They all call me an Outer God.

The skin on the face of the person in front of him suddenly cracked into several red marks, and then the red marks grew larger and larger, and many golden pupils appeared inside, crowded together, staring at him motionlessly.

"Why does my face feel a little itchy?"

Bly scratched his face twice, not understanding why Dr. Katen was looking at him like that, but soon, his gaze followed Katen to his own hand that was scratching his facial skin, and he realized that the touch seemed a little strange.

He didn't know when his hands turned into pitch-black tentacles, swaying with his thoughts. When he stared at them, eyes appeared on the tentacles, staring at him with the same look.

He knew this was not normal, but...

Kateen always explained to him that this was a trait that all normal people have: "You can't always doubt yourself. You must always believe in what I said. I won't lie to you."

"Why? You should know that I don't trust you." Bly's face looked very ugly, but then the performance of the psychologist in front of him made his pupils shrink.

The man just smiled, stretched out his fingernails and scratched his face, and soon, scars appeared there.

But the scar did not bleed. Not only that, it also had golden eyes exactly like Bligh's.

Katern reached out and brushed the wound, and her eyes closed automatically.

"I told you that there is nothing special about you. The people around me, or rather the humans I know, all have this characteristic. How do you think we shouldn't look like this?"

This is so weird!
Bly still couldn't believe it, but something in his mind told him that it was true.

The people in this town are all his kind.

"But the people outside clearly..."

"No need for unexpected intruders."

Katen extended a tentacle and patted Bligh on the shoulder.

"We just need to take care of ourselves. I know this is hard for you to accept. If you don't mind, you can go and verify your thoughts."

"I think I will."

Bligh left here, his mind was very confused, and he even began to question himself.

Not long after, he returned to his shop.

This is a grocery store, at least on the surface. As for what is sold behind the scenes, only those who can answer the code correctly are qualified to know.

There were all kinds of mess in the grocery store, but the goods were arranged very neatly, as if the owner had obsessive-compulsive disorder and could not bear to see them with any imperfection.

The first row on the right shelf is a row of dolls, which are things that children love. Although they have become unsalable due to the recent war, Bly will still help them clean the dust.

There was a black feather pen on his desk. He didn't know the origin of this somewhat hard feather pen. It was stuck to his clothes after he woke up. People who knew about it said it might be a dragon scale, but Bly was convinced that it was a feather, and he made it into a signature pen.

“I’m getting more and more confused now.”

Bly grabbed the quill and said, "My abilities are feared by everyone, but Katen told me that everyone is like this and that I am nothing special... Can you really believe what he said?"

He needs validation.

Next, Bligh waited patiently for his first customer, and soon he got him.

The visitor was a girl with pigtails and wrapped herself tightly. She needed to buy a knife for self-defense.

"It would be better if black bread is available."

"Miss, the price of the bread is five hundred thousand swaras."

"Are you kidding me!?" The two of them successfully communicated with each other. Bly smiled and took her to his collection to let her choose the weapon she liked.

Bly: "It's not easy to get these things these days."

"It is because of your presence here that we feel at ease. I can't believe what would happen to our town if there were no arms dealer like you who is convenient for the people."

"Most of my stuff is second-hand, I hope you don't mind."

"Why would I mind? It would be troublesome if you had one of these things, because it means you can make guns, and if everyone has a gun, our town might be the first to start a fight."

"Also, people will be more afraid of you."

The girl followed Bly around the heavy basement corridors, then watched him turn on the light in the corner and introduce the collection to her.

Angel took a fancy to a bayonet, which was very useful for chopping things and its sharpness was amazing. Of course, the price was also amazing.

"Boss, are you sure you only want ten swars for this? It's not even as expensive as a few loaves of bread."

"But for many people, it's a price they can't afford. I think I should lower the price appropriately..."

The things that Bly sells are quite cheap. Of course, these things are also limited in quantity, and each person can only buy one of the things in the basement.

"Miss, if you need it, I recommend that sniper rifle to you. Its original owner probably bought it not long ago, and all the accessories are very new. It only costs twenty Shivals, and I can also give you a few magazines."

"No, this thing is too conspicuous. I still like the bayonet."

Anjie looked at the bayonet in her hand, weighed it a few times, and then handed Bligh ten Sval coins.

Bly put the things back into his pocket, and then he looked at the girl in front of him with his golden eyes again: "Happy transaction."

Many golden eyes appeared on the surface of the skin of that face.

And all these eyes were staring at Anjie's hand without blinking, because just now when collecting the money, Bligh deliberately cut her hand, and now, golden things appeared there.

"Happy Trading."

she left.

Bly thought, maybe this is indeed normal, humans should have many golden eyes, and as for those who don't have them, maybe it's because of different races, just like there are different colors of people in other countries.

Thinking about it carefully, he seemed to have never seen anyone in his town bleeding. Even if they were injured, most people would cover their wounds and wrap themselves tightly as soon as possible.

So it is true that I am a human being.

Bly suddenly felt relieved. He didn't know why he felt this way, but he was inexplicably happy.

Those people sometimes fear themselves only because of their extraordinary abilities, and admire themselves also because of their extraordinary abilities.

To Bly, extraordinary abilities are useful, and there is no need for him to reject them or to worry about his differences.

This difference is the best gift given to him by the unknown existence.

"Now, I have thought it through."

A tentacle appeared from the dark shadow and slowly stretched out towards this side, and Bligh also stretched out his hand to shake it.

(End of this chapter)