They all call me an Outer God.

Lost is dead.

His blood stained the ground as he fell, and it also stained the gold coin that had fallen from his body.

However, at this moment, people's eyes were more focused on the bloodstained gold coin than on Lost's death. After a moment of silence, someone immediately reacted and rushed forward to pick up the gold coin.

But the next second, someone put a gun to his head from behind.

"Look... what's behind you?"

"..." Forced by the threat of death, the person who picked up the gold coin had no choice but to hand it over to the next person. But soon, the new holder of the gold coin was also pinned to the carotid artery from behind, as if the cold blade would penetrate it at any moment.

"Look behind you again?"

If Lost hadn't died, perhaps few people would have thought about robbing the gold coins. But now that he's dead, and he had demonstrated the full potential of the gold coins, it would be truly insane if anyone didn't become greedy at this moment.

Like wild beasts that have smelled blood, those people, tempted by wealth, revealed the savage and ugly side of capitalists. As a result, Lost's body was ruthlessly trampled, and blood seeped into every place along with the footprints.

At this moment, Bowen finally stood up from his seat in the stands, and then gently stroked the neck and chin of the lady in his arms, his gaze becoming increasingly gentle.

"The negative emotions collected this time have been even more effective than I imagined. It's time to invite Him to taste the delicacies specially prepared for Him."

"My great God... the Star of Judgment who created the new world..."

Bowen recited the prayer unique to the calamity star. The various nodes of the sacrificial array had long been set up underground in the golf course, for the believers here to offer their evil thoughts to the gods.

"Star of Judgment, Silent Omen, Forerunner of Wandering Songs!"
"The masses follow your music into destruction, and the world continues your path to decay and collapse!"

"May the star of death rise eternally!"

"Praise the jinx!"

Just as Bowen finished speaking, the semi-circular dome of the venue automatically bloomed outward like a flower, and the people inside were bathed in the "sun's" radiance as if they were flower stamens.

Strands of blood seeped from the corpse, swirling, extending, chasing and playing, eventually forming intricate patterns and symbols. A scarlet sun hung dimly in the center of the sky, but it was obvious to anyone with eyes that it was not the sun at all.

The celestial body was dull, its surface covered with rust-like grooves, and a huge lake outlined an eye on its surface, gazing down at the earth in emptiness and loneliness.

"Death Star Projection?"

Within the swirling stamens of the flower, Schwarz raised his head and stared sinisterly at the image above him. Just as he had said, what had come was merely a projection and did not possess much of the original consciousness of the calamity star.

It's likely that His true consciousness realized the trapped sun had escaped, and he simply didn't have time to manage these things right now.

Therefore, the appearance of this projection was merely a summons to forage for food.

He moved.

From Him onward, the halos surrounding Him materialized like centipedes, intricately wrapping around Him like drops of blood falling from stars, their target the pitiful "flower stamens" in the auction hall.

"Om——"

Everyone was stunned in that instant, their evil desires amplified to an extreme, and the sounds of fighting and killing continued unabated.

Seeing these hypocritical beasts finally shed their disguises and tear their own kind to shreds, the visual impact was absolutely spectacular.

Schwarz slowly raised his head and looked up: the bloody tentacles originating from the Death Star were getting closer and closer.

He looked down: it was blood. Everyone's hands and shoes were covered in blood, sticky flesh trampled and splattered everywhere. The auction's grand finale remained quietly in place. At that moment, Schwarz reached out and covered the ears of the underage boy beside him.

As the tentacles drew ever closer, their swarming arrival brought with it the most chaotic and frenzied babbling.

At first, people will feel dizzy and disoriented, and then they will hear the frantic buzzing of bees mixed with the screams of whales. But if they listen carefully, they will find that the mixed sounds are actually composed of strange, indistinct languages ​​being chanted at high speed.

People cannot understand his ramblings, yet the ramblings continue.

People try to escape the delirium by covering their ears, but the delirium has already penetrated their minds and souls.

In just a short while, black blood seeped from the ears of countless people.

The tentacles that came to forage were only a step away from here.

Three hundred meters.

The pain on people's faces had disappeared, and they smiled as they helped their companions up from the ground, brushing the dust off them.

Two hundred meters.

They didn't care whether the person they were pulling up was dead or alive.

One hundred meters.

The tentacles have arrived.

Everyone stood upright, smiling as they faced the direction of the Death Star, chanting aloud to welcome His arrival.

They all smiled brightly, and then their facial features seemed to melt away completely, like chili oil.

They shouted the name of the source of the tentacles.

"Praise be to your arrival! Praise be to the Lord of Trade!!!!!!!!!"

The tentacles abruptly stopped moving.

And in that instant, the gray ball, which had been quietly resting on the ground, suddenly erupted. Its size expanded almost infinitely, and its dark tentacles with eye-like patterns, like venomous snakes that had been holding back for a long time, suddenly wrapped around the tentacles of the Death Star.

They pulled them downwards, preventing them from escaping. Then, more and more dark tentacles surged wildly upwards along the direction of the tendrils. The tendrils that were touched by them turned gray and lost all color in an instant, and this graying trend continued to rise.

Upward, upward, and ever upward.

The projection of the calamity star coming to hunt for food was a mistake from the start. It probably never imagined that its hunting would turn it into food for others.

Meanwhile, the people at the bottom, devoid of face and reason, chanted the name of the Lord of Trade, completely absorbed in it.

Sullivan witnessed this scene and could hardly believe his eyes. He retreated repeatedly, wishing he could shrink into a corner: "What's going on? Why is there a huge sun in the sky? And what are those gray monsters?!"

"Not a monster."

Svalbard was facing away from him, and because Sullivan was curled up, he could only see Svalbard looking down at him when he looked at him. His figure was infinitely dark, with only his golden eyes faintly shining.

That's my father.

(End of this chapter)