They all call me an Outer God.

"you--"

Claden suddenly realized something: "Could it be that your main model is also a black market dealer?"

"No, not only that, I have never seen you before, so you are the disordered one of the Keepers of the Secrets!"

"You got it right." Ria clapped for him, then raised her hand to adjust her glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold glint.

"My dear friend, although you betrayed your family, you gained nothing. Isn't this the best example of investment failure?"

"Let me teach you another lesson: don't believe anything a shady dealer says."

Whether that black marketeer is a wild superhuman or an official keeper of secrets, the words of such groups are less credible than those of idiots.

Kocraden was also puzzled: "But you just admit it like that? Didn't your plague doctors teach you not to tell others about your chief meme?"

For superhumans, once their master model is exposed, they become extremely vulnerable to being targeted, as evidenced by the sudden appearance of bounty posters in various places.

That's no ordinary number. Nine hundred million is enough to drive those greedy black market merchants mad. Moreover, this astronomical figure attracts not only black market merchants, but perhaps something else even more terrifying.

In the extraordinary world, there is no shortage of madmen.

However, Ria simply maintained a mysterious smile, then reached for the nearest wanted poster and ripped it off with a "rip".

“I know I can’t tell anyone, but look at me now, my doctor isn’t around, so I’m free to do whatever I want.”

"Moreover, the figure is indeed tempting, but I don't know if that person can afford it. As far as I know, very few people I know can afford this amount of money."

Lia calls this the Law of Common Poverty of the Extraordinary.

Everyone was poor, perhaps because the performance process exhausted everyone's energy. Even Ria couldn't guarantee the success of her performance. If the black marketeer's performance failed, he would either go bankrupt or have to sell himself to pay off his debts.

Idiots die of wisdom, tacticians die of peace, crows die of love... and black marketeers die of money.

These are all very common occurrences.

"Sir, although I don't want to discourage you, poor people often can't even imagine the heights of the rich, and you can't imagine how cunning someone who became the head of the Black Hand at such a young age is."

Claden kindly reminded Ria: "The person who has ruthlessly purged the underground black market since he first acquired the meme, making everyone tremble with fear, and who controls half of Enderus's underground economy and monopolizes the black market for weapons and supernatural items, how could such a person be merciful?"

"He was unafraid to expose his personal information because those things were completely unimportant to him. He had many wives and children, but to him, they were merely tools for marriage alliances or other transactions..."

“Sofia has no feelings, he only talks about interests. Under such circumstances, do you still want to meet with him? Actually, I suggest you pack up and leave here immediately, and never show your face in Lidsh again.”

Claden spoke with great emotion, almost trembling like a sieve. Ria didn't know what kind of psychological trauma Sofia had caused him, but the more Claden spoke, the more interested Ria became in the black market merchant.

Experienced black market dealers might know more about memes, so this gamble seems worthwhile.

Lia folded the wanted poster in her hand neatly, then casually glanced at the rest of the wanted posters. The pictures on those wanted posters mysteriously dissolved and then transformed into the appearance of another unremarkable man.

"So that's Sofia... It's not quite what I expected. In that case, how should we price it?"

After careful consideration, Ria decided to price it at "1-9999.99.99.99 gold coins".

As the numbers on the paper changed, Claden froze. He stared wide-eyed at the wanted posters and then at Ria, realizing that Ria was unwilling to suffer any loss.

"How did you—" "How did I know what the other person looked like, right?"

Ria squinted.

"Although I haven't been in this city for long, the whole city is already full of my eyes and ears."

"Why don't you guess how I did it?"

……

"Maria Ann! Maria Ann, stop running! The children are scattered everywhere, and several were just run over by cars. Even if you don't care about me, you have to think about the children!"

A disturbing scene unfolded on Bed Street in Lidsh.

A man carrying his enormous belly ran forward, chasing after a woman who was also heavily pregnant. The woman was so hysterical that she was agitated by the sight of a baby. She recklessly trampled a newborn to death and then roared at the man behind her, "Get out of here! I want a divorce!"

"You can't do this! What will happen to our children after the divorce?"

"Do whatever you want!"

The man and woman continued running forward, and the normal people on the roadside who saw this all changed their expressions drastically, thinking for a moment that they were still asleep.

But they ran too fast.

Behind the pregnant woman followed a pregnant man, and behind the man followed a group of faceless people who were happy to be grandparents, uncles, and aunts. They picked up the children on the ground and put them into sacks. If they saw any babies that had been trampled to death, they would wait for them to reproduce and then put them into sacks and drag them along as they ran.

"Parents, please control your child!"

There are more and more children, and more and more children in the bag.

Finally, at some point, the bags could no longer bear the weight of reproduction and burst open on the spot.

So hundreds of babies were scattered along the road, crawling around laughing, while most others chose to stay with their relatives.

"Mom and Dad! Come back quickly!"

"We'll be good, please don't abandon us!"

"Waaaaah! Why don't Mom and Dad love us? Slow down, I can't catch up!"

The newborn red-skinned babies ran and crawled, and some of them climbed up the walls like geckos to the top of the building, where they met the gaze of an unremarkable man through a window.

"Hehehe, Uncle, have you seen our mom and dad?"

The man smiled, then naturally walked to the window and took out a gun from his pocket.

With a "bang," the child turned into blood, which then automatically gathered and eventually transformed into a pile of gold coins that fell at the man's feet.

The process was very peaceful, so peaceful that it was as if the man had simply shooed away a cicada outside the window.

“I’ve always felt that the Hephaestus’s men are restless, but they seem particularly restless today…”

(End of this chapter)