They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 305 The Joy of Life

"It called me an experimental subject, and the number was 015. In addition, the guy's introduction to me was not made up. I don't know where they came from.

Except for the cannibalism, the others are pretty consistent. "

But Riya was not crazy enough to eat people. Although capitalists would exaggerate and be insulted as "human flesh-eating, cold-blooded monsters", the young man still believed that he was very unjust this time.

"The voice said that they found me near the Baslow Channel, which means that I was not here when I first arrived. Maybe there was some special situation that caused me to lose consciousness.

Thinking about it carefully, I originally stayed with Swale, but somehow I ended up here. "

The mythical creature would definitely be anxious if it couldn't find him. Just thinking of this made Ria want to smash the entire house into pieces and feed it to Hephaestus' clone.

But worry is one thing. Now he is in a completely unfamiliar environment, which may very well be the remains of the legendary abyss.

Even if it is for the god she has always "admired", Riya will not act rashly.

If the aboriginal people here all believe in the abyss, Naria can take this opportunity to establish a good relationship with them. After all, believers who believe in the same god are brothers and sisters, and everyone should help each other and love each other.

Outside the window, many wooden boats sailed on the water, shuttling between the tall buildings. Those buildings were like bamboos sprouting from the ground, and the boats became ants walking through the bamboo forest, small and persevering, moving forward, taking the people on the boats. Guests are sent to their destinations.

The top floor of another high-rise building.

A second-hand vinyl record was placed on the gramophone with one hand, and that hand closed the curtains, making the room dark.

In such a dim environment, the low sound of record music made the atmosphere eerie and somewhat different.

If two people are in such an environment together, an almost ambiguous atmosphere will inevitably occur along with the old-fashioned music.

"Crack...knock..."

The dancer in black robe danced around a skeleton. Under his tug, the dead skeleton seemed to have regained its own life and danced the most beautiful dance steps. Every movement was so coordinated and elegant.

At this moment, the dancing skeleton does not look like a dead thing, but the most fascinating beauty in the world.

But even so, this dead thing would still pale in comparison to the person opposite it.

Hephaestus hummed ancient tunes and danced with the undead under the music, just like the lich in the legendary stories a hundred years ago.

There was a sound outside the door.

"No. 006, don't you feel tired at all from dancing all the time?"

"For people who love music and art, dancing and music are the best pastimes, so how can they feel tired?"

"You should take a break. You have broken countless human bones during this period. You have to know that we don't have that much inventory here."

"It's a pity that I don't have the skeletons as backup dancers. Maybe you, Observer, will be happy to be my dance partner."

"impossible!!!"

The sounds of the creatures outside were a little louder in vain, and even trembled a little unconsciously.

It is obvious that it is very wary and even afraid of the people inside the door. When searching for this person's information, just a name that is accidentally glimpsed can make most observers avoid it like a snake or scorpion, for fear of provoking something unclean.

But this man still took the initiative to stay. He stayed in the old-style room and listened to the sound of the gramophone record, waving his fingers, and humming along from time to time.

If the flute had not been destroyed by his own god, Hephaestus would have even wanted to play the flute to accompany the gramophone.

"Listen to me, this is a perfect place. As long as I stay here, I will be satisfied. The premise is that you can keep me from being bored." The voice outside the door trembled again: "We don't have that much here. There simply aren’t enough alien humans to collect enough complete human skeletons.”

"That's your problem... By the way, haven't there been a new group of people recently? I want those new ones."

Hephaestus gave suggestions, but the voice on the other side was rarely tougher.

"No."

"Those people can't do it. They have a more important role. If they die, they can give it to you, but now it is absolutely impossible to kill them because of your unreasonable request.

Even if you are... we can't indulge you indefinitely! "

"Ah - you also know that I am indulging you."

Hephaestus deliberately lengthened his voice, sensing the growing fear of the creatures outside the door. He suddenly laughed and did not say anything more, but continued to dance a pas de deux with the skeleton to the rhythm of the music.

The dance was relatively gentle at the beginning, but as it moved further back, the dance steps became bolder and more crazy. The intense rhythm was close to the noise of the music, causing the skeleton to fall apart, leaving only a skull in Hephaestus' hands.

As the dance accelerated, its upper and lower jaws quickly fell apart.

"Clap!"

The lower jaw of the skull fell to the ground, and the remaining bones suddenly made an overwhelmed "click" sound in the hands of Hephaestus.

"Crack-"

It fell into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

Hephaestus stopped dancing and stood there seemingly hesitantly: "It's broken again."

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha it broke again!!!"

This man laughed so hard that he almost couldn't breathe. He was so excited that he smashed things in the room. He lifted the table and smashed it on other furniture with all his head. The vase was smashed, water splashed on the ground, and the colorful flowers were crushed by heavy objects. Bleeding juices.

Absolute violence and music are mixed together, mixed with crazy laughter in a dark environment, and the footsteps of the villain are like gongs and drums on the edge of death.

In the end, nothing in the room was intact except the gramophone and its records.

"The chief dean said... let you out now and express our sincere apologies for the fact that we mistakenly captured you into the abyss."

"Why are you apologizing?"

Hephaestus sat on the mess, still gently wagging his fingers to the rhythm of the music, as if he was not a prisoner of an experiment at this moment, but the conductor of a grand concert.

"I came to this place on my own initiative and had no intention of leaving from the beginning."

"Then what do you want?"

"For what? Of course it's for the joy of my life."

Hephaestus walked down from the ruins, picked up a bone on the ground and started making a new bone flute.

"You don't have to do anything during this period, just let me stay here."

(End of this chapter)