They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 6 Black Bread

"But gold coins... haha, I've only ever seen them a few times in my life, during real estate transactions."

It turned out to be the case.

Ria made a mental note of it, then looked at the goods on the table in front of her. These breads were all rye bread, which was hard and sour and could not be called delicious at all.

As for white bread, Ria guessed that it was a food that only the upper class could afford, and she shouldn't think about it too much for now; she was already quite lucky to have food at all.

Mrs. Ster's bakery does indeed have leafy greens, cream, butter, and sausages. Ria can only guarantee that the leafy greens are definitely leafy greens, but he can't say what the cream, butter, and sausages are made of.

He had examined the oven not long ago; it was just a stone stove for burning wood, showing no trace of mechanization whatsoever. Now, Mrs. Ster had just thrown in new wood, and the smell of the burning wood was rather pungent.

However, after a while, the smell is actually not so bad; it's probably just the terrible "habit" at work.

In this environment, tray after tray of fresh, hot bread comes out of the oven, and Lia's job is to sell them. It's not difficult at all; bread is in high demand in this place, and even before it's plated, a long line of people has already formed in front of the door.

Fearing that he would be recognized by the people who buried him, Ria asked Mrs. Ster for a mask. In the end, she only gave him a piece of linen to cover half of his face to prevent him from being unable to stand the smell of smoke.

In reality, what Ria couldn't stand was the people who wanted to harm her.

"There's no use worrying about these things. Maybe the person who was responsible for burying me has already been quarantined as a close contact."

He made a wicked guess, then packed the bread and handed it to the customer, but only he knew the truth.

Normal contact will not cause infection; only seeing the eyes on the back of his neck will.

The two monsters from last night are the best proof. Once they grow eyes all over their bodies, Lia can tell that they have been successfully infected.

Mrs. Sterling said she didn't see anything, so she probably wasn't a specific target.

Perhaps ordinary people cannot see their true selves.

Only those "monsters" are the targets of the infection.

As Ria continued to hand out the black bread, he kept making theoretical deductions in his mind. He preferred to doubt others rather than doubt himself. This might be a bad habit, but it could save his life to some extent.

Thinking about this, he began to consider whether those eyes could appear on his body automatically. It would be too much of a waste to have to cut himself every time. He needed eyes that could open and close freely at will.

Whether it was because it heard his thoughts or not, Ria's fingers twitched, and a small slit appeared above them. It was the place where the injury had been and then healed, and now an eye had reappeared there.

Doesn't this mean his wound has never healed at all? What kind of awful disease is this?

Lia was quite annoyed. The eye on her finger blinked a few times and stared at him. After a while, it became strangely...lively.

"Screw your liveliness!"

He quickly banished the bizarre idea from his mind, his hands trembling, while at the same time, he could hear his heart pounding.

Boom!dong dong!

Like a drumbeat, it gave Ria a revelation: she absolutely must not stare at those eyes for too long, lest they affect her brain and prevent her from doing anything to harm them.

However, if Ria doesn't want these eyes to affect her, then she can affect others.

Once he has collected enough faith or money, he can leave this place and find a safer place to live, or living in seclusion in the mountains would also be a good idea.

"Sir, I need ten freshly baked black loaves of bread. Please pack them into five paper bags."

"Okay, that'll be twenty swahl in total." During the exchange of money and goods, the eye on Ria's finger twitched, glancing at the freckled girl who was buying bread. The girl looked confused for a moment.

She felt like she had just seen an eye appear on the person's hand, but when she looked again, it was gone. She couldn't recall what she had just seen.

No normal person has eyes on their hands.

She took the bread, paid Swarth, and Ria accepted the heavy bills made of some unknown metal, tacitly agreeing to the transaction.

The girl instantly forgot about the strange thing she had seen, and her liking for the bakery increased significantly.

"May the sun protect me, sir, as long as you are here, I will come to buy bread every day!"

After saying that, she took the bread and left, while Lia silently made a mental note: as long as I give something, I can accept faith regardless of whether the other party gives a normal return.

This is quite an interesting discovery.

Moreover, this is the first faith from humankind, far more powerful than that of cockroaches and rats. Although it is weaker than those monsters, it doesn't matter at all.

Humans are much easier to find than monsters.

In the following days, bags of freshly baked black bread were sold by Ria, who also cut his losses in time and closed the eye on his finger.

He believed that eating too much would make him feel bloated. It hadn't been long before he started feeling nauseous and vomiting, and his eyes on the back of his neck were burning. He didn't know what would happen if he ate any more.

By this time, the breakfast-selling time had passed, so Mrs. Ster asked Ria to help her clear the plates and give him half of the leftover bread, while she planned to give the other half to the other tenants.

When Ria heard that there was an opportunity to meet another tenant, she offered herself to Mrs. Ster.

"Can I deliver it?"

"This is the first time you've been so proactive, Kelcha."

Mrs. St. looked at him with great satisfaction.

Sure enough, staying cooped up indoors all day can lead to mental health issues. Look at him, he's only just been let out for some fresh air, and the once gloomy Kelcha has become much more cheerful.

So she handed all the bread to Ria and told him to get along well with the other tenant. Ria nodded quickly and said that he would be fine to leave everything to her.

"By the way, I still don't know what the tenant's name is."

"How could you forget her name again... Her name is Angela. Be polite to that child, and come out quickly after you've delivered the things."

"it is good."

Lia nodded, holding the bread bag.

Angena, judging from the name, should be a woman, and probably not that difficult to get along with.

That's what he was thinking, but as soon as he got to the third floor and knocked on the door, it opened by itself.

The so-called Miss Angena peeked out at him with a fluffy, unkempt head. Through the crack in the door, Ria noticed that the room was filled with books, but it was unusually dark inside.

"You are...my downstairs tenant?"

“Yes.” Ria did not deny it. Perhaps they had met when the original owner first moved here, so there was no need to pretend they didn’t know each other.

(End of this chapter)