and praise trade with us."

Ria, who was not far away, took in everything. With a somewhat helpless expression, he stuffed his internal organs back into his body, and the tentacles automatically put them back in place and then sewed up his skin. Immediately afterwards, his clothes also automatically returned to their original state before they were damaged, as if nothing had happened, and the young man's elegance and propriety remained unchanged.

"The pollution of faith seems to be more terrifying than I imagined."

"But this person is an avatar of the Famine Knight, and is not easily affected by corruption. In addition, this person is also a member of the mafia in the surrounding area. It turns out that superhumans can also form gangs."

This was the first time Lia had ever witnessed something like this, but he wasn't surprised. Instead, he examined the target in front of him with the same scrutinizing gaze one would use to examine an object.

The man quickly noticed Ria's gaze, and just then, Ria walked towards him.

"Now that you're also a contamination patient, I should be able to use you to conduct an experiment."

"Experiment? I don't care what you're trying to do, stay away from me, you monster!"

The man wanted to escape, but he was unable to move. He saw the demonic figure in front of him getting closer and closer, and the shadow beneath its feet was twisted and grotesque.

“Why be afraid?” Ria seemed to be thinking of something and was a little happy. “I have taken over the power of the plague, but I have never tried to cure you. If the contamination disease can be cured because of this, I think there will be at least half less conflict in the world.”

After all, the essence of pollution-related diseases is pollution, and those extraordinary creatures can also be considered aggregates of pollution.

If his idea were feasible, that would be wonderful. However, Lia also knew very well that things were far more complicated than he imagined, and that he was just trying to scare the people in front of him.

"Please remain calm, sir. The treatment will not be too painful."

And so, the scene at the very beginning unfolded.

Ria was dining in a restaurant with a person whose limbs and facial features were all disfigured. The person's appearance had become a mess, and this was the result of an attempt to cure the plague.

Even the Plague Knight couldn't eradicate the plague, so what role did the original Plague Knight play in it? Was he merely spreading it?

"Things seem to be getting more and more complicated..."

The young man put down his coffee cup, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table. As his fingers tapped, his body trembled more and more violently.

A moment later, a woman in a black dress walked in. She was completely covered from head to toe, and the black veil hanging from her hat concealed her true face, revealing only a section of her fair and perfectly curved chin, which tempted people to explore her more closely.

She walked to the table, found a seat naturally, and ordered a hot cocoa with sugar from the waiter, as if she owned the restaurant herself.

When Ria saw her arrive, she greeted her, "Good morning, Ms. Lilith."

"Good morning, Mr. Kelcha, but I still have to ask, do I look that old?"

Lilith casually joked, picked up the hot cocoa on the table and savored it. Perhaps she could no longer stand the probing gaze of the person in front of her, which seemed to be asking: Is it necessary to dress yourself up like this to avoid the gaze of the swollen woman?
"Of course, as for that horrible madwoman, I never want to see her again in my life."

(End of this chapter)