They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 5 Abnormal Tenants
"Eat."

Ria sighed.

As if a switch had been flipped, the monsters swarmed forward and devoured their new kind. Finally, Ria couldn't hold back any longer and found a trash can to vomit uncontrollably.

Finally, his eyes reddened as he fiercely wiped his mouth.

It seems that everything should be done in moderation. He originally wanted these monsters to be contaminated by the eyes on the back of their necks one by one, and then be devoured by their own kind, but obviously such delusional greed was not realistic.

too disgusting.

That's enough for today, we'll continue tomorrow night.

Lia said a 'friendly' goodbye to the monsters and planned to leave and go back to her so-called home to sleep.

He put his coat back on and looked up at the moon overhead—it was still stunningly red.

Although he felt terrible all over, he was in an unusually good mood.

"If I had a calendar, I would definitely write 'suitable to go out' on today."

Today is a really good day.

Lia left humming a little tune; the unknown melody, mixed with the increasingly thick fog and the crimson moon, seemed so eerie.

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight shone through the cobweb-covered glass, illuminating all the dust inside the wooden cabin.

Lia opened her eyes, stretched, and saw that she was still in the room and had not traveled back. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and inexplicably panicked.

He got up, dressed, found a mirror, and looked at himself for a few moments, only to find that his appearance was indeed completely different from before.

The young man in the mirror looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, with a deep-set face, pale skin, and bluish under-eyes. He was clearly a typical case of malnutrition and lack of sunlight.

In addition, the young man had dull, jet-black hair and light gray-blue eyes, which surprised him somewhat.

He thought his original eyes should be golden, but they weren't.

It seems that the golden eyes on the back of the neck and body are indeed due to the contamination disease. An outsider is an outsider after all, and the eye color cannot be consistent with that of the original body.

"Although the eye in the back is quite useful, it is also a menace, and I must find a way to get rid of it."

"Let's try it first."

As he was thinking, Ria picked up a fruit knife and pointed it at the back of his neck, ready to see if he could cut it off. But just as he was about to make his move, his arm suddenly felt as if it were bound by something and he couldn't move.

Ria gritted his teeth instantly, knowing that the virus was stopping him. If that was the case, then the method was feasible. In any case, the worst outcome was that his eye would fall out and a new one would grow. To him, there was no difference between one eye and a group of eyes.

He insisted on taking action, while the virus insisted on stopping it.

Just as the two were at an impasse, there was a knock on the door. Ria was busy fighting her eyes and ignored it. Soon, the door was unlocked from the outside.

Mrs. Stokes flung open the door and saw her tenant gritting her teeth, holding a knife, ready to end her own life.

She angrily kicked the door to the side, the loud noise startling Ria so much that her fingers slipped and the fruit knife fell to the ground with a clatter.

"What are you doing! What do you think you're doing?!"

Lia looked at the gray-haired old woman with a bewildered expression. She was holding a bag of fresh bread that was steaming in her arms, and she looked extremely angry.

“I can’t stand you anymore! Do you even know whose house this is?! You’re just causing trouble for me in this house, aren’t you? If you’re going to die, get out of here. Don’t give the church an excuse to come and investigate.”

She finished speaking, her anger still not completely dissipated. At this point, it was clear to Ria that she had misunderstood something, and she quickly stepped forward to explain.

“I just want to cut off the mole on my neck, it’s not like I’m suicidal.” As he was speaking, Mrs. Ster suddenly took a few steps and walked around behind him. Ria tried to stop her, but it was too late.

He prayed that Mrs. Ster wouldn't be hurt by seeing his eye, but she became even angrier: "A mole, fine, a mole, what mole? I think you look like a mole!"

She leaned against the wall, took a few deep breaths, and then handed the bread to Ria.

“You owe me three months and five days’ rent. I originally didn’t want to make things too difficult for you because I felt sorry for you, but now it seems you still need to be sent to an orphanage to work for a few months to calm down.”

Ria didn't hear what she said after that; his mind was completely occupied with the fact that she couldn't see the back of his eyes.

"Can't you really see it? It's so obvious, my eyes are so clearly visible in the back of my head!"

"Golden, glowing eyes!"

Mrs. Ster looked at him, and as she looked, her gaze suddenly changed from anger to pity.

"poor child."

“How did you become like this? You can’t stay cooped up indoors anymore. You need to engage with society and you need to work.”

"Look at yourself, you're suffering from delusions."

After saying that, she pulled the dazed Ria downstairs. Ria was still a little uncomfortable as she stepped from the dark environment into the sunlight.

However, he was soon captivated by the scenery.

It was only morning, but people were already leaving their cozy sleep to buy breakfast. They were dressed simply, which was normal for Winstown, a remote town.

In comparison, Lia's own coat became a luxury item among the clothes of this group of people.

After Mrs. Sterling brought Ria downstairs, she made him watch the shop for her and strictly required him to do a good job, otherwise he could not leave the shop.

She taught Ria how to put the bread dough into the oven and how to take it out without burning her hands and plate it for customers to choose from.

Of course, these are all basics. She couldn't possibly teach Ria how to make bread. What if this seemingly mentally unstable tenant suddenly suffocated on the face with the water-mixed dough?

"No, we can't let him get near the oven!"

Mrs. Stir remembered that ovens could be dangerous, but when she turned her head, she saw that Ria had already stuck half of her body inside the oven.

Although there was no heat inside, and Ria was simply curious about the structure of the oven in this world, Mrs. Ster still pulled him down by the collar.

Her complexion at that moment was definitely not good.

"You go and look after the store; I'll teach you how to sell things."

She walked up to the stall. It was rare for her tenant to be willing to come down and watch the shop, so she had to explain things to him more.

"Remember, a loaf of bread costs 2 swahl, with butter and greens it's 3 swahl, with sausage it's 5 swahl, and there are no discounts for buying more."

Ria asked, puzzled, "What is Schwarz?"

He had never even heard of the currency units in this world.

Mrs. Stir initially thought that Ria had something wrong with her head, but now she has confirmed her suspicions.

Her gaze softened, and she smiled kindly as she patiently explained, "That's the most basic currency. One hundred swahl can be exchanged for one le, one hundred le is one silver coin, and one hundred silver coins is one gold coin."

(End of this chapter)