They all call me an Outer God.

The smile in Schwarz's eyes deepened. It was not good at expressing emotions, and everything it did was imitating Ria.

For example, Schwarz can perfectly imitate her current expression.

The shadow beneath him grew increasingly eerie and oppressive, its darkness almost tangible, transforming into irregular tentacles that emerged from the shadows.

Immediately afterwards, Schwarz casually severed one of the tentacles, which wriggled restlessly in his hand and soon transformed into a palm-sized ball covered in feathers.

Just as Sullivan was staring wide-eyed at the black ball, two golden pupils suddenly opened on the surface of the black ball.

It has more than that; it has pupils, ear feathers, wings, and even four claws, making it a miniature version of the little Swarth's clone.

Sullivan grew increasingly bewildered, but then he heard the handsome, elegant gentleman speak to the unknown creature—

"Hello, is this the Order Association? I'm planning a terrorist attack in Kranbea. You can investigate the exact location yourselves."

You don't need to care who I am, just remember that if you're late, everyone will die.

After saying that, he suddenly crushed the clone in his hand, and the message that Schwarz wanted to convey was now sent out.

Sullivan didn't understand what Schwarz had done, but it seemed similar to calling the police, which was quite bad.

Their goal today was to kill everyone here, and now that man has gone out of his way to announce it, what's the difference between that and shouting "I'm going to kill someone" in front of the law enforcement agency before committing murder?
"Are you crazy?" Now, even if Sullivan wanted to believe the person in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little scared. He even felt that this person was just playing him.

But when faced with questions, Schwarz didn't bother to explain or say much; he simply told him to shut up.

“A good performance requires all the necessary elements, not to mention that not all the actors on stage have arrived yet.”

……

In a VIP section on the second floor of the auction hall, a well-dressed middle-aged man held a wine glass in one hand and had his arm around a woman in a red dress with the other, his expression seemingly displeased.

“Recently, the people in the association have been scrutinizing us more and more. If they keep pressuring us like this, our monthly activities will have to be rescheduled again.”

As the man spoke, he downed the crimson liquid in his glass in one gulp. After finishing, he smacked his lips, seemingly not satisfied, and used the knife on the table to cut the woman's arm before drinking another glass.

The woman in his arms, who had long since lost all life, now seemed like a living person, able to blink, bleed, and even smile.

Everything seemed to be manipulated by threads.

"Earl!" Not long after, Fred's voice came from outside the door, and Dangerton perked up a bit.

"Are all the items prepared for the auction ready?"

"Everything is in order, and the codes are hidden in the auction items. Everything is as perfect as usual."

"But sir, there are two people who have requested to add one item to the auction for the first and last spot, respectively. I don't think that's quite right."

Dangerton frowned: "First and last? Although it shouldn't affect our code, why did someone specifically choose these two positions?"

Both of these positions would cost a lot of money, and as far as he knew, very few people present could afford the fees for them. "But Your Excellency, I'm telling the truth."

Fred stood outside the door, his voice still carrying inward. Hearing this, Dangerton, who was hosting the auction, became increasingly curious.

"Tell me the truth... then tell me the truth, what are the origins of these two items, and who are the people who sent them to the auction?"

“Earl, the first item up for auction is a mysterious item that can split infinitely. So far, no side effects have been observed. The consignor is the eldest son of Viscount Lesteen.”

“Oh? That’s quite a surprise. I knew the Viscount doted on his eldest son, but I didn’t expect him to be so foolish. Why did he have to put this up for auction when there are so many other things to do with it?”

Earl Dangerton's mouth grew dry as he spoke, and he couldn't help but take another sip of "red wine": "If you don't know what you're up to, just kill them after the auction. And what's the grand finale?"

Fred's head throbbed at the mere mention of it: "I can't tell what the grand finale is either, but it's no small thing. To avoid any surprises, I brought it here for you to see."

With that, he entered the private room after obtaining permission from his master, carrying a transparent box covered with red velvet. Upon seeing this, the count immediately uncovered the red velvet, and after seeing what was inside, he covered it with the cloth again.

"Who sent this? Are you looking for trouble?"

“Count! This was specially sent by our Queen of Endlers, but Her Majesty did not come in person. She only left some oral instructions through someone before departing.”

"Her Majesty said she was very pleased to have been invited to the gathering hosted by the nobles, but she simply couldn't spare the time, so she sent us an item to be auctioned off, and specifically instructed us to make sure that this item was the grand finale for her sake."

"Crack!"

Dangerton smashed the cup in his hand right in front of the butler, startling Fred so much that he almost dropped what he was holding.

"A woman who has only recently ascended the throne and whose power base is unstable dares to disregard our dignity. Which new emperor doesn't first try to win over wealthy merchants and nobles and curry favor with us? Only she has been a mere figurehead since her ascension to the throne!"

"If even the emperor is like this, how can our country and our status be secure? Judging from that woman's attitude, she might just throw us away like trash one day, and be the first to flee for her life when natural disasters strike."

Fred wiped the blood from his forehead: "Count, it's only human nature."

"Human nature?"

Dangerton laughed: "That's right, it's human nature. People always think about themselves, so what we do is just to make a living."

"When natural disasters are about to strike, and human beings cannot resist them, what we should do is not resist, but submit."

“Kill those rebellious fools to prove our loyalty to Him. In the new world, we will be His first people, and we will receive boundless honor and eternal protection.”

"At the opening ceremony of the auction later, remember to review our achievements from last month, gather everyone to offer their loyalty to the Lord of Calamity, and if anyone is found to be undevoted, kill them directly—a blood sacrifice to our Lord."

Dangerton explained it all clearly, but Fred, upon hearing this, simply lowered his head and bit his index finger to draw a strange symbol on the top of his head.

May the calamity star shine upon the earth forever.

(End of this chapter)