They all call me an Outer God.

"Goooo?"

Little Swarth approached the gold coin and found that it was completely still and had lost all trace of Ria's presence.

But as it drew closer, some forcibly implanted knowledge began to surface in his mind—

This is a special gold coin.

Only special people can obtain it.

If you have any conscience, please put it back where it was, because it doesn't belong to anyone. It's a free, self-aware gold coin, and it's on a journey.

If you're in trouble, you can make a wish upon it, and it will split into two gold coins to help you solve your immediate problem. You can take one of them to resolve your trouble, but remember, there's no such thing as a free lunch; your costs will accumulate.

This gold coin will generate new gold coins as you make a wish, but remember, it is ultimately a free gold coin, and no one should or has the right to take it away.

"Gurgle." Realizing that so much information had appeared in his mind, Little Swarth rotated his head 359 degrees again and then turned it back.

It picked up the gold coin and examined it carefully several times, trying to make a wish to it so that it would split.

So one gold coin became two.

Two coins became four coins, and four coins became eight coins.

As long as he keeps making wishes, the gold coins seem to increase exponentially, but just as Little Swarth tries to make the number of gold coins even greater, new information appears in his mind.

[Swartz, stop playing around. You can buy anything you want without paying any price.]

"Aww!" Little Swarth's ears perked up, and his eyes lit up with joy.

See, this is what favoritism looks like.

The advantage of having a parent who manages money and trade is that it doesn't have to pay any price for spending money. It's as if Ria has already appeared in front of it, tossed it a black card, and told it to spend it as it pleases.

Lia is the best person in the world.

Little Swarth firmly believed this.

Although it doesn't like spending money.

But there will always be people who are interested in money.

……

Endlers, Cranbea.

"Wouldn't it be better to move that pillar a little to the left? Move it a little to the left."

"No, no, no, it seems too far to the left. Let's move it a little to the right."

"It's too far to the right. I don't like asymmetry. I hope you can rotate the pattern on top to make the pillars on both sides completely symmetrical."

"...Hmm, how about we go back to the first version and try it out?"

Inside the newly built Golden Church, the White Rose Witch, Laelana, the chief architect, is analyzing the blueprints, while poor Emigana is struggling to carry a pillar back and forth.

In fact, he didn't understand why he had come to move the pillars. These pillars neither served a load-bearing function nor could they be eaten; they were merely used as partitions and decorations. Erigana felt that even arranging a row of bricks would serve the same purpose.

But the witches who came to supervise the work didn't seem to think so.

"The Lord's church must be magnificent enough. He is the symbol of trade and the source of money. Can you bear to imagine such a being living in a brick house?"

Alice the witch crossed her arms and watched Emigana struggle to move the pillar. Then she suddenly thought, "Why don't we just remove the pillar? I suddenly feel that it's more beautiful and spacious without it."

"Please, please spare me! I'm just a fish!"

Emigana finally couldn't take it anymore. He finally experienced the terrifying power of the evil client and collapsed to the ground, refusing to move again.

No matter what, he's just a murloc. He's not a bulldozer. Murlocs can't be used as bulldozers. To be honest, even a bulldozer would be scrapped if used like that.

Where is Saler? Why doesn't Saler have to work?

Enigana rolled on the ground in frustration, his head pointing straight towards the door. It was only when he looked up that he noticed a strange figure standing in the doorway.

It was a child who was about ten years old. He was dressed in tattered clothes, as if he had just rummaged through a garbage dump. There was a little dark oil stain on the corner of his mouth, and his shoes had a big hole in them.

Upon realizing he was being stared at, the child seemed startled and quickly hid behind the door. Emigana, however, hurriedly touched his face. After confirming that he was not currently revealing his true form and did not look frightening, he stood up and walked towards the child.

"Don't be afraid, child. Are you here to pray at church?"

The boy was even more frightened when he saw him approaching. He immediately took off running, and ran very fast. By the time Emigana chased after him, he only saw a back view.

Why was he sneaking around outside the door?

Emigana was increasingly puzzled.

"They probably came to the church looking for something to eat?"

Leilana walked over to Erigana, flicked her fingers, and a basket of steaming bread appeared in her hands.

"Kranbeia is a very prosperous city, but there are unexpectedly many beggars in the alleys. This is probably because the stronger the light, the heavier the shadow."

She handed the bread basket to Emigana: "Go and give them the food, and then bring them back. This is a good opportunity to develop the faith of our Lord."

“A church cannot grow and prosper by relying solely on the wealthy. After all, the Lord is wealth itself, and what He has in abundance is money.”

"I understand!"

Emigana felt he had learned a lot again, so he took the basket of bread and chased after it.

Not long after, he found the boy in a dark alley. The boy had bright eyes, and behind him was a group of ragged beggars of all ages. Some were so old that they could only walk with the help of a cane, and the youngest child had just learned to walk.

"you……"

Emigana looked into their eyes and was speechless for a moment. He simply handed them the basket of bread and said, "This is for you. Eat it while it's hot."

Why are you giving us food?

The boy's eyes were filled with hostility: "Do you also want to poison us and kill us?"

"Poisoning? No, of course not!"

Emigana swore he had never harmed anyone, let alone poisoned anyone, but those cautious people clearly didn't believe him.

Left with no other choice, Erigana picked up the bread and ate it himself. He ate with relish, and while he was eating, he could see that those eyes were still fixed on him, and some people even swallowed hard.

Just as Emiragana was about to eat the next loaf of bread, the men finally reached out to the basket and shared the bread inside.

Emigana paused for a moment, then grinned foolishly at how quickly they were eating.

