They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 68 The Wolf Fang Acquisition Plan
Its limited wisdom is clearly defined.

Steyr's prophecy backfired.

Steyr was a prophet.

A prophet's prediction is like a harbinger of doom; whoever he speaks of will suffer misfortune.

and so……

The prophet cannot remain.

With a clear objective and well-organized approach, this is the most appropriate solution conceived from its limited wisdom.

This is the first time in its life that it has been tricked like this.

Little Swarth sat by the window watching the rain outside. On the clear glass, a few drops of water slid down and gathered into a stream, quickly flowing from the glass to the window frame.

The mythical creature's eyelids drooped, its eyes narrowed from round to semi-circular, and its irises shone, making it look like two inverted golden crescent moons.

It's angry.

On the other side, Steyer stood alone and drunk at the entrance of the tavern, holding an umbrella he had found on top of the counter, and wearing a raincoat.

Although he had to imitate an idiot, he couldn't actually be so stupid as to risk his life. This kind of rain had a relatively small impact on patients, but those who dared to go out without taking any precautions were the real heroes.

Alcohol can numb the brain and resist the erosion of thought by some abyssal phantoms. With this opportunity, Steyr can also leave the tavern to do what he likes.

He was, after all, a prophet, and what prophetes love most is collecting things that are helpful for divination.

In the past, people who started businesses based on their prophetic abilities often liked to study the skeletons of dried lizards, rats, pufferfish, and birds, pouring the collected materials into a pot to boil into a magic potion, and glimpsing the future in the magic potion.

Currently, his collection does not include any werewolf body parts.

"Where can I find vampire's broken teeth, mermaid's tears, and elf's wings? Can I easily find these creatures that only appear in books?"

"Demonstrate two memes and then make a grand prophecy? What kind of nonsense is this! It's giving me, a social outcast, far too much credit."

Steyer didn't believe in the prophetic ritual materials recorded in those tattered books. By the time he finished collecting them, his grandson would probably have had three children.

He planned to collect some random materials, throw them into the pot, and ask about the key to the successful interpretation of the idiot meme. Of course, in order to fill in the gaps in those materials and to make himself look like an idiot, Steyr decided to go out at night to look for werewolves.

"The werewolf's broken tooth should be able to replace the vampire's tooth, the mermaid's tears... There are fishmen everywhere here, and since they're all fish, their functions should be similar."

As for the elf—hiss, maybe a fly could pluck its wings off and that would do.

Prophecy is idealism. Theoretically, the stronger one's mental power, the greater the probability of a prophecy succeeding. Everything else is just a formality.

For example, the predictions he makes for others are usually things he subconsciously believes in, and those things are likely to come true.

However, it can only make predictions with little impact, such as bringing bad luck to people.

Furthermore, his predictions were based solely on facts, without any fabrication; some seemingly unreliable outcomes must have their reasons for occurring.

"Everything has its own trajectory of development; I'm just suggesting the possibility of this trajectory occurring."

Steyr nodded, once again captivated by his ideals, feeling his brilliance shining even upon the earth.

Unable to make a prophecy for himself, he could only jump onto the roof and raise his gun towards some darkness.

The faint howling of wolves reached my ears.

Steyr pulled the trigger in that direction, and with a "bang," a small shadow moved slightly in that direction. Steyr, like a cheetah that had smelled blood, charged straight towards it.

He shouted, "Hey beautiful lady over there, may I have the honor of spending an unforgettable night with you tonight?"

The rain seemed to freeze for a moment, and two streaks of crimson appeared in the extreme darkness. "..."

The werewolf opened its eyes.

She clutched the wound in her chest, and with the help of her night vision, she saw blood seeping from between the claws, blood that couldn't be stopped. The anger she had managed to suppress after being tricked by Ria was reignited.

"I am going to kill you!"

Instantly, the dark figure moved like a real wolf, charging towards Steyr.

Her ears stood up, and her wet fur clung to her skin, highlighting her curvaceous figure as a silver giant wolf, a physique that allowed her to run and jump at an even greater speed.

They are also quite capable of fighting.

In the darkness, she is the most agile hunter.

"They're getting serious now." Steyr didn't dare underestimate his opponent. He continued to fire at the oncoming werewolf, and his marksmanship was terrifyingly accurate.

He pointed the gun at the werewolf's mouth: "Bang!"

Delanya's pupils contracted sharply, and she hurriedly tried to dodge, but at that moment a sharp pain shot through her mouth. At the same time, Steyr put away his gun and ran away.

The werewolf froze, and the next second, ignoring the pain in her mouth, she chased after her prey.

Little did she know that although her prey was not fast at escaping, it was escaping from a very tricky angle.

Steyr deliberately chose to escape through narrow corners, as he was familiar with the terrain.

He could even sneak into someone's chimney and run out the front door while running.

Derenya was certainly not foolish enough to follow suit and climb into the chimney.

The man and the wolf chased each other, and time passed by second by second.

Derenya stood up straight on the edge of the roof of the bungalow, her sharp gaze sweeping over every rustle of grass on the ground.

Suddenly, she heard a sound behind her.

Steyr somehow returned to the spot where Darenya had been shot in the mouth, picked up something from there, and scurried away like a mouse.

Just now, consumed by rage, Delanya didn't notice anything unusual for a moment. Now, she subconsciously touched the corner of her mouth and discovered that half of her fang had disappeared.

In other words, the prophet's initial target was her teeth.

"Ah! What a delightful evening! Let's spend another wonderful night together sometime!"

"By the way, you have tartar!!!"

Steyer's voice carried far away, but was quickly drowned out by the sound of rain.

He knew, of course, that he was no match for her in direct combat and had no intention of killing her. The reason he had been so fixated on her for so long was naturally because of her teeth.

"It's unclear whether other patients with the [werewolf] meme have similar appearances. If they all looked like this, the world would be paradise."

After several successful evasions, Steyr found himself out of the werewolf's sight. He hid in a wardrobe on the second floor of a dilapidated house, trying to ignore the damp, musty smell of mold that filled his nostrils, and began to examine his spoils.

This is a tooth with a lot of yellow stains. Judging from its color, texture and smell, its owner must not be very hygienic.

Of course, it's unrealistic to expect a puppet that's been dead for who knows how long to be hygienic.

(End of this chapter)