They all call me an Outer God.

The young man's expression was extremely serious, but the empty eye socket where his eyeball was missing, and his internal organs filled with countless golden eyeballs exposed to the air were all terrifying.

"you--"

Even though everyone was a superhuman, they were still shocked when faced with Leah's strange behavior. In their impression, superhumans were indeed a group of lunatics who would do anything to survive, but this was the first time they saw a lunatic who started to be so open-hearted to them after being forced into a corner.

Besides, could he really not feel any pain at all?
The bodies of patients with contamination disease are more sensitive than ordinary people, and their response to pain is much higher than that of ordinary creatures, so what's wrong with this person in front of me?

Could it be that he is not a human at all, but just a supernatural creature disguised as a human to fish on the streets! ?
"Wait, something is wrong, this thing, this thing may not be a human... Let's run!!!"

One of them noticed something was wrong, he panicked and tried to flee the scene immediately, but his companion stopped him.

"What do you mean!?" The man yelled at the person who stopped him in great confusion. When human life was at stake, he would not care about any unnecessary feelings. However, as soon as the man said this, he saw his companion standing there motionless with lifeless eyes and a stiff mouth.

He seemed to want to say something, but he could only utter "huh" for a long time without uttering a single word, and just kept on grinning foolishly.

"What are you laughing at?"

The man suddenly took a few steps back, feeling extremely weird. After he asked this question, his companion stopped smiling and walked towards him expressionlessly. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed his shoulders. Countless cracks suddenly appeared on his face, and countless things flashing with golden light were revealed from those cracks, just like small gold mines.

"You asked me what I was laughing at? Of course I was laughing at you because I thought you were funny."

"What's so funny about me?"

"What's so funny?"

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.”

"Isn't it ridiculous that I didn't greet the Lord of Trade and instead took such an impolite action as running away? "

“You and I both know very well that He is our only Savior!”

"Haha, hahahahahahahaha, hahahahaha, come and believe in trade, why not come and believe in Him, our Lord, our Father, our indispensable great existence--"

"Say it, say you are willing to believe in Him, say it quickly, or I will kill you, say it quickly!!!"

The man had no idea what was going on. His face was filled with bewilderment, but what made him even more desperate was yet to come. He didn't know what had happened to the other people. They also had strange expressions on their faces, and walked towards him step by step with their heads tilted, like a group of puppets, stiff and old-fashioned.

"Sir, can I take a moment of your time? I would like to tell you about our great Lord and Father, the great... Lord of Trade."

"He is the embodiment of worldly wealth, He is the god who controls trade, and He said He needs you."

"Don't come over here, what's wrong with you, don't come over here!!!"

The man's emotions were almost broken, and he wanted to attack, but there were too many people around him, and if he took action, the scene would easily turn into a fight.

"Come, do not resist, do not disobey, and join us in praising trade."

Lia, who was not far away, saw everything and reluctantly stuffed his internal organs back into his body. The tentacles automatically put them back in place and sewed up his skin. Then, his clothes automatically returned to their original state, as if nothing had happened. The young man's elegance and decency remained the same.

“The pollution of faith seems to be more terrible than I thought.”

"But the man in front of me is the incarnation of the Famine Knight and is not easily affected by pollution. In addition, he is a member of the mafia in the surrounding area. It turns out that extraordinary people can also form gangs."

It was the first time that Riya had seen such a thing, but he was not surprised. Instead, he looked at the target in front of him as if he were examining an object.

The man quickly noticed Riya's gaze, and at that moment, Riya walked towards him.

"You are now a patient with pollution disorder, so I should be able to use you for an experiment."

"Experiment? I don't care what you want to do, stay away from me, monster!"

The man wanted to escape, but he was unable to move at this time. He saw the devil-like man in front of him getting closer and closer to him, and the shadow under his feet was twisted and hideous.

"Why should you be afraid?" Liya was thinking of something and felt happy. "I have absorbed the power of the plague, but I have never tried to cure you. If the contaminated disease can be cured, I think there will be at least half less conflict in the world."

After all, the essence of pollution disease is pollution, and those extraordinary creatures can also be considered as pollution aggregates.

If his idea was feasible, it would be great. However, Riya was also very clear that things were far from as simple as he imagined, and he said this just to scare the person in front of him.

"Please remain calm, sir. The treatment will not be too painful."

So, the scene at the beginning appeared.

Ria is dining in a restaurant with a man whose limbs and features are disorganized, and whose appearance has become a mess, the result of trying to cure the plague.

Even the Plague Knight cannot eliminate the plague, so what role did the original Plague Knight play in it? Was it just to spread it?

"Things seem to be getting more and more complicated..."

The young man put down the coffee cup and tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously. As his fingers tapped on the table, the man's body trembled more and more violently.

A moment later, a lady in a black dress came in from outside. The lady was covered tightly from head to toe. The black veil hanging from her hat concealed her true face, leaving only a white and perfectly curved jaw exposed, tempting people to explore it in depth.

She walked to the table, found a seat and sat down naturally, called the waiter and ordered a cup of hot cocoa with sugar, as if this was her own restaurant.

When Riya saw her coming, she greeted her: "Good morning, Ms. Lilith."

"Good morning, Mr. Kercha, but I still have to ask, do I look that old?"

Lilith joked casually and picked up the hot cocoa on the table and savoured it carefully. Perhaps she finally couldn't stand the inquiring gaze of the person in front of her. That gaze seemed to be asking: Is it necessary to dress yourself up like this to avoid the sight of the Swelling Girl?
"Of course, as for that scary crazy woman, I never want to see her again in my life."

(End of this chapter)