They all call me an Outer God.

"Oh?"

Hearing the word "angel," Ria became somewhat interested.

It's unclear whether the so-called angel was the angel from Meme One in his memory. Putting aside how these people obtained the angel's flesh and blood, if it really was those guys, normal people would only hasten their death after eating their flesh.

What kind of strange changes will occur is unknown. Perhaps it will be experiencing a lifetime in just three seconds, aging rapidly and then dying, or perhaps the body will gradually split apart, seeing thousands of versions of oneself fighting each other before suddenly dying.

In any case, no one can gain eternal life from angels who have been contaminated by memes. Their flesh and blood are poisonous to ordinary people and a shortcut to death.

But now someone is claiming that the restaurant sells angel flesh and blood, and that this is a story that actually happened in history. This scene slightly refreshed Lia.

Gluttony and famine... The wealthy who come from afar, the upscale restaurants that spend money like water—

Just as Ria was still thinking, a strange noise suddenly came from afar.

A man who looked quite wealthy was surrounded by four or five waiters. The waiters' professional smiles had vanished, and they were looking at the man with disgust, as if he were an excrement.

"Sir, are you unwilling to pay for the cost of our wooden tables and chairs from seed to finished product?"

"Huh? Have you all lost your minds? I've already been emptied of all my money! Don't push your luck! Why don't you start calculating from the price at the time of creation?"

"Hmm, that's a good idea, but we're not so depraved as to be sir. We can't afford the price; you still have your clothes and jewelry on."

As the waiter spoke, the other person's clothes suddenly disappeared, revealing a pale, aged body under the light.

Clarden's eyes widened, while Ria silently reached out and covered little Swarth's eyes with her hand.

“It doesn’t seem enough…” the waiters moved closer and closer. “But it’s alright, sir, you still have yourself.”

Even if you lose everything, you still have yourself to pay for it.

"Internal organs, blood, flesh, soul... these things cannot be measured by price, but if you offer enough, they can be traded."

"What do you want to do?!" The tycoon watched as the waiters got closer and closer to him, then let out a scream and disappeared from the spot.

During this time, not a single bystander stepped forward to help; in fact, many people gloated.

At that moment, a waiter brought several plates of meat from the kitchen and placed them on the table. The delicious meat was drizzled with tempting sauce, and the top was decorated with leaves and flowers of an unknown plant.

But how could someone as perceptive as Ria not see that the meat came from the old man just now?

The old man couldn't pay and was already classified as poor. The rich took pleasure in the poor, eating their flesh and fat. They killed him and then divided him up. In this light, the rest of the meat also became suspicious.

"Be careful not to eat anything here."

Although everything before him was just an illusion, Ria still reminded himself of the conditions for passing through here. Therefore, when the people asked him if he wanted to try the newly served meat and pay the extra price for it, Ria acquiesced.

Then he was given a plate of meat, and the people stared at him intently, as if they wouldn't be at ease until they saw him eat it.

Lia had extensive experience with this kind of situation. The next moment, the young man placed the plate on the table, slowly sat down, tied a napkin, picked up his knife and fork, and then used his magician's ability to transfer what he was about to put in his mouth. On the surface, it appeared as if he had eaten everything.

The waiters smiled broadly and asked, "How's it?"

“Very special.”

"It represents the weight of money, so it's quite special; it's even sprinkled with some gold leaf fragments."

As they spoke, the waiters approached Ria again, pinching their fingers together to ask for a tip. Ria reached out his hand, about to give it, when he heard the waiter across from him say something to him.

"You won't get any return on your investment here; often, your trades will come to nothing."

Ria thought she had misheard, because the voice didn't sound like a waiter's at all; it was a low, hoarse, young voice, devoid of any thought or emotion, simply stating a fact.

His pupils dilated for a moment, not because the words sounded like a denial of his meme, but because the voice sounded somewhat similar to his own.

"Sir, sir?"

The waiter waved his hand, noticing that after a moment of surprise, Ria began to look displeased. He believed this was a highly impolite act and that the other party should pay more for it.

Ria tacitly approved of this behavior, then looked to his side. He was now a meme II, and the symptoms of being corrupted by the supernatural would only get worse. Hearing random noises was not enough to make him paranoid.

The ball began, and people were dancing. Ria and her group stood aside, observing coldly. After watching for a while, Ria suddenly asked Clarden, "What kind of person do you think I am?"

"Ah, is that something I can answer?"

Claden didn't dare to speak. He didn't know much about Ria, but he was certain that this person was full of bad intentions and no one knew what he was thinking. Apart from that, Claden was certain that Ria's strength was absolutely formidable.

If he wanted to, he could have easily demolished the building that was trapping them, but Ria didn't. Instead, she patiently played "house" with them.

Claden wasn't sure why he came up with the word, but he just had a strange feeling that Ria was enjoying being with other people.

"Can't you answer that?"

Ria fell silent for a moment, while little Swarth kept cooing incessantly. No one could understand what it was saying, but it seemed that it was happy to shower Ria with all the praise in the world.

“Regardless of their past, once a superhuman reaches a high level of meme, they will gradually lose their humanity and become no different from those superhuman mythical creatures.”

Lia stared at the dancing crowd and smiled, "It's a predetermined ending. So many people want to struggle but can't. We are like newborn ants that this world is fooling. The best outcome is just to leave the nest and then discover that there is such a vast and powerless sky."

"Claden, given this kind of world, do you still want it to continue to exist?"

As if it were a casual remark, Ria posed this question to Claden, but her usual nonchalance was nowhere to be seen on her face.

(End of this chapter)