They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 67 The First Strike Prophet

"Goo."

Seeing that Ria didn't drink hot coffee, the little guy simply held the coffee cup, which was about one-sixth the size of its body, with its front paws and sipped it slowly. After finishing the coffee, it put the ceramic cup directly into its mouth.

Soon, the room was filled with the suppressed sound of chewing ceramics.

Amidst these sounds, mixed with the patter of rain against the window, Ria's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she soon drifted off to sleep.

……

at the same time.

In the rain.

As dusk deepened and night fell, a half-human, half-wolf creature sat atop a towering building, overlooking the entire Grani.

During the day, people dance and give birth to big-headed fish. These big-headed fish are scattered throughout Grani along fixed paths. If someone stands at her angle and looks down at the pattern, they will find that the big-headed fish are distributed along the lines of several circles.

Large circles encircle smaller circles, with lines in the middle connecting them like peptide chains. One of these lines points directly to the statue of the Church of the Sun, making the sun, which appears immensely majestic to normal people, the largest circle.

This is the sacrificial array of the god of fertility, the lord of the gale and the abyss.

"After today, you will all die. Keep dreaming today... anyway, it will be your last dream."

The werewolf grinned with joy and howled at the abyss at the very top.

"Awooo————————"

The echoes of the wolf howls were shrill and terrifying, enveloping the entire Grani like a shadow, and Grani was completely plunged into darkness as night fell.

The fish, mutated from humans, continued to dance along the bizarre route, singing as they danced and even clapping to keep time. Despite it being night, the streets were bustling with activity.

……

"Snapped!!!"

Inside the Baisheer Tavern, Steyr downed another entire bottle of liquor, remarking on how his drinking capacity was increasing day by day, and how soon no one in this place could surpass him in drinking.

"But I'm so hungry. Is fish all the food left in Grani? I feel nauseous just looking at fish now."

He clutched his rumbling stomach: "I should have gone to the inn with Kercha; maybe they had other food there—"

"Has Gro really left? He can't possibly leave me here alone, can he?"

Steyer remembered when Gro was still alive, the bird-beaked doctor always spoke very little.

To spite him, Steyer gave Gro a prophecy, saying that he would definitely encounter setbacks at work, have bad luck in finances, and have bad luck in love, almost belittling the other's life to nothing.

Then Groh left.

He said he wanted to pursue literature, and to prevent Steyr from making any more ridiculous prophecies, he pulled out his patient's throat and threw it into the fish market before leaving. It took Steyr a long time to find his own throat.

"How could he be like this? He clearly faces setbacks everywhere in literature."

Steyer's face was flushed red, clearly drunk and out of his mind. Then he started to feel dizzy and slammed his head on the table with a loud thud.

The slight pain brought Steyr back to his senses. He rubbed his head and got up, but at that moment he caught sight of a black creature the size of a football.

Except for its golden iris, the creature was completely black, including its pupils. At this moment, it stretched out its front paws, picked up a rolled-up piece of paper with its mouth, and stared straight at him.

"What is this, an owl?" Steyr shook his head and took the paper from its beak. He tried to touch the head of the black ball, but when he reached out and then pulled his hand back, only bones remained on his arm; his hand had vanished.

The intense pain instantly brought Steyr back to his senses. He screamed and realized that his hand was being held by the black creature, with only two fingers sticking out. If he had been any later, it would have swallowed him whole.

Steyr immediately snatched his hand back and wrapped it with a strip of cloth to secure it to his arm. The black creature yawned, its mouth wide open, and Steyr then noticed that it had tiny teeth inside, and its throat stretched out like an upside-down jellyfish, which looked quite frightening.

"Awooo." The creature stood up on its hind legs and sat on the table, placing its front paws on its belly.

A few seconds later, it pointed at the note and barked.

"Letter to me?"

Steyr opened the note; the handwriting was neat, and the first few sentences were:
Dear friend,
The werewolf you're looking for has been found. If you're interested, you can try searching for him in the rain, but believe me, that would be even more idiotic.

However, you need to be careful. The "idiot" meme won't turn you into a real idiot. We should all understand the principle of feigning ignorance to appear wise. I believe the real "idiot" is someone who makes others think they're an idiot, but in the crucial way, you can always lead them by the nose...

I didn't watch much of Steyr's story after that.

His only focus was on the statement that the werewolf had been found.

“I knew that lady was still waiting for me in Grani. Don’t worry, beautiful werewolf lady. The night is so lonely, let me soothe your empty heart.”

Stel was suddenly energized, but the effects of the alcohol had clearly made an indelible contribution to his increased courage.

“Thank you. You’re disgusting, but you’re a good ball.” He looked at the black creature on the table.

"Let me make a prediction for you for free, let me see..."

As he spoke, Steyr stared at the black creature for a long time: "Be careful when you go out later."

"Goo!"

Swarth-1 was bewildered by the humans in front of it. Having already delivered Ria's letter, it hurriedly flew away. However, as it flew wildly through the rain, a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky and struck it squarely.

Logically speaking, this kind of weather is caused by the collapse of the abyss's phantom, and the rain is from the sea, so there shouldn't be any thunderstorms.

But then, a bolt of lightning struck today.

Moreover, this happened shortly after the prophet made his prediction.

"Snap!" "Snap!" "Pat-pat!" "Pat-pat-pat!"

After being struck by lightning, Little Swaal 1 was shattered into a pile of fragments and fell vertically to the ground.

Soon, the black, fist-sized fragments that had fallen to the ground transformed back into tufts of feathers, flapping their wings and flying towards the Wright Inn.

Then they encountered lightning on the way...

"Goo!"

When it—no, when they returned to the window of the room—it startled Number Two.

Number Two opened the window for a group of black balls, watching them fly in busily, flapping their wings, as if they were making a accusation.

But Number Two was worried that they would disturb its sleeping host, so it simply swallowed all the fly-sized clones and returned to its original form.

At that moment, the memories merged, and it suddenly felt wary of the title "Prophet".

Little Swarth has made his decision.

It will retaliate whenever it has the chance.

It wants to beat up all the prophets, one by one.

(End of this chapter)