They all call me an Outer God.

"Swar, you don't have to wrap me up so tightly."

Riya lay on the bed with his eyes open, staring into the countless eyes in the black fog. As the meme level increased, he needed less sleep and would only take a nap when he was extremely tired.

In recent days, fighting with angels to consume inspiration and experiencing the feeling of inspiration being constantly replenished and the total amount constantly increasing has made Leah feel extremely happy. He even feels that he can still go fight with angels, and the desire to kill in his bones is also increasing day by day.

"I can not sleep."

"Swar, do you have any good tips for falling asleep quickly?"

The young man waved at the mist around him, which obviously hesitated for a moment, then quickly condensed a tentacle in the black mist, pierced the host's head with a "click", and then twisted wildly to mess up his brain.

Then it was surprised to find that Leah was still awake, and it was obvious that the old trick of falling asleep no longer worked on him.

Looking at Riya, whose head had become a pile of indescribable things on the bed, Sval was silent for a while, then he crawled out through the crack in the door. Not long after, he borrowed back a white flute, rolled it up with his tentacles and stuffed it into Darles.

【＃＊&%&】

The invisible mist made a noisy and hoarse sound. Dales wanted to cry but had no tears: "I really can't play the flute. My flute is terrible."

"It's okay, no one here will dislike you."

Lying on the bed, Leah gave Darus a thumbs up and said, "Let me hear how bad it sounds."

"Father!"

"As long as you don't mind, I will do anything for you!"

Darles was so moved that he stretched out his tentacles from behind his mask, took the flute, and then put it to his mouth and started playing.

“Oh————”

Suddenly, a flute sound was heard, sharp enough to pierce the eardrums, and then "crack, crack, crack!" The glass on all sides shattered and a deep crack appeared on the floor.

Even someone as strong as Liya, her body stiffened for a moment after the flute was played, and then there was no movement.

Obviously, the sound of the flute helps to increase sleep quality and help people fall asleep quickly.

【%&＃！】

The invisible mist made a sound again, and Darles felt that it didn't seem to be praising it. He didn't dare to speak, but just put down the flute silently and tried to minimize his presence.

In its memory, the lonely god was sleeping in a dark temple, surrounded by musicians who played flutes non-stop to accompany him as he fell asleep.

Maybe that person didn't enter the dream because he liked the sound of the flute.

Most likely it was forced.

……

It's so ugly, so terrible. How can there be such an ugly sound in the world!

When the meme is low, there is nothing special to feel, but when the meme is high, the extraordinary pollution and erosion mixed in the flute sound will also rise.

The sound of the flute really restrained me, it was simply my natural enemy!
Riya suddenly opened her eyes and found herself in a completely different time and space. There were tall buildings and snow all around. It was obviously the modern era, but it could also be called... the old days.

The air was extremely cold, and every breath I took felt like a lump of ice was stuffed into my nasal cavity.

"I'm back?" Riya looked at his hands and found that this was his original body, with a gray coat and a brown and black scarf. Even when he was not working, he liked to wear dark colors.

"No, that's not right. This is still a dream, but it's not my dream."

"The shining sun?" Riya found that he could pass his hands and body through any object at will. In this dream, no one could see him, but at the same time, Riya could only move within a radius of 300 meters.

Perhaps the shining sun is nearby and I can't leave him too far.

There were few people on the roads, and even if there were, their faces were pale and they were running around hurriedly, as if they were being chased by something terrifying that ordinary people could not see.

But these are just their illusions. Before long, they will collapse from hypothermia and become one of the corpses covered by thick white snow.

The sky was an abnormal blood red, with a scarlet star hanging in the sky, but if you look closely you will find that it is not the moon.

"...Meteorite!!?"

Riya squinted her eyes and stared for a moment, only to find that the size of the "star" was gradually increasing with the passage of time. Perhaps in less than a week, it would completely collide with the earth.

Remembering what Shab had once said to him, Leah immediately realized that these were the last seven days before the end of the "Old Days". The end of the world would soon come and the old humans would no longer exist.

"Ccrunch! Crunch!"

"It's too late!" There were new footsteps behind Riya. He turned around and saw a man in a brown coat holding a camera and running towards him breathlessly, with a work badge hanging on his chest.

【Reporter of Hailang Media, Bai Wentao】

Just as Ria was observing whether he would stop in front of him, the man went straight through his body and ran towards a building. Fortunately, the distance was not far, so Ria followed him.

They ran all the way up to the sixth floor. Due to the low temperature and some indescribable magnetic field, most of the advanced electronic communication equipment could no longer be used, and even the elevator stopped working. So when Bai Wentao arrived at a door on the sixth floor, he was almost exhausted and fell to the ground.

It was obvious that he was not in good health.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Professor Mu, are you there?"

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

"professor!?"

"No need to knock anymore."

With a "creak", the man called Professor Mu opened the door. He had messy hair and wore thick glasses. Although his actual age was only around 40, he looked like he was in his 50s or 60s.

As he opened the door, a wave of heat rushed towards him. Bai Wentao stretched his neck and found that the professor was warming himself by the fire in the house.

That's right, he was warming himself by a fire. He turned on all the heating devices and started a fire in the middle of the living room using waste paper in a basin.

"Come in, and remember to close the door. I can't stand the cold."

Mu Wen poured a glass of water for the reporter: "Reporter friend, what is the matter with you coming to see me?"

"Professor Mu, I heard that you have been studying how to change the orbit of meteorites by changing the magnetic field of stars. I also learned about the direction of this project during my graduate studies. I hope I can assist you."

"Help me?" Mu Wen suddenly laughed, his face becoming more desolate. "But no one agrees with my plan. They all think that changing the sun's magnetic field is impossible. As you can see, they think I have Alzheimer's and can only stay at home and wait for death."

"Is it really impossible?"

Bai Wentao did not drink the tea on the table. He picked up his camera and let Mu Wen watch the photos he had taken.

Seeing this, Riya also quietly moved over. The photo was taken of the sea.

In the first photo, the rough sea has completely turned into a glacier due to the low temperature.

In the second photo, a hand is placed on the surface of the ice, and cracks appear on the ice with the hand as the center.

In the third photo, sea water seeps out from the cracks in the ice. The hand is one meter above them, and the water actually flows upstream.

In the fourth picture, a hand makes a scissors gesture towards the huge waves.

Seeing this, Mu Wen's expression became very strange. He looked at the reporter's face, as if he wanted to see something from his face, but Bai Wentao just showed a slightly shy smile.

He slowly took off his heavy cotton jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his sweatshirt, and showed the professor the grooved scales on his arms.

"Professor, pollution has already arrived. In addition to technology, we can also use some extraordinary measures."

"Why did something strange happen to you too!?"

Mu Wen suddenly grabbed Bai Wentao's hand in an unstable mood. He used great strength to almost crush the other's hand: "You are still so young, are you going to die too?"

"There's nothing we can do, Professor. Ultimately, our fate is to die."

"But there is a way for humans to survive."

The young reporter put the camera on the table: "Let's work together."

"cooperate?"

"Yes, cooperation! Those people do not approve of people with physical diseases when the end of the world is approaching, but I think this is a large-scale genetic evolution.

If cancer patients don’t die, imagine how their cells will evolve. Isn’t this a miracle of the code of life? "

Bai Wentao rubbed the tumor-like scales growing on his arms in a somewhat morbid manner.

“While fighting against the apocalypse, we should also think of a way out for ourselves.

Compared to others, people whose bodies have been mutated by radiation show stronger vitality and extraordinary abilities. I assume this is the legendary superpower.

Hypothetically, I mean hypothetically, if everyone in the world were to be infected with this radiation, would we all survive?"

"Do you know what you are talking about?!"

Mu Wen stared at him unkindly: "If you come to me just to say these things, then get out of my house, lunatic."

"Why don't you accept it!" Bai Wentao suddenly slammed the table.

“Professor, you have also become a person infected by radiation, otherwise they would not have kicked you out of the laboratory.

Ah... I heard these from my supervisor during graduate school. After all, I had a pretty good relationship with him and we kept in touch even after graduation. He told me to be careful to avoid contact with people who have abnormal physical symptoms, including you.

But Professor, I volunteered to be contaminated by radiation, and I also know that your abilities should not be buryed in any way."

Bai Wentao smiled and said, "After all, few people have the ability to influence the sun. Although the price is extreme fear of cold, I think you should cooperate with me. This is for the future common destiny of all mankind."

"Professor Mu, I even found some people abroad who were also exposed to radiation contamination like us. Among them are doctors who control diseases, and women who bring death... They are all high-end talents who are willing to contribute to the great cause of humanity."

Mu Wen stared at him with cold eyes, as if he wanted to stare a hole in the man's face.

"I heard about you from my colleague who is also your graduate advisor."

Bai Wentao smiled: "What does he think of me?"

"He said you're not fit for scientific research. You're a pervert who can smile while dissecting a rotting human body and secretly cut open your own stomach in the middle of the night to observe before stitching it up."

"How did he know this? I remember the reason I gave was that I didn't hold the knife firmly when cutting."

"You shouldn't treat everyone like an idiot. You deserve not to be a doctor. Get out of here. I'd rather stay here by the fire until I get carbon monoxide poisoning."

Bai Wentao couldn't believe it: "Do you think that we can solve the disaster with the little technology we have?"

"It's much more reliable than those insignificant superpowers. At least it won't suddenly go out of control at some point and bite people randomly like a wild beast."

Mu Wen stood up and looked at the man in front of him, whose pupils suddenly became as sharp as those of a shark and whose three pairs of gills kept opening and closing.

"You are no longer human. When the pollution gets more serious, you will become a disaster to mankind like a meteorite if you lose control. You might as well find a place to lock yourself up while you are still awake."

"I'll say this one last time. Go away and don't force me to do anything to you."

He walked to the door and opened it again, but Bai Wentao didn't move. When Mu Wen looked at him in confusion, he found that this man had a mouth full of sharp teeth, with the corners of his mouth extending to the back of his ears, and he attacked him ferociously.

Mu Wen didn't move, but his eyes lightly shifted to Liya. Liya was startled and thought he was looking at her.

But that look seemed to be just an illusion. The professor just stretched out his hand, grabbed Bai Wentao's neck effortlessly, and then threw him out like garbage.

"boom!"

He closed the door again, walked to the fire and added waste paper, on which were painted suns with mosquito coil patterns.

Riya stood beside this man, staring at him for a long time, and suddenly realized that he might be the shining sun of the past.

Considering that Guangyao Xuri and the Abyss have never been on good terms, could it be that the reporter just now was the Abyss himself! ?

"Did they ever have such a relationship..."

Riya stroked his chin, lost in thought.

For the next seven days, Professor Mu Wen still squatted in the house and warmed himself by the fire, but the temperature was getting lower and lower, and he became more and more afraid of the severe cold. He often had to put his hands completely into the fire to absorb some of the rare warmth.

Then, flames could no longer burn in an environment of absolute zero degrees. Professor Mu Wen curled himself up in layers of quilts and shivered. The outside of the quilts and the walls were covered with thick frost.

He watched the TV tremblingly, watching the news report that humans had invented weapons powerful enough to affect meteorites and successfully deviated them from their original trajectory.

This was good news, but the TV went out halfway through the news and the backup power failed.

There was a power outage all over the world. Mu Wen thought it was a problem caused by the low temperature. He stayed in the quilt and thought about it for a long time.

The good news should be told to everyone so that people don’t have to panic anymore. Now that the power is out, we can only rely on people to spread the word.

He had to tell people—

We are about to win. If we hold on a little longer, we won't die and everyone will survive.

(End of this chapter)