They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 51 The unembellished legend

The lady also curved the corners of her mouth and grinned brightly, her mouth full of sharp fangs.

She lovingly caressed the people on the ground covered with fish scales, and the sound of her nails scratching against the scales was particularly clear in the rain.

For some unknown reason, she didn't notice Riya standing in front of the window. After collecting enough bighead fish, she left the place, carrying a heavy net in her hand, and decided to sell the excess fish to various places in Grani. .

Riya looked at the disemboweled "fish" that twitched from time to time in the rain for a long time, and sighed slightly.

He no longer paid attention to them, turned around and closed the curtains and lay on the bed. As long as he closed his eyes, the darkness would block out everything that affected his mind.

The rain stopped again.

Those "fish" returned to their original state, and the walking dead returned to their homes and fell asleep like sleepwalkers. The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a crescent moon was in it.

The next day.

The other end of the intercom still asked Riya what kind of breakfast she wanted. This time Riya answered that she wanted fish.

The other person no longer cared whether he was allergic to fish. When the Riya opened the door, the plate was filled with fragrant fried fish, and the edge of the plate was garnished with mustard.

"They actually made the fish look like this."

Riya was asked to take a bite of the fish in front of him, and he did so.

It's just that this time the food is still handled by little Sval. The mythical creature will find a place to store these "waste products" and "sell" them when there is an opportunity.

According to the host, there is no waste in the world and everything has its value.

Little Swale felt that this sentence was right, and even regarded it as a wise saying in his life.

Because this sentence means that Riya feels that it is not waste.

Riya sees it.

"Gu!" Little Swale couldn't help but exclaimed excitedly in his non-existent heart, watching Riya close the door and then hide all the fish on the dinner plate.

About half an hour later, someone took away the plates, and Riya left the hotel at dawn while there was no rain outside.

He found Stair again who was sleeping on the floor in the Baishel Tavern. Stair propped up half of his body sleepily: "Good morning, how did you sleep last night?"

"Pretty exciting."

"Really!? What did you do last night?"

As soon as he mentioned this, Steil suddenly became energetic and tried to hear something he liked from Riya, but what Riya said next was very different from what he imagined.

"Eating people."

"Ah...ah? Ah!? Don't scare me!"

"I'll show you something and you'll understand."

Saying that, Riya asked little Svar to put the hand from yesterday into his pocket, and he took out the hand from his pocket.

"Is this a vegetable leaf or a hand?"

"It must be the hand—but where did you get the hand?"

“A courtesy gift from the hotel.”

Riya told Steyer roughly what happened yesterday, omitting some unnecessary things about herself. After the story, Steyer turned pale. "My prophecy can only predict one outcome. I can't predict this thing, but you said this is how the fish of the Heavy Rain Festival come... being dug out of the human stomach!?"

"I've seen fish in a mule's belly."

Riya pondered for a moment: "How should I put it? Grani Town belongs to the plains and is not particularly wealthy, but the fish industry is so developed.

Those big-headed fish have obvious characteristics of sea fish. No one really doubts where the fish they usually eat come from?
Or maybe someone knew about it, but was hit by a sudden heavy rain and lost their memory. "

While traveling on the Guthron Plain, the animals turned into fish one after another after being hit by the rain. After the weather cleared, it was as if nothing had happened. Ria had reason to suspect that the rain had the same effect on people.

After hearing his explanation, Stair sat up on the mattress and said, "You mean the people here have been affected by heavy rains for so many years?"

"Yes, heavy rain paralyzes people's spirits, making them accustomed to these things. Even if someone notices something is wrong, the slime of the extraordinary creature fishman can also have the same effect. If you think about it carefully, this is the first time you have heard of this. thing?
Could it be that before you know it, you have been mentally affected by the rain or mucus, paralyzed your brain, and then become accustomed to everything that happens here?

I heard that a railway was built here. Oh, are they going to use trains to transport these fish and fish to all parts of the world? "

Riya rubbed the silver handle of the cane with her hand, and Stair finally realized the seriousness of the matter. He covered his head and tried to recall some key points from his memory, but he couldn't.

“Is it the [idiot] meme that’s stopping me from thinking?”

"Maybe?"

Ria couldn't help but be curious: "The simplicity of meme interpretation must have its drawbacks. Are you really so eager to achieve Meme Eight? What will happen after that? There is no second [idiot] for people to choose from Meme Seven.

And how did you think of choosing it? "

"Did you choose it, or did it choose you?"

"These are not questions I can answer, Kercha."

Steyer's face was full of bitterness: "Sometimes, it's easier to not know anything. You see, if you become an idiot in advance, you don't have to think about anything in the future. No matter how weird things are, they won't affect me."

"What you said makes sense."

Ria was convinced that he had left the hotel now. It might be a good choice to hide in the tavern for a few days. There were people to keep company, and there was no shortage of wine and music.

But sometimes escaping doesn't solve any problem. Even if a person does nothing, trouble will still find him along the scent like a snake spitting out its core.

"Remember the legend about the Heavy Rain Festival we heard before?"

Heavy rain continued in the sky, and people burned fires and poured strong wine to disperse the dark clouds and welcome the sun.

"Legends and stories always embellish the facts. If we extrapolate that legend to the current situation, do you think it would develop like this -

At a certain time, dark clouds covered the sun, and the sun disappeared for many years. Heavy rains continued, houses were flooded, crops failed, fruit trees rotted and became infested with insects, and extraordinary creatures appeared.

People and livestock turned into fish and had no food to eat, so in those days - fish eat people, people eat fish, and fish eat fish.

It was the saints who discovered suffering from outside and prayed and sacrificed to the shining sun to disperse the dark clouds.

The saint called his companions to gather around and summon the Holy Fire of the Rising Sun to raise the flame, but the flame was always extinguished by heavy rain. At this time, the saint poured some kind of sacrificial wine into the fire and burned himself as a sacrifice.

The fire instantly rose and evaporated all the rain and dark clouds, and the sun shone on the land again.

But the heavy rain will always come again, and the fishmen will not disperse because of this..."

(End of this chapter)