They all call me an Outer God.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Sullivan couldn't believe it.

[Of course it is true, I come from the richest existence in the world, if you own me you own wealth itself]

[Tell me how much money you need now, I can give it to you for free]

“Free of charge…”

This temptation was really irresistible. On the one hand, Sullivan felt that he should immediately accept the kindness of the gold coin and complete his revenge. After all, few people could refuse a gold coin that could split infinitely without incurring any cost.

But on the other hand, Sullivan's subconscious mind kept reminding him to reject the gold coin's request immediately. Its rules were clearly stated there, but what the gold coin said was completely contrary to its rules.

At this time, should he believe in the rules of death or believe the words spoken by the gold coins?

It is true that the gold coins come from the Lord of Trade, but Sullivan knows in his heart that the Lord of Trade is... not a true god at all.

"what should I do?"

Sullivan covered his head and fell into confusion. He had no choice at all. His only choice now was probably to pray for wealth from the gold coins regardless of the cost.

But no one knows what the so-called price is. It would be fine if the price was only directed at him, but what if the price involved his relatives and friends?
"Am I thinking too much? A lowly person like me has no right to negotiate any terms."

Sullivan knew that he was as insignificant as an ant. He stared at the gold coin and hesitated again and again. Just when he was about to speak, a hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder.

"Are you too anxious?"

"All things are equal in our eyes. You still don't understand His profound meaning. Of course, there is no need to belittle yourself."

The hand appeared silently. Sullivan didn't even hear the other party's footsteps or breathing, but it appeared out of thin air.

"who!?"

Sullivan was so frightened that he looked back quickly, and then he saw a young and handsome gentleman in black standing behind him.

This gentleman in a black suit was carrying a cane, wearing a top hat, had fair skin, and the golden pupil behind the monocle on his high nose was so eye-catching, even to the point of being eerie.

Because those are not the eyes that people should have.

The golden vertical pupils that seemed to be revealed by a dragon appeared on the man's face for no reason.

If someone is familiar with him, they will definitely call out Ria Kercha's name when looking at this face. However, the person who appeared in the form of Ria this time was not Ria himself.

"Good afternoon. I want you to call me Swar."

The gentleman's voice was pleasant: "Swar Kercha, this is the name He gave me, I like it very much."

At this moment, Sullivan did not focus on who "He" was. The person in front of him did not seem to want to communicate with others. Only when he mentioned the person, he became a little hopeful.

Otherwise, his gaze towards everyone would be empty, which is in line with the saying "everything is equal in our eyes".

Sullivan's eyes were still alert, but Shival shifted his gaze to the gold coin in his hand: "Do you know what this is?"

"A gold coin that can replicate infinitely?"

"Other than that?"

"It will come at a cost, but I have to use it now, and maybe that's what my revenge must cost."

Shival looked at Sullivan with a colder look. Although Leah hoped that it would transform into his own appearance and guide his lost believers, little Shival didn't seem to want to pay attention to them. But since this was Leah's wish -

"You are stupid, but He is too kind to give up on you."

Shival Kercha raised his head, not feeling that the word kindness did not fit Leah at all: "Indeed, the thing in your hand is indeed a gold coin that can split, and the price it incurs is also real."

Hearing this, Sullivan felt even more sad.

"But who says you have to bear the price yourself?"

Sullivan was stunned. Schwar tilted his head slightly, and his golden eyes swept over the rich people who wanted to tilt their heads back to their necks: "There are so many rich people here, there will always be people who are interested in a gold coin that keeps splitting."

This seemed to be his last hint. After saying this, Shiwaer blinked slowly and disappeared out of thin air.

Sullivan, holding the gold coins in his hand, seemed to have just woken up from a dream. A strange and absurd idea suddenly arose in his mind -

The person who had just appeared did not seem to intend to conