They all call me an Outer God.

"you--"

Kraden suddenly realized something: "Could it be that your main meme is also a black marketeer?"

"No, not only that, I have never seen you before, so you are the Keeper of Disorder!"

"Right." Riya applauded, then raised his hand to lift his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light.

"My dear friend, although you betrayed your family, you gained nothing. Isn't this the best example of investment failure?"

"Once again, I'll teach you a lesson. Don't believe anything the black marketeers say."

Regardless of whether the black marketeer is a wild supernatural being or an official keeper of secrets, the words of this kind of group are even less trustworthy than those of an idiot.

But Kraden was also puzzled: "But you actually admitted it just like that. Didn't your plague doctor teach you not to tell others about your main meme?"

For extraordinary people, it is extremely easy to be targeted once the main meme is exposed. The bounty warrants that suddenly appear everywhere are the best example.

That is not an ordinary number. Nine hundred million can drive those black marketeers who value money like their life crazy. Moreover, this astronomical figure will not only attract black marketeers, but perhaps something more terrifying.

There is never a shortage of crazy people in the extraordinary world.

However, Riya just maintained a mysterious smile, then reached out to the nearest bounty warrant and peeled it off with a "rip".

"I know I can't tell anyone, but you see, my plague doctor is not around now, so I am free to do whatever I want."

"Besides, this number is indeed very tempting, but I don't know if that person can afford it. As far as I know, very few people I know can afford this amount of money."

Riya calls this the law of common poverty among extraordinary beings.

Everybody was very poor, perhaps because the performance process exhausted everyone's energy. Even Riya could not ensure that her performance would be successful. If the performance of the black businessman failed, at least he would lose everything, and at worst he would have to sell himself to pay off his debts.

Idiots die of wisdom, tacticians die of peace, crows die of love... black traders die of money.

This is all very common.

"Sir, although I don't want to discourage you, poor people often cannot even imagine the heights of the rich in their entire lives. You also cannot imagine how resourceful it is for someone who became the leader of the Black Hand at such a young age."

Kraden kindly reminded Lia: "He has been cleaning up the underground black market with thunderous means since he got the meme, making everyone terrified. Moreover, he controls half of the underground economy of Endles and monopolizes the black market of weapons and supernatural props. How can such a person be merciful?"

"He is not afraid of exposing his personal information because those things are not important to him at all. He has many wives and children, but those people are just tools for him to use in marriage or to trade other things..."

"Sofia has no feelings and only talks about interests. Under such conditions, do you still want to meet him? In fact, I still suggest that you pack up and leave here immediately, and never appear in Lidsh City again."

Kraden spoke with such passion that he was almost shaking like a sieve. Ria had no idea what kind of psychological trauma Sofia had caused him, but the more she said so, the more interested Ria became in that black marketeer.

The experienced black marketeers might know more about the [meme], so it seems like this is worth the gamble.

Riya folded the wanted poster in her hand neatly, and then casually glanced at the rest of the wanted posters. The pictures on those wanted posters strangely dissolved and then turned into another unremarkable man.

"So that's Sofia... It's not what I expected. So how should we price it?"

Riya thought about it carefully and finally set the price at “1-9999, 99, 99, 99 gold coins”.

As the numbers on the paper changed, Kraden froze. He looked at the wanted posters and then at Ria with his mouth wide open, and found that Ria was unwilling to suffer any loss.

"How did you--" "How did I know what the other person looks like?"

Riya narrowed her eyes.

"Although I have only been in this city for a short time, this city is already full of my spies."

"You might as well guess how I did it."

……

"Mariaan! Mariaan, please stop running. The children are scattered all over the place. A few were just run over by a car. Even if you don't think about me, you have to think about the children!"

A very uncomfortable scene occurred on Bed Street in Lides City.

A man was running forward holding his huge belly, chasing a woman who was also pregnant. The woman was so hysterical that she became upset when she saw a baby. She desperately stepped on the newborn baby and then yelled at the back: "Get out of here, I want to divorce you!"

"You can't do this, what will happen to our children after the divorce?"

"What can I do with love?"

The man and the woman continued to run forward. When the normal people on the roadside saw this scene, their faces changed drastically, and for a moment they thought they were still asleep.

But they ran too fast.

Behind the big-bellied woman was a big-bellied man, and behind the man was a group of faceless people who liked to be grandparents, uncles, and aunts. They picked up the children on the ground and put them into sacks. If they saw babies that were trampled to death, they would wait for them to give birth to more babies, and then put them into sacks and drag them around.

"The child's parents, please take care of the child!"

There are more and more children, and more and more children in the bag.

Finally, at a certain moment, the bags could no longer bear the weight of the breeding and burst directly on the spot.

So hundreds of babies were scattered on the road, crawling everywhere with laughter, and of course more babies chose to continue following their relatives.

"Mom and Dad! Come back soon!"

"We will be very good, please don't leave us!"

"Wow, why don't mom and dad like us? Run slower, I can't catch up!"

Newborn red-skinned babies ran and crawled. Some of the children climbed up the walls like geckos to the top of tall buildings, and then looked at an unprepossessing man through a window.

"Hehehe, uncle, have you seen our parents?"

The man also smiled, then walked to the window naturally and took out a gun from his pocket.

With a "bang", the child turned into blood, and the blood automatically gathered together and finally turned into a pile of gold coins that fell at the man's feet.

The whole process was extremely peaceful, so peaceful that it seemed as if the man was merely casually chasing away a cicada outside the window.

"I've always felt that the Hephisgetus were restless, but today they seem to be particularly restless..."

(End of this chapter)