They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 66 Swarth's Long Trip

"Praise be to the gale and the abyss, praise be to the god of fertility."

"The 'Lord' you speak of, could it be...?"

"It's just what you think."

The werewolf blinked a few times, then suddenly realized who Lia was referring to, and immediately flew into a rage.

"You bastard! You don't believe in Him at all, your words are utter blasphemy to Him!"

Delanya's pupils shrank dramatically, and despite the excruciating pain, she emphasized, word by word, "And that's my master! I take back my previous opinion; you're nothing but a robber! A bandit!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

So said the black merchant, Ria.

Those winding tentacles dug deep into the werewolf's fur, like countless iron wires constantly tightening, making the prey unable to move no matter how much it struggled.

Derenya's eyeballs were nearly crushed out of her skull by the immense force.

She glanced around and saw the big-headed fish crawling on the walls, which were now pouring into the room from downstairs.

They are everywhere; they can even climb up the drainpipe of a bathroom.

"Smack!" "Smack!"

The big-headed fish crawled from the toilet bowl hole to the seat, then flipped over and fell to the ground, crawling around on the floor and door, staring at her with human-like eyes and faces.

Delanya suddenly realized that Ria might be more resourceful than she had imagined. The bighead fish were completely out of her control, and no matter what orders she gave, it was to no avail.

Patients with meme nine cannot have such means.

Delanya was terrified, but soon she couldn't even express that emotion, because her body had been completely corroded into a pile of skin and bones.

The drenched merman climbed onto the pile of wreckage, while Ria withdrew her tentacles, her gaze inscrutable as she clutched the wound on her arm and sat back on the bed.

"Just like that, they ran away? People these days are so psychologically fragile."

The werewolf's ability is "transformation"; she can transform into other things, or she can make other things transform into herself.

The hotel lady that Ria spoke to on the walkie-talkie earlier was probably the one who was possessed and transformed by the werewolf. Now that the werewolf's consciousness has left, all that's left on the ground is a pile of large fish-man skeletons.

"After all, she is a werewolf who has existed for hundreds of years. She has some tricks up her sleeve. After this friendly exchange, she should not come looking for trouble with me again."

For example, they could dismember me while I'm sleeping and bury the pieces in different directions... Although I'm not easy to kill, I'd rather not do that. Just thinking about it hurts, and there's no guarantee I'll actually die.

If things really turn out that way, Ria would rather be dead.

He turned to look at the little Swarth outside the door, who was torn in two. The little Swarth noticed that its host was looking at it and stopped wasting time connecting to the body.

The two halves of the body transformed into two identical, much smaller, feathered tufts that pounced on Ria, chasing away all the bighead fish as if they were shooing away cockroaches or bedbugs.

"Goo-"

After they finished doing all this, one jumped onto the bed and tucked its front paws in like a cat, while the other cleaned up the remains of the fishman bit by bit on the floor, acting like a very responsible cleaner.

"We need to make sure that wolf won't come back to cause trouble tonight."

Lia took out a notebook and scribbled on it with a brass pen, intending to organize her recent thoughts and prepare for tomorrow's crisis.

He listed more than a dozen possible paths, and finally circled them all, connecting them to a single word: "death."

As Lia looked at the underlined word, something suddenly occurred to her.

"Humans are social animals, and it is undoubtedly the most foolish choice to fight alone when you are weak."

Previously, Steyr told Aria that she could contact him if she encountered a werewolf, and Aria couldn't bear to let others live in such a confused state at this critical moment, so she hid in the tavern and did nothing.

"Idiot memes are not just imitations of trash; their existence must have its reasons."

“Being isolated in one place will not suddenly create new memes, especially on a rainy day, everyone should go out for some fresh air.”

This is all for Steyer's own good, and I believe that friend will understand him.

After figuring everything out, Ria tore a blank page from the book and wrote down what she had seen and heard, including the werewolf sightings.

After doing this, he rolled the paper into a strip and tied it to the front paw of the small mythical creature beside him.

"Go deliver a message to the Baisheer Tavern. The recipient is someone you've met before; he's the prophet."

"Goo?"

The little guy raised his paw to look at the note on it, and as soon as he saw Ria stand up, he flew onto his arm. After Ria opened the window, he leaped and disappeared into the rain.

"Speaking of which, it's probably fine to let it go; it's its first time going on such a long trip."

As Ria watched the mythical creature fly away, a bad feeling inexplicably arose within her, and she even began to worry about it.

"..."

He stared at the creature on the ground that was feasting, while Little Swarth II remained motionless, its ears perked up, looking as if to say, "I don't know either, I'm just a mythical creature," which made Ria give up asking it anything.

The key issue right now is still my own arm.

He calmed down and realized that his bones seemed to be broken again, and he could only rely on those tentacles and eyes to slowly repair them.

Following his habit of not wasting resources, he looked at the couple standing blankly by the window and exchanged his stored fish eggs for their faith.

Ria has collected a lot of fish eggs, but only a small portion of them have hatched. These fish eggs have become the perfect currency in the Big Fish Festival, and almost no one can resist taking a few.

"In prosperous times, antiques are valued; in chaotic times, gold is traded; in even more chaotic times, fish eggs are exchanged."

Ria placed the couple's hands outstretched with palms facing up, put fish eggs in their hands, and asked them to believe in her.

The next second, he saw the two turn around, from facing the Church of the Sun to facing him, and they turned to face wherever Ria went.

This made Ria uncomfortable, so he decided to go back to his room to avoid the trouble. His arms and spine ached terribly after he relaxed, and when he stood up, he almost thought he had aged eighty years.

"Accepting faith can alleviate some of the pain, but it's not as effective as a good night's sleep."

Once he made up his mind, Ria went back to 301 to sleep. The couple watched him until he closed the door and left, turning off the light for them before he left.

No one noticed that in the darkness, the couple's skin developed spots of silvery fluorescence, which spread and grew like fish skin.

Back in his room, Ria changed into a light bathrobe and collapsed onto the bed. Little Swarth II used his tentacles to heat up some coffee for him and handed it to him.

He said with a hint of helplessness, "Coffee keeps you awake, are you just afraid I'll fall asleep?"

(End of this chapter)