They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 75 Praise—The Lord of Trade

Little Swarth wriggled out of the ground from his neck and stretched out his tentacles to help Ria draw the curtains.

"Chi la——"

The room became completely dark.

……

Time seemed to stand still, and some sounds were stuck together in a sticky, indistinct way.

"No... please..."

"Wake up..."

"..."

"Wake up! Look at the time!"

In her daze, a hurried female voice reached Ria's ears.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and above him was still the familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling.

A woman around fifty years old pushed open the door, looked at her son who was still in bed, and felt somewhat helpless.

"Didn't you say you had an important meeting today? You've managed to get yourself into the CEO position and you still dare to stay in bed?"

When you were little, you loved to sleep and were always late for school. If it weren't for your good grades, the teacher would have expelled you long ago. And now you're all grown up and still sleeping!

Let me tell you, these days employees can really rant and rave about their bosses; you'd never guess what people are saying about you behind your back.

"Get up quickly, get up and eat something before you go to the meeting. Mom made you braised fish, if you don't get up, your dad will eat it all."

"……it is good."

Lia sat up in bed, drew back the curtains and looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly outside, and a picture of the sun had been hung in the room at some point.

A big smiley face is drawn on the surface of the sun.

Lia stared at the portrait for a long time until her mother urged her again, then she changed her clothes and left the room.

In the living room, a middle-aged man was eating and watching TV. When his wife saw how lazy he was, she scolded him for only knowing how to eat and not leaving any for the children.

Ria quickly said it was alright, sat down at the table and looked at the table full of fish, and then saw the painting of the sun on the living room wall again.

He didn't say anything, quickly finished his breakfast, and left home.

Before leaving, his mother told him to buy some fish to cook when he got back. Lia casually agreed and went out to the company.

He would sit in on meetings held by his protégés for the employees, offering his own suggestions and then giving a brainwashing summary, urging everyone to work hard, stay true to their original aspirations, and anonymously submit any opinions they had about the company to the suggestion box.

Everyone said there was no problem.

Lia also thought it was fine.

As usual, everyone stood up and applauded. The meeting ended, and after pointing out some problems with his subordinates, Ria left the company. Just then, it started raining heavily outside.

He could have had someone drive him home, but for some reason, Ria felt inexplicably uneasy today.

The young man stared at the dark clouds in the sky as if he were bewitched. After the driver dropped him off at a supermarket near his home, he told the driver to leave and bought a bag of fish before braving the rain to walk home.

The rain was pouring down harder and harder, so the young man started running. The fish in the bag, which had already been gutted, was still wriggling around unwillingly, puncturing a small hole in the bag and letting blood seep out.

The water on the ground had already reached his calves. Ria quickened his pace, and just as he was about to take the next step, he suddenly remembered something.

He once took a wrong step in this place.

"..."

Ria took a different route, and nothing has happened yet.

He successfully returned home and knocked on the door. When his mother opened the door and saw him soaking wet, she scolded him severely and then hurriedly told him to come inside and change his clothes. At this time, the sun painting in the living room was gone, replaced by an upside-down black ocean painting.

"Has that painting always been there?" Ria pointed to the decorative painting, and his parents looked at him strangely. "Didn't you buy this painting yourself a couple of days ago? And you even hung it up yourself, and you've already forgotten about it?"

Tell me, what's the point of buying all this stuff? Is it pretty? Is it pretty? Tell me!

"Haha, don't worry about the details—I've been too busy with work lately, and my memory is a bit off."

"That won't do. You're not that old yet, how come your memory is worse than your dad's?"

The mother carried the fish to the kitchen, saying she was going to make grilled fish for her husband and children. Soon after, the aroma of grilled fish wafted out of the kitchen.

Ria watched all this, then returned to his room and saw the reversed ocean painting again. He sat on the edge of the bed, covering his head, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

"Can not go back."

he thinks.

No one knew which side he was referring to, nor did anyone know what those words meant.

But when his mother called him to go out for dinner, Ria still sat down at the table, reached out his chopsticks, and ate all the grilled fish in front of him.

……

"Ow!!!!"

A scream woke Ria again, and those dreams, so hard to distinguish between reality and illusion, shattered like a mirror.

Little Swarth perched on Ria's chest, playing with its wings. When it saw Ria wake up, it became excited, flapped its wings, landed by the window, and gently tapped the glass with its beak.

"Pah, pah."

"Aww!" It circled back and forth in front of the window, and Lia, puzzled by its unusual behavior, got up and went to the window—

Below is a person.

It was a dense crowd of people.

Those people gathered together, chattering about the past three days of drowsiness, as if they had forgotten something.

Some people claim to have seen huge fish walking, or even two fish making indescribable movements, but no one believes these absurd claims.

They attributed it all to food poisoning and demanded an explanation from the hotel, but the hotel receptionists naturally couldn't provide one, and they stammered out a vague explanation.

Ultimately, they attributed everything they didn't understand to the will of God.

"The day of the heavy rain is a special day; it must be because the sun has cleansed us."

"That's right, praise the sun!"

"Praise the sun!!!"

"Praise be to trade!!!" someone suddenly blurted out, seemingly out of place.

The others looked at him: "Who's in charge of trade?"

"How should I know? Why bother with all that? Just give praise."

"Yes, kudos to trade!!!"

The people who reappeared in Grani cheered, and the Rain Festival had ended. The sky returned to normal, and the sunlight shone on their faces, making everyone in the town look full of energy.

The abyss took away their pollution, and without the pollution of rain and slime, those who had not completely become fish-men would be resurrected in their original form.

Even the sounds of arguing could be heard coming from next door to Lia; it seems that the couple really does like to quarrel.

As for who is "trading"?
Ria wouldn't tell them that they should just praise the Lord of Trade and then obediently give their faith to themselves.

"It's an unexpected bonus that the faith I forcibly seized from those people while they were corrupted could still survive."

He wouldn't let those people pronounce his name randomly, so he simply made up a title for himself. Of course, the title was secondary; if he wanted, he could make up a whole bunch more.

(End of this chapter)