They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 96 His Name, The Dream Weaver
Habits are a terrible thing.

Ria continued to explain various magic tricks. He had heard of one that could turn blank paper into banknotes, which sounded as incredible as alchemy.

However, magic is ultimately fake. Perhaps one day it will be possible to turn blank paper into banknotes through extraordinary means, although doing so would easily lead to inflation.

"Printing just a little won't cause any problems, and spending counterfeit money will only highlight its 'black-hearted' nature."

Ria decided to take some time to study these things. He did them to solidify the meme, but at the same time, they made him an easy target for capture.

Doctors might save a disorderly person who has done nothing wrong, but if that disorderly person has broken the law, doctors probably can't save their patients even if they are not guilty.

"I'm thinking too far ahead. If we really had that kind of supernatural ability, Enderus would have been in chaos long ago. Let's talk about it another time."

Ria decided to put those thoughts aside for the time being and instead began to think about Ilint's memes.

The Zolamu people already possess a unique constitution, and among them is one person suffering from contamination syndrome. If nothing unexpected happens, she may even have her own meme card.

Even so, the doctor still approached her in a friendly manner, and it was clear that Ilint's qualities had aroused considerable interest in the plague doctor. Bruna probably also wanted to witness the clash between the curse and the contamination, and which side would emerge victorious.

If the curse prevails, Ilint will quickly become a zombie, searching for the skin of a living person; conversely, if the contamination disease prevails, the curse will be broken, and she will return to her normal human form.

"Thinking about it that way, I'm starting to look forward to it."

Ria's own eyeballs are mutated contamination and cannot be used as a direct reference for the symptoms of contamination syndrome. That's why he is interested in the symptoms of others.

By observing how others interpret memes, one can avoid many pitfalls in their own interpretation.

"It's just unclear what kind of meme Ms. Ilint is."

"If a disorderly person is added, will the doctor give her a card with a picture on the back?"

Ria lay down on the bed, his thoughts drifting further and further away. Soon, he fell into a deep sleep. Little Swarth, with a tentacle protruding from his hat, turned off the light, blinked his glowing golden eyes, and gradually drifted into a dream as well.

Logically, Ria should see reality after entering a dream, but this time he dreamed of something else.

The moment he woke up in his dream and stared at the mythical creature, Ria knew that something was definitely wrong with this dream.

"Why are you here?"

"Goohoo!" Little Swarth had his first dream, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Ria. He flew directly to Ria's shoulder and wrapped his head with his tentacles.

Lia didn't pay attention to it for the time being; rather, he didn't have time to, because the current situation forced him to focus on his surroundings.

He was in an extremely dark space where countless flying insects flew around him. In the complete absence of light, Ria opened his golden eyes, which allowed him to vaguely make out the infrared outlines of the flying insects.

At that moment, Ria was somewhat stunned, because the insects flying around nearby were not special beetles; in fact, they were making a "buzzing" sound that only beetles could hear when they flapped their wings.

These creatures are moths, each with a wing as large as an adult's palm. When they fly, their scales fall like a blizzard, covering the ground beneath Ria's feet with a crunching sound when she steps on them.

And it's extremely soft, abnormally soft.

Ria was silent for a moment, then squatted down and used her tentacles to clean the ground slightly.

Now he saw that besides the scales and dust, there were countless human bones on the ground.

These were zombies, their dried, decaying skins clinging tightly to their dehydrated flesh, their eyes sunken and uneven, like shriveled dates. Ria had been standing on the belly of one of the zombies; its belly was somewhat bulging, presumably filled with putrid gas. When the tentacles parted the scales, the zombie below turned its eyes to meet his gaze.

"run……"

"Run away..."

"Get away from here...get away from flying insects..."

The undead were warning him, but they were quickly covered by the new scales produced by the flapping wings of the moths.

The symbols on the moths' wings varied, with one moth standing out prominently among them, bearing a golden "15" symbol. Its wings were covered with tiny eyes that controlled it, guiding it from a distance to Ria's side, seemingly trying to take her away from here.

However, during its flight, it seemed to be affected by something, and its body gradually disintegrated, leaving only some insignificant eyeballs scattered into the scales and powder, which could no longer be seen.

The dream ends here.

When Ria woke up again, it was already dawn.

"Bang bang, bang bang."

He sat up, his heart rate noticeably abnormal.

"Why would I have such a dream? Is it suggesting that I'm running away from something?"

"Goo." Little Swarth peeked out from his top hat with sleepy eyes, stretched out his antennae to pull open the closed curtains, letting in the morning sunlight.

It's obvious that it had the same dream as Ria, and those virtual scales are making it want to sneeze all the time.

"Good morning." Ria got up, tidied herself up, and put her hat on her head, as did little Swarth.

It chose to continue sleeping in the small area created by the hat and its fluffy hair, while Ria continued to ponder the meaning of the dream.

"Someone is telling me to run, but those moths are clearly exhibiting extraordinary characteristics in the Zolamu district. I'm already on Cabernet Street, where else can I run to?"

He didn't quite understand, but then he wondered if the dream was a premonition of something.

Precognitive dream?
“My meme doesn’t have that ability, but other patients… prophets? No, prophets only make verbal prophecies.”

Ria wiped his freshly washed face clean, picked up the lenses to put on his glasses, but at that moment, he suddenly thought of a meme related to "dreams"—

"The Dream Captor".

"Is Ms. Ilint's meme the Dream Photographer?"
She was warning me not to get involved... but it would be difficult; something had been watching me ever since I stepped into this area.

The moth numbered "15" may not only be targeting Ria, but everything here related to the supernatural.

"Experimenting with moths, turning them into laboratory animals and then releasing them to attach to living corpses—the thought processes of scientists these days are becoming increasingly incomprehensible."

"Hey, my brain isn't suited for studying these complicated things. I'd rather stick to economics."

After all, politicians and capitalists will eventually rise above everyone else.

(End of this chapter)