They all call me an Outer God.

"Oh?"

Hearing the word "angel", Ria became interested.

I don’t know if the so-called angel is the angel in Meme 1 in his impression. Not to mention what means these people used to get the angel’s flesh and blood, if it is really that group of guys, normal people will only accelerate their death after eating their flesh.

It is unknown what kind of changes will occur. Perhaps one will experience a lifetime in just three seconds, rapidly age and then die. Or, the body may gradually split, and one will see thousands of oneself fighting each other and then die suddenly.

In any case, no one can gain eternal life from angels that have undergone memetic contamination. Their flesh and blood are extremely poisonous to ordinary people and are a shortcut to death.

But now someone claimed that the restaurant would sell angel flesh and blood, and that this was a story that had happened in history. This scene made Leah a little alert.

Gluttony and famine... the rich who come here for the fame, the high-end restaurants that spend lavishly—

While Riya was still thinking, there was a strange noise coming from a distance.

A man who looked wealthy was surrounded by four or five waiters. The professional smiles on the faces of the waiters had disappeared, and they looked at the person in front of them with disgust, as if they were looking at excrement.

"Sir, are you unwilling to pay for the cost of our wooden tables and chairs from seed to finished product?"

"Ah? Are you out of your mind? All the money I have has been taken away! Don't push your luck! Why don't you start from the price when the Creator created the world?"

"Well, that's a good idea, but we are not so unscrupulous that we can't afford the price, sir. You still have the clothes and jewelry on you."

As the waiter spoke, the other person's clothes suddenly disappeared, revealing his white old body under the light.

Kraden's eyes widened, and Riya silently reached out a hand to cover little Swar's eyes.

"As if that's not enough..." The waiters came closer and closer, "But it doesn't matter, sir, you still have yourself."

“Even if you lose everything, you still have yourself to pay.”

"Viscera, blood, flesh, soul... these things cannot be measured by price, but as long as enough is given, they can be traded."

"What do you want to do?!" The rich man looked at the waiters getting closer and closer to him, and then he screamed and disappeared on the spot.

During this period, no one among the people watching the excitement came forward to help, and many even gloated over the incident.

At this time, waiters came from the kitchen and brought several plates of meat to the table. The delicious meat was topped with tempting sauce, and leaves and flowers of unknown plants were placed on top as decoration.

But how could someone as sharp as Riya not see that the meat came from the old man just now?

The old man could not pay and had been classified as poor. The rich took pleasure in eating the poor, their flesh and blood, their fat and bones. They killed him and then shared him, and in this way, the rest of the meat also became suspicious.

"Be careful not to eat anything here."

Although everything in front of him was just an illusion, Ria still reminded him that he had not forgotten the conditions for passing the level here, so when those people asked him if he wanted to try the newly served meat and pay the extra price for it, Ria acquiesced.

Then, he got a plate of meat, and those people stared at him eagerly, as if they would not be satisfied until they saw him eat it.

As for this kind of situation, Riya had a lot of experience. The next moment, the young man put the plate on the table, sat down slowly, tied a napkin, picked up the knife and fork, and then used the magician's ability to transfer the food in his mouth. On the surface, it seemed that he had eaten everything.

The waiters smiled and asked, "How does it taste?"

“Very special.”

"It represents the weight of money and is of course very special, it even has some gold leaf sprinkled on it."

As they spoke, the waiters came up to Riya again, stretched out their fingers and picked up the money, asking him for a tip. Riya stretched out his hand and was about to give it when he heard the waiter opposite say something to him.

“You don’t get anything in return for your efforts here, and a lot of times, your trades won’t lead to anything.”

Riya thought she had heard it wrong, because the voice didn't sound like the waiter's at all. The words were low, young, without any thoughts or emotions, and the words were just stating a fact.

His pupils dilated for a moment. It wasn't that the words sounded like a denial of his meme, but that the voice sounded somewhat similar to his own.

"Sir, sir?"

The waiter waved his hand and noticed that Ria began to become unhappy after being stunned. He thought that this was a behavior that was very inconsistent with aristocratic etiquette and the other party should pay more money for it.

Liya acquiesced to this behavior, then looked to his side. He was now in meme level 2, and the symptoms of being eroded by the extraordinary would only become more and more serious. Hearing the messy noises was not enough to make him suspicious.

The party started, people were dancing, and Riya and his group just stood by and watched. Suddenly, Riya asked Kraden, "What kind of person do you think I am?"

"Ah, is that something I can answer?"

Kraden didn't dare to talk. He didn't know much about Ria, but he was sure that this person was full of bad intentions and no one knew what he was thinking. Apart from that, Kraden was sure that Ria was absolutely powerful.

In fact, if he wanted to, he could have demolished the building that trapped them, but Ria did not do so. Instead, he patiently played "house" with them.

Kraden didn't know how he came up with this word, but he just felt that Leah was enjoying being with other people.

"Can't you answer that?"

Leah was silent, but little Schwarz kept cooing. No one could understand what it was saying, but it seemed that it was happy to give Leah all the praise in the world.

"No matter the past of a superhuman, as long as their memes are high, they will gradually lose their humanity and become no different from those superhuman and mythical creatures."

Liya stared at the dancing crowd and smiled: "It's a destined ending. How many people want to struggle but can't. We are like newborn ants that are fooled by this world. The best ending is to escape from the nest and find that there is a sky that makes ants feel so vast and powerless."

"Kladen, facing such a world, do you still want it to continue to exist?"

As if she was just saying it casually, Riya asked this question to Kraden, but her expression did not show her usual casualness at all.

(End of this chapter)