They all call me an Outer God.

The confused student is naturally referring to Lia.

However, Ria is not confused now.

He was perfectly lucid.

He watched with a clear mind as those centipede-like creatures penetrated his body from nothingness, then transformed into threads that manipulated him, using his power to corrupt his mind.

He simply couldn't control his body at the moment. The pollution from the calamity star had completely eroded his weakened body, trapped Ria's consciousness within it, and was even trying to completely engulf it.

The centipedes and threads that Leah saw when he recited the prayer for the rising sun were the products of the evil star Gherus. He may have been eyeing him earlier than he expected. For example, even now, Leah can still hear the whispers of the Outer Gods in his mind.

He couldn't understand it, but he could vaguely sense the malice in the other person's words. In any case, they were definitely not good words, and hearing them too much would make Ria develop the same malice as him, becoming bloodthirsty and cruel.

【Kill ■■■■, all ■■ will die——】

"..."

[■■■■Death, no ■■Old Days ■■■or New Life ■■, all ■■■die!]

"Your thinking seems a bit too extreme. Don't you really consider seeing a psychologist?"

【You went and killed all of them, Atos】

"You seem to have mistaken me for someone else; I am not Him."

Ria became increasingly agitated. If his subconscious mind was like this, his outward behavior became more and more arrogant. Dark mist condensed around him, forming a cloak-like garment that obscured his eyes. A golden eye pattern completely replaced his original eyes.

"Swald, are you alright?"

Ria tried to call out to Swarth, but received no response.

A scythe slowly appeared in the hand of the figure outside. He was now radiating black energy, looking more like a grim reaper who had come to sever souls than anyone else.

Perlmand's figure reappeared before him, and "himself" gleefully swung his scythe at him, severing his neck, limbs, and underdeveloped wings, patiently waiting for them to regenerate.

"You seem to be in pain."

The shadowy figure slowly rose into the air, looking down at his enemy with pity, but less than a second later, he raised the scythe in his hand high: "But it's not enough. The price you have to pay is far greater than this."

"Thorn-"

Like the sound of time and space being cut, a blade of light so dark that it couldn't reveal a single ray of light swiftly slashed down. Perlmand suddenly turned around to dodge the attack, and then saw a crack hundreds of feet long appear silently on the ground, its depth immeasurable.

Wriggling tentacles emerged from it like insects, and the dark figure above did not look well; tentacles appeared at the bottom of his cloak, and wriggling marks also appeared on the surface of his clothing.

That was no longer human; he was like a monster wrapped and sealed by a distorted shroud, and now that monster was eager to break free of its restraints and reveal its true mythical form to the world.

The pollution he emits is drawing out the most essential desires of living beings within thousands of miles, and the weaker people's desires become, the more greedy and insatiable this ruler will become.

This is a famine.

"He has completely lost his mind."

Perlmand discovered that the creature in front of him was fighting with a reckless, suicidal style, and that was not even its most fundamental strength. The longer the fight dragged on, the more terrifying the aura emanating from the shadowy figure became.

It's not wise to linger in battle now; continuing would truly mean certain death. Survival is the priority.

Just as Perlmand had this thought and turned to leave, another figure blocked his way.

Ivand glanced at him casually, a cigarette dangling from his lips, but his seemingly indifferent gaze sent a chill down Perlman's spine.

“I remember that child, Ria, was perfectly fine not long ago, but she has become like this since she came to you.”

"Do you want to die?"

With a simple question, without further elaboration or even asking "Did you do it?", the mentor, like a judge in court, sealed Perlmand's fate.

Perlmand felt the pressure from the Gate's Familiar. He didn't dare to breathe, and the bone wings on his back trembled, making a "crackling" sound, before suddenly bending and stabbing towards himself.

He probably intended to kill himself and then escape. The bad thing about high-level superhumans is that they never take their own lives seriously because they have plenty of backup plans. Like a gecko, they like to detach their tails to escape if they are not careful.

Perlmand was no exception. Since he was willing to give up everything to possess Sophia's body before his death, he could naturally abandon this body now to find a more perfect suitable candidate.

It would be difficult to find another body as suitable as Sofia's.

Perlmand was extremely unwilling. He was just one step away from becoming an angel. If he gave up everything, he would have to start all over again. But what did it matter to give up this small gain for the sake of long-term benefits?
Goodbye, you fools!

Perlmand was about to commit suicide, but when the sharp bone was less than an inch from his head, he was unable to move no matter what he did.

"You seem to really want to leave me. We've been together for so long... How can you bear to do this?"

Sofia's voice suddenly rang out from that body, and countless hands shot out from the ground, climbing upwards in layers, grabbing Perlmand's torso and limbs.

“You can’t get rid of me, Perlmand.”

"Come to hell with me."

"Get out! Get out of here!" Perlmand roared hysterically, scratching at his own flesh, making his already gruesome body even more riddled with holes, like an anthill.

His tongue was pierced, and his eyes were stabbed.

He fell to the ground in agony, rolling around, sometimes laughing and sometimes crying. Ivand glanced at him again, then turned his gaze and walked directly toward Ria.

The creature ahead was undoubtedly dangerous. The cluster of tentacles, unable to disperse, writhed crowdedly in the shadow of the thick black fog. The golden eye pattern on the upper half of its head emitted a strong, eerie, and distorted light, with an iridescent hue like oil submerged in water.

It was completely unrecognizable as a human being. If it weren't for the black mist blocking the way, it's impossible to know what form it would have ultimately taken.

Rusty threads pierced his body from all sides, making the creature appear even more like a demon bound and suspended in mid-air by thousands of chains.

"Do you remember who I am?"

Ivand approached him, and the creature, sensing the new signs of life, waved its tentacles at an extremely slow pace.

"teacher……?"

(End of this chapter)