They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 57 The Gale and the Lord of the Abyss

"The filthy are not worthy to enter your divine kingdom."
You are sacred.

Your will is righteous.
We will follow your guidance...

Please guide the lost sheep, please drive away the old spirits that obscure the sun, please save your believers.

After silently reciting the Rising Sun Prayer, Ria plucked a feather from a mythical creature and burned it with flames, hoping that the Radiant Rising Sun would provide a solution through this sacrifice.

If He could personally intervene, that would be wonderful, but Leah did not believe that these things would bring Him down.

His followers are numerous, and the land of Endreus is never short of believers. The loss of just one Grani is of no concern to Him.

Even if all the believers were lost, Ria suspected that the other party would not even glance at this place.

He is more like a mechanized rule.

Ria wanted to request that this rule be "patched" in Grani.

"call--"

The crimson flames instantly devoured the mythical creature's feathers, and only one word appeared in the ashes on the ground.

【Nhhsu】

This is the meaning of violet in this world language.

"Violet...Violet wine?"

Ria suddenly remembered a legend that mentioned a saint adding violet wine to fire to dispel the dark clouds. She thought the dark clouds probably referred to the raging winds and the lord of the abyss at that time.

"But the ceremony needs to be performed outside. When it rains, the fire will be extinguished, and those fishmen probably won't let me start a fire in the street."

"Let's set aside this plan for now; I have a backup plan."

Lia wiped away the ashes on the ground and looked up at the oppressive, upturned sea outside the window.

"The fish-men, as servants of the Lord of Gale and Abyss, must have their reasons for believing that He is still alive. If we don't make good use of this, it would be a waste of the excellent conditions created by my meme and golden eyes."

As he spoke, he lit a new piece of paper, and in the warm light of the fire, the mythical creature shuddered.

Another hair was plucked from it.

"Be quiet. I'll buy you something delicious once these things are settled."

"Goo." Little Swarth shook its head and hid behind a stool not far away, watching the burning paper and its host recite the incantation of another deity with a blank expression.

Ria's idea was simple: if the fishmen could pray to the Lord of the Gale and the Abyss, why couldn't he?

There is no reason.

“Your Lord is very good; He is mine now.”

"All of this is thanks to a certain merman who provided the sacrificial text."

Ria smiled, her expression visibly becoming devout, her voice filled with awe for an unknown being.

"A nightmare resurrected from the depths of the extreme cold abyss"

In the endless dark sea,
The god of fertility, fallen to a place where no remains of bones exist.

The hurricane devoured all unclean life.

The abyss brings immortality; praise the raging winds and the abyss.
Please forgive the impudent sacrifice, and allow me to inquire of you about a plan to slaughter the sea monsters, to prevent them from disturbing your slumber.

Such a request could be considered impolite, but Ria was gambling, gambling on a sliver of hope, gambling that the Lord of the Gale and the Lord of the Abyss had not awakened, gambling that He currently lacked the ability to discern.

Since he only has two days left until his predicted death, he might as well take a big gamble.

What is the premise for death two days later? It is that he will not die within two days.

This time, there was no fire; Little Swarth's feathers were instantly blown to ashes by a gust of wind, and a line of text appeared on the ground—

The mucus of the Sea Serpent Fishman is flammable.

"Is that so?" Ria stared at the words with some surprise.

A moment later, he stood up from the ground, picked up a broom from the corner, and cleaned up all the ashes on the ground.

Since there is a suggestion from the two gods, Ria can collect the slime of the sea people, smear it on the surface of wood, set it on fire in the open air, and then pour violet wine into it.

Such conditions seem easy to meet. There are fishmen readily available in the inn. Although Ria may not be able to defeat them by force alone, he can try to exchange some slime from them, or he can sneak out to find other fishmen to get slime.

As for the violet wine—he happened to have more than half a bottle left over from last time, which he placed in Little Swarth's body for safekeeping.

After hearing the legend, Ria felt that the wine in his hand had a remarkable origin and was a valuable item worth collecting and savoring. So he poured himself a glass and kept the rest.

"Then all I need is some mucus."

Ria walked to the window, opened it, estimated the distance from the window to the ground, and jumped out.

With his current physical condition, reaching such a height was no problem for him, but when he looked up again, he found Daisy standing in front of him with a professional smile on her face.

"Mr. Kelcha, where are we going?"

"It's best not to leave your room unnecessarily these next few days, otherwise you could easily run into danger."

"I don't think anything is more dangerous than you. Sorry, but for our deal, you'd better play dumb."

As she spoke, Ria instructed the mythical creature to pounce and pierce the opponent's gills with its tentacles. Little Swarth did as instructed, and in an instant, it transformed into thousands of ferocious tentacles that covered Daisy. The opponent's speed was also unusually fast.

She dodged the oncoming tentacles, her body covered in grayish-white fish scales, and her size swelled up. In that instant, she transformed into a gray shadow in the rain and rushed to Ria's side, opening her mouth to bite off his head. At that moment, Little Swarth's tentacles blocked its mouth and were bitten off, causing it to writhe in pain.

The mythical creature was in a bad state, and Daisy was in an even worse one. It quickly spat out those few tentacles, its tongue and mouth already corroded and ulcerated by the acidic substance. Taking this opportunity, the remaining tentacles quickly twisted into sharp spikes and stabbed at it, targeting its fragile gills.

"You're quite impressive."

Lia blocked the opponent's sudden attack with her cane: "Don't you want to make a deal with me?"

"Roar!!!"

Miss Daisy in her fish-man form clearly had no intention of having a proper conversation with Ria. She had long noticed that Ria was not a human who could be easily manipulated, but rather the rumored disordered one.

Daisy was afraid that such a person, who served as a breeding ground for fish eggs, would transmit the disease to their offspring, so she decided to kill Ria here to prevent future troubles.

“How heartless.”

Ria stepped back, quickly dodging the fishman's opening and closing mouth, and swiftly thrust her staff into the fishman's mouth, gripping it with both hands and locked in a stalemate.

"Quick! Now's the time!"

His eyes widened, his pupils reflecting the fishman's mouth, which resembled a deep abyss and even had a strange smell. At both ends of the mouth were the fishman's unique gills, which would open and close with each breath, allowing one to see from one end to the other.

(End of this chapter)