However, he hadn't forgotten what they had just said, so he asked the boy, "What do you mean by poisoning?"

"Isn't this what nobles often do—purge?" The boy took a big bite of bread, as if the bread in his hand were the flesh and blood of the evil bourgeoisie.

Through his words, Emigana also learned of some of the dark deeds hidden beneath the city's glamorous exterior.

Nobles, who make up less than 2% of the population in Enderles, monopolize 98% of the nation's wealth.

They are arrogant and conceited, looking down on everyone except themselves, regarding the poor as ants. Recently, there have been faint rumors of the end of the world. For the poor, it makes no difference when the world ends, but the nobles cherish their lives very much.

They care, they care about it extremely much.

Those who knew a little about the truth believed that civilians brought the pollution and the virus, while others believed that since the world was going to perish, the ark that could carry hundreds of thousands of people and allow them to survive the apocalypse must appear.

But the number of nobles is not several hundred thousand. Doesn't that mean that there will be commoners on the ark? And what if the outcome is even worse, with commoners being chosen to board the ark while they are not?

So the clever nobles came up with a solution.

They wanted to purge the civilians, but they couldn't go too far.

At the very least, it can't be done on the surface.

So they first reached out to the poor and beggars, whose status was even lower than that of ordinary people. They regarded them as stray dogs of the dark side of society, and bugs that only gnaw on garbage.

Those people felt that something evil had appeared in the place where they lived, so they pretended to give some food to gain the favor of the poor, but actually put deadly poison in it.

No one cares about the life or death of the poor; in this world, poverty is the original sin.

"My sister was poisoned to death by those scumbags."

The boy tore at his bread viciously: "I'm going to kill them, I'm going to kill them, I will definitely kill them—"

As he chewed, his gaze towards Emigana changed again: "Your clothes are very new and look expensive... Are you also a nobleman?"

"No, no, how could I be a nobleman?"

Erigana quickly distanced himself from the group of nobles, fearing that the child opposite might bite him: "As you can see, I am a clergyman of the Golden Church. You can call me Erigana."

“Emiragana? What a strange name.”

"Hehe, yes, my family gave me that name."

Emigana thought of Dagon: "And you, what's your name?"

"Sullivan".

“Great, Sullivan, from now on we’re friends. We’re currently renovating the Golden Church and we’re short-staffed. You can come and lend a hand. I’m sure the Lord of Trade will be pleased to hear about this.”

"The master of trade?"

"Yes, you don't know Him very well, but that's okay. I'll tell you, the Lord of Trade is the greatest savior. He symbolizes money and controls all trade in the world."

"Then He must be very rich."

“Rich…” Emigana couldn’t help but think of Ria.

Is Lia rich?
He thought about it carefully and realized that Ria's gloves were made of artificial leather, her ring was bought from a street stall, and her clothes were a counterfeit brand.

He thought he had seen the logo on the clothes before, which was something like TM, but when he arrived in the city, he realized that the correct logo was actually IM.

Emigana thought about it more and more and felt that he couldn't continue thinking about it. It was terrifying to think about. How could the Lord of Trade not have money? How could a god who was high and mighty go out wearing a high-quality fake?

It’s fake, absolutely fake!

Emigana shook his head inwardly, because he realized that Ria didn't seem to be very wealthy.

But can such things be said casually? If the ruler of trade has no money to tell others, who will still believe in Him?

"Yes, He is very rich; He is the source of wealth."

Emigana is lying through his teeth.

Will believing in Him make me rich?

"of course!"

Emigana continued to nod against his conscience.

"All right then."

Sullivan stood up, dusted himself off, and said, "I'm going to help at church. I want to have faith in Him."

"Welcome!" Emigana looked at the group of bright-eyed poor people. He was satisfied with the outcome. People who were willing to use their own labor to acquire wealth were noble.

As for what the nobles think, he's not human, why should he care?

The Golden Church is a relatively new organization, and now is the time to build up its followers.

“I’ll recite His prayer to you once, remember it and don’t forget it… never mind, you can’t remember it anyway, I’ll write it down for you.”

Emigana found a piece of paper, wrote down Ria's prayer, and then handed it over.

He told these people to call on His name if they needed it, even though there would be no response most of the time, it would at least be a comfort to their souls.

If you encounter any difficulties, you can seek help from the witches; kind-hearted witches will be happy to assist you.

After saying this, Emigana led everyone to the Golden Church. The moment they stepped inside, everyone felt as if they were being watched, from their physical bodies to their souls, everything seemed to be exposed under the radiance.

Building this church nearly emptied half of Leilana's savings. The magnificent building was designed by Leilana herself, a top designer, and she poured almost all her energy into it.

A qualified designer should always leave behind their most proud works in their lifetime, and Leilana is willing to guarantee that this is her most perfect masterpiece.

To match the themes of "trade" and "gold," the Golden Church even has gold carvings on the edges of its white pillars, and stained-glass windows of various gemstones reflect the colorful sunlight, making the statue of the trade god shine exceptionally brightly.

"Praise be to trade!"

Lelana gazed at the statue and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration once again.

Besides their beauty, most witches are very wealthy, as their potions are extremely rare and can support hundreds or even thousands of people simply by selling them.

Wealthy people, once they have something they like, will certainly not be stingy with their investment.

This is also a major reason why Ria won over the witches; now it seems that his decisions have been almost entirely correct.

"Welcome to the Golden Church. I am the chief architect and investor of this church, as well as one of the future bishops."

"Is there anything you need to pray to our Lord?"

After discovering that Erigana had brought those people back, Leilana's expression became even gentler, even revealing a hint of benevolence, like the most beautiful flower, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

(End of this chapter)