They all call me an Outer God.

(P.S.: Chapter 547, how come I misspelled the chapter number again?)
So the group of people started laughing at Sofia. After thinking for a moment, Ria remembered that Claden was still locked up by him, so he quickly released him.

Poor Claden has been in a dazed state ever since he was brought back to light; he probably needs more than just a simple psychological counseling session.

"Even the best psychologists in the world cannot heal my inner wounds. I feel nauseous whenever I see money now."

Unfortunately, the ruins were filled with gold fragments, their glittering light making him dizzy.

So Claden vomited shortly after opening his eyes.

When your nerves are on edge, it's fine, but once you relax, those suppressed pollutants quickly fill your nerves, turning into nightmares you can't escape at night.

And Ria is the source of all this nightmare.

"vomit--"

Claden clutched his chest, bent over, and vomited violently, but what he vomited up were gold nuggets. When he saw the gold nuggets, he vomited even more violently. As he vomited, he looked around and realized that the only person he could turn to for help seemed to be Sofia, who appeared to have recovered.

So he reached out his hand towards Sofia: "Boss, save me! What happened to me!?"

Before Sophia could answer, Jamildon approached Claden, bent down without any hesitation, picked up a piece of gold from the ground, and rubbed it between his fingers. The gold melted from the intense heat of the steam.

The next second, it froze solid again, and Gabrieldon, who witnessed it all, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "Gold of extremely high purity, with impurities that are almost negligible... But I guess, you must have been involved, Kercha?"

"Cough cough."

Ria shifted her gaze: "It was just an accident."

"An accident? What kind of accident could reverse meme contamination and make the things that superhumans fear most come true?"

While teasing Ria, Jamildon skillfully opened the lens of his mask and stuffed the gold inside as a research sample.

Soon, the sound of precious metals being crushed could be heard from inside.

"Hmm..." He pondered for a long time, as if savoring fine wine, and made a series of analyses on the gold.

"The reversed meme contamination is only temporary and doesn't last long. These imaginary creations will also disappear after a while, but even so it's still incredible. Kelcha, before you, no one could reverse meme contamination."

"Does that mean I won't die, Doctor?" Claden asked almost impatiently.

"No, of course not. You can think of it as a prank curse. During this time, you can ignore or even reverse the pollution effects brought by the main meme, and even turn fear into reality."

Of course, when you're influenced, your favorite things will turn into your most hated things. You should be glad your main meme is a black marketeer; after all, if you were a crow meme, you'd have a whole bunch of lovers chasing after you right now.

Claden: "..."

The sky is falling.

On the one hand, Jamildon comforted him that it wasn't a terminal illness and it wasn't a big deal, but on the other hand, he wanted to find out from Ria when this ability first appeared and whether he could successfully control and perfect it.

Ria didn't intend to hide it: "If it weren't for Mr. Perlmand's arrangement of the Gate of Greed, I probably would never have discovered that I had such a talent in my life. At least it's quite useful for temporarily escaping the contamination of the main meme."

They originated from unconscious actions I took when I ascended to meme 2, and I personally don't yet know how to manipulate them.

"So what are your thoughts on all this gold lying around?"

"I have no thoughts on it. They're all fake. Even if they're real now, they'll revert to their original state after a while."

“But you could easily sell the counterfeit goods during this time, which is very much in line with the nature of you black market dealers.” “That sounds good.” Ria’s eyes lit up slightly, but she quickly changed the subject, “But I don’t think you would be happy for me to do that, right?”

World Serpent: "Yes, this ability has threatened the order of reality. If you dare to do this, we will take some unconventional measures."

“I knew you would say that, Your Majesty.”

The young man shook his head: "I call the ability to reverse pollution 'imbalance.' I can't control this ability to imbalance right now, so let's leave it aside for now."

"But precisely because I know very well that they are all virtual constructs that will disappear or revert to their original form when the time comes, I want to ask a question that I've always wanted to ask."

As he spoke, he looked at Jamildon's face, which was covered by a metal bird-beak mask.

Gabrieldon: "Please speak."

"Your Excellency, Angel of Life, I would like to ask you why you ate other people's vomit?"

It would have been better if he hadn't said it. As soon as he did, many people in the audience realized what they had heard and remembered what Jamildon had just done, and their expressions changed.

Yes, that gold was essentially vomit. Although the Angel of Life's body was essentially no different from a medical machine, everyone still looked at Him with strange eyes.

And Ria took the opportunity to ask that fatal question.

"You don't like washing your mask either?"

"..."

As the question was asked, the steam leaking from Jamildon's cloak swirled more violently, even showing faint signs of turning red. All anyone heard was a cold snort from Him, before He vanished without a trace in an instant.

Saller: "Tsk tsk tsk, look at how petty an angel is."

The World Serpent explained, "He is not petty; He has simply re-divided into countless plague healers."

"That's still a sign of a narrow-minded person."

“That seems to make some sense…” The World Serpent fell into deep thought. Soon, it looked at Ria, “The time given by the Hephaestus is up. I should probably return my consciousness to my body. Before I leave, I hope you will treat that sword with care.”

"It is a strange thing. The blade that strikes you today may strike you unexpectedly tomorrow. In addition, it recognizes you because you have the qualities to be a leader. It hopes you can make good use of it to protect this country."

"I will." Ria transformed the blade back into a cane, making a promise to the World Serpent's avatar. Just as the boy in front of him was about to disappear, he took another step forward.

"Your Majesty, may I have the honor of knowing your name?"

"You want my real name?"

The World Serpent's tone was somewhat playful, but He still did not refuse.

"You already know my real name; in fact, everyone here knows that name."

“Every person in this land who calls out his country is calling out my name.”

“My name is Endless, which means…never-ending.”

(End of this chapter)