They all call me an Outer God.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Sullivan was incredulous.

[Of course it's true. I come from the richest being in the world. To possess me is to possess wealth itself.]

Tell me how much money you need now, and I can provide it to you free of charge.

“Free…”

The temptation was simply irresistible. On the one hand, Sullivan felt he should immediately accept the gold coin and complete his revenge, since very few people could refuse a gold coin that could split infinitely without incurring any cost.

On the other hand, Sullivan's subconscious was constantly warning him to immediately refuse the coin's request. Its rules were still clearly displayed, but what the coin said was completely contrary to its rules.

In this situation, should he believe the rule of death or the words spoken by the gold coin?

It's true that the gold coins came from the Lord of Trade, but Sullivan knew in his heart that the Lord of Trade's ways... didn't seem like those of a true god at all.

"what should I do?"

Sullivan clutched his head, lost in confusion. He had no choice; his only option at the moment was probably to ignore the cost and pray to the gold coins for wealth.

But no one knows what the so-called price is. If the price only applies to him, that's fine, but what if the price involves his relatives and friends?
"Am I overthinking things? How can a lowly person like me have the right to make any demands?"

Sullivan knew his status was like an ant. His eyes were fixed on the gold coin. After hesitating for a long time, just as he was about to speak, a hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder.

"Aren't you in a bit too much of a hurry?"

"All things are equal in our eyes. You still haven't understood His profound meaning, so there's no need to belittle yourself."

The hand appeared without a sound; Sullivan didn't even hear the other person's footsteps or breathing, yet it appeared out of thin air.

"who!?"

Sullivan was startled and quickly looked back, whereupon he saw a handsome young gentleman dressed in black standing behind him.

The gentleman in the black tuxedo carried a long cane, wore a top hat, and had fair skin. The golden pupil behind the monocle on his high-bridged nose was so striking, even eerily so.

Because those are not the eyes that a human being should have.

Those golden vertical pupils, which seemed to belong to a dragon, appeared out of nowhere on a person's face.

If someone knew him well, they would definitely recognize the face as Ria Kercha. However, the person appearing in Ria's form this time was not Ria himself.

Good afternoon. I hope you will call me Schwarz.

The gentleman's voice was pleasant: "Swal Kelcha, that's the name He gave me, and I like it very much."

At this moment, Sullivan did not focus on who "He" was. The person in front of him did not seem to want to communicate with people much, but only when the person he mentioned was mentioned did he become a little more hopeful.

Otherwise, his gaze towards everyone would be empty and meaningless, which would be in line with his saying, "All things are equal in our eyes."

Sullivan remained wary, but Schwarz shifted his gaze to the gold coins in his hand: "Do you know what these are?"

"A gold coin that can be infinitely replicated?"

"Other than that?"

“It will come at a price, but I have to use it now, and perhaps this is what I have to pay for my revenge.”

Swarth's gaze towards Sullivan grew even more indifferent. Although Ria hoped it would take his form and guide his lost followers, little Swarth didn't seem particularly interested in them. But since this was what Ria wanted—

“You are foolish, but He is too kind to give up on you.”

Swark Kercha raised his head, not finding the word "kindness" inappropriate for Ria: "Admittedly, what you have is indeed a splitting gold coin, and the price it pays is real."

Upon hearing this, Sullivan felt even more distressed.

"But who says you have to bear the consequences yourself?"

Sullivan was taken aback. Schwarz tilted his head slightly, his golden eyes sweeping over the wealthy people who were practically craning their necks to look up: "With so many rich people here, someone is bound to be interested in a gold coin that keeps splitting."

As if it were his last word, after uttering those words, Schwarz slowly blinked and vanished from the spot.

As Sullivan held the gold coin in his hand, it was as if he had just woken from a dream, and a bizarre and absurd idea suddenly arose in his mind—

The person who just appeared didn't seem to have any intention of concealing their identity.

So, was it God's messenger who couldn't stand his foolishness and specially came out to give him the answer?
Taking advantage of the rules, a normal person would want to break the gold coins they receive into countless pieces to use, so how could they possibly think of using them to cheat others?

Just then, the gold coin in Sullivan's hand also spoke in his mind.

Don't listen to him, he's not very bright.

If you hand me over, someone else will benefit. No one will spit out meat that's already in their mouth. Without me, you'll never be able to complete your revenge.

“Yes…” Sullivan rubbed the coin in his hand, “If I hand you over now, I might lose you forever.”

Yes! That's why you can't do that!

"But thinking about it carefully, I've already used you once before, and I should pay the price. And that price is something else, but I'd rather lose you."

【What did you say? 】

"Even without you, I will complete my revenge. A fantastic deal! Should I praise this trade now? Praise the trade!"

[Wait, you can't do this! I can split infinitely. No one can refuse a gold coin that can split infinitely. And what price are you afraid of? I never said what my price would be!]

While the gold coins were being called out, Sullivan had already made up his mind. He went to the auction venue before the auction started. It seemed to be just a converted stadium, but it was still quite large.

And unsurprisingly, he found Fred there.

"Oh, my young master, aren't you a little too early?"

"I think it's not too early. I came here just to ask you a question: can I auction off the things I brought and get the money immediately?"

“Of course, the Earl supports anyone bidding on their own items—provided that what you bring is indeed genuine.”

“Then let’s put my item first in the auction. I think it deserves that position, and that’s also what Father wanted.”

"What does Viscount Leist mean?"

Fred stroked his stubble, then saw the boy in front of him take out a shiny gold coin and tell him about it earnestly.

"This is a mysterious item."

(End of this chapter)