They all call me an Outer God.

Craden didn't see arrogance or not; he only felt that Ria was terrifying, and the direct feeling of this terror was completely different from that of the leader, Sofia.

This person is like a beast that will stop at nothing to achieve its goals; beneath its gentle and refined exterior lies a desire to destroy everything.

What kind of environment could create such a terrifying person?
Claden knew he shouldn't pry into Ria's past. He struggled to put aside his unrealistic desire to escape and didn't know whether he should agree with Ria's words, since arrogance didn't sound like a good word at all.

However, Ria didn't intend to wait for Claden to speak. Instead, she lowered her head and stared at the dark creature that had suddenly appeared in her shadow, saying gently, "Really? Thank you for the compliment."

"Goooo!"

The creature shook its feathers and looked at the door that had suddenly split open in the wall, behind which was a spiral staircase that led to an unknown destination.

"Lord Kercha, as long as you keep going up this staircase, you can reach the second node on the thirty-third floor."

Claden quickly told Ria what he knew, and Ria smiled and said, "You know quite a lot."

"not me……"

Before he could finish speaking, Ria headed toward the seemingly endless staircase. Claden wanted to follow, but at the first step, he spotted the owl that had been following Ria.

It stared at Claden with its round eyes for a long time, then raised its front paw and pointed at him, as if warning him not to have any other thoughts.

"Lord Owl, how could I dare? My greatest hope right now is to be alive..."

Clarden is a wildlife enthusiast who has seen many species of owls, but he has never seen one with four legs like Little Swarth.

When faced with indecision, the only explanation is the extraordinary biodiversity.

After scrutinizing little Swarth for a moment, Claden turned his attention to the stairs, groaning, "I'll be exhausted climbing so many stairs."

"Goooo!"

Little Swarovski muttered something. After thinking about it carefully, it realized that what the man said made sense. If they worked the man to death, wouldn't they be without a guide?

So it stretched out its tentacles and quickly wrapped them around one of Claden's legs, turned around and dragged it away, and began to happily hop up and down the stairs.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

It jumped very fast, but it was tough on Clarden behind it. Before long, Clarden begged this ancestor to put him down so he could climb slowly.

If I keep banging my head, it'll swell up like a pomegranate.

Little Swarth stared at him in bewilderment, thinking that this person was really delicate. Indeed, people's physical condition cannot be compared. Compared to him, Ria's physical condition was much better.

Of course, Little Swarth wouldn't drag its host up the stairs like that; it would be too torturous. It's better to watch others suffer than to let Ria endure such torment.

It's very hypocritical.

So what if it's a double standard?
Lia and his group were still climbing the stairs. For Lia, this was not a physically demanding activity. However, some graffiti on the corners of the stairs caught his attention along the way.

Those words were written on the wall with red crayon, perhaps starting with someone's name, but now they have all been smeared away.

【■■■■！ You monster!】

【■■■■, you need to be purified; there is no place for you here!】

【■■■■！Your father protected you so much, yet you killed him. Your crime is unforgivable! Die!】【Die die ...

The walls were covered with the same words. After glancing at them a few times, Ria went down to the next floor and found that all the words on the walls had turned into bloodstains.

The walls were covered with a dense array of "I don't have it."

For the next few dozen floors, every wall was filled with the words "I don't have." The gray walls and dark red to grayish-brown lettering, with each stroke seemingly carved into the wall, were shocking. If someone on the scene had trypophobia, they would probably go crazy immediately.

Fortunately, Ria was reasonably tolerant of dense things. He kept observing the changes in the words as he climbed the building, but in reality, the words on each floor remained unchanged. Each floor was covered with blood-red characters, and every detail was unique, making one almost wonder if they were going in circles.

But Lia knew no, and when she finally climbed the thirty-second floor, the words on the wall changed.

The statement changed from "I didn't have it" to "So what if it is me?"

"Pfft..." Lia laughed. "That's ambitious."

Then a door appeared in front of them.

The second barrier – laziness.

A dark figure appeared at the doorway. The figure's true face was obscured, except for a completely blood-red mouth: "Looks like we need to increase the difficulty, otherwise making your gaming experience completely unenjoyable would be a sin."

"The gates of laziness are not for the lazy—otherwise, one must submit a billion chips to enter."

Lia's smile remained unchanged: "You're asking me for money."

"Please submit 1 billion in funding..."

The shadowy figure stopped speaking before he could finish. He was astonished to see the young man's pupils shrink to the size of pinpoints, and then his entire body began to collapse uncontrollably inward.

"no no--"

The shadowy figure landed, transforming into ten thousand chips.

Lia thought it was really stingy, but there was nothing she could do. Saving money was not easy, and windfalls didn't happen every day.

He shook his head, opened the door to laziness, and suddenly his vision went blank.

When he woke up again, he blinked in confusion, then was surprised to find that his vision had become very low, and some memories came back with him.

[You were once the son of a hospital director. Spoiled by your wealthy father, you committed countless evil deeds, even disregarding human life. Eventually, you were brought to trial. The clergy judged your father but spared you because of your youth.]

You feigned compliance with the clergy, escaped the courtroom, and discovered your father's hidden stash of money, which was now out in the open.

You lack survival experience and are used to a life where everything is done for you. You can only lie around complaining about money and are even unwilling to work.

One day, a group of people robbed you, and you lost everything. You, who were once held in high esteem, had never suffered such humiliation. But without money, you were useless, and you still refused to do anything. In the end, you were left homeless because you couldn't pay your rent.

You're sleeping on the streets now.

[Your mission: Earn at least two billion chips before starving to death] (End of Chapter)