They all call me an Outer God.

His appearance may not change much over time, unless he wants to try a new look.

"That's enough, you don't need to give me any more food."

Ria wiped his mouth. In order to better integrate into the local indigenous culture, he had changed his own clothes into the clothes prepared for him by High Priest Hanu.

Compared to his previous clothes, his current clothes are much more wild. The pale fabric, muscles and gold ornaments are perfectly combined. It is also rare for Lia to experience wearing clothes that are completely bare-chested. He is not thin, but now he can show off his strong and explosive figure.

Some people thought that Ria's skin was too pale, but High Priest Sistoru insisted that it would be fine as long as she basked in the sun.

"How did you become so thin and weak... You used to be as tall as a giant tree, even the pyramids were only worthy of being your stepping stones. How dare that hateful Tabalf treat you like this."

Tabalf is the name of the Barkley monarchs, and the lineage begins with Tabalf I and continues to the fifteenth monarch.

It is worth mentioning that the monarch who killed Hanu was Tabalf III, who was related to both Tabalf I and Tabalf II by blood.

This third king was known for his swift and decisive methods during his reign. He also liked to drive Hanuman to build him many tombs, the more the better, adhering to the attitude of pushing him to the limit as long as he didn't die. During his reign, he experienced a total of eight wars.

No one knows the cause of his death, but he was buried in the largest mausoleum built during his reign, as was customary.

In addition, this monarch also had a title—the Black Pharaoh.

“Ciscitoru, don’t worry too much about my size. My size can change at will.”

Ria had lost count of how many times Cicero had repeated this topic; his ears were practically calloused: "Tell me about the next plan. What are these royal pests demanding tribute from us this year?"

Upon hearing this topic, Sisitoru's face immediately turned cold: "They want three hundred people as laborers, three hundred tons of coal, and they also want to divide up our Pago Lake."

"Such an outrageous demand?"

Ria narrowed her eyes slightly: "What benefits did they give the Prince's faction?"

"The opportunity to possess supernatural powers."

"Did you make it?"

"It succeeded at least with me and six other people."

Sistoru lowered his head, not daring to meet Ria's gaze: "I originally thought that we could have more of our people succeed, so that we could better fight against them."

"You...oh, forget it."

Lia couldn't expect them to come up with a better plan, but Sistoru said, "We were supposed to continue paying tribute this year, but now that you've returned, we'll just attack and kill them all, letting them experience the wrath of giants!"

Sicily became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see the day when those people would submit to the giants.

But Ria shook her head and rejected the idea.

Sistoru exclaimed incredulously, "You're not planning to go to war with them!?"

"It's not necessary for now. Acting rashly will only lead to repeating past mistakes. I have a better solution."

The fact that the royal city has survived to this day amidst numerous wars instigated by giants suggests that the royal family must have its own methods for ensuring its enduring legacy. Otherwise, a hasty attack would only result in being besieged by a group of "gods".

“Those self-righteous people think we’re brainless, like blocks of stupid wood that’re easy to manipulate. They’re sorely mistaken.” Ria told Sisitoru to lower his head and listen to her plan. Sisitoru did so, and then his eyes widened.

He looked at Ria incredulously: "Your Majesty, are we really going to do this?"

"of course."

“I understand. Since this is your will, I will obey you unconditionally.”

Sisitoru turned and left.

The next day, he brought Ria a hooded robe and watched as Ria grew larger and larger until he became a giant nearly three meters tall with the same skin color as them.

Then Ria put on her robe and took some divination tools that Sistoru had prepared for her. This attire was consistent with the appearance of the prophets in the Hanu tribe who were skilled in sacrifice and prophecy.

Although the Henu are not as intelligent as the citizens of the city, they are unmatched in their natural perception. They can foresee the future based on their most instinctive premonitions, and those who can be called "prophets" are the best at predicting the future.

What Ria needs to do is to blend into the city in this manner, and ideally, to meet the monarch directly through her sophistry and prophecy.

"The journey will be smooth."

It's not a plea, it's an affirmation.

Ria tapped the crystal ball floating in front of her with her knuckles, as if she could already see the future within it.

The other giants were initially puzzled when they saw him, but were pleasantly surprised after learning the truth.

Of course, this surprise did not come from the fact that they had found someone among them who knew how to use their brains, but from the fact that their king had finally grown into a normal human body.

But why did their king suddenly change from a "warrior" to a "mage"?
But that's not the point. It seems that what they fed the king yesterday was quite effective. Giants really do need to eat more to grow taller and stronger.

It's unclear how long it will take and how much food it will consume to restore the King to his former Titan-like size.

"Fellow tribesmen, we're leaving now. I will strive to secure more positions for extraordinary individuals, so that more of you will have the opportunity to possess extraordinary powers."

Sisitoru set off for the royal city with his tribesmen and a pile of belongings, with Ria mixed in among them. Little Swarth hid under his hood, and for the first time, he felt that Ria's arms were so broad.

And so, it took them three days to reach the capital. Along the way, there was nothing but desert, with very little vegetation. The so-called capital was a city built around an oasis.

It is not lush and green. Due to the constant exploitation by tens of thousands of people, the greenery has long since disappeared. Only scattered vegetation and water sources can tell people that this place was once a fertile oasis.

Ria looked at the enormous camels behind her. These camels were also a specialty of the giants, used for vehicles, transportation, and food, but they were said to be quite tough and not recommended for any race other than the Hanu.

They arrived at the city gate, where towering boulders completely blocked out everything inside the city. The soldiers guarding the city, their heads wrapped in cloth, frowned upon seeing them: "Why are you so late?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, our prophet foretold that the sandstorms would be quite intense in the next few days, so this time is just right."

"Sandstorm? Where did this sandstorm come from..."

The soldier looked at the cloudless sky and was about to say something when Ria's fingers, hidden under his robe, twitched slightly. A gale, mixed with yellow sand, suddenly swept in from the other side of the horizon, forming a dark tornado at a speed visible to the naked eye.

(End of this chapter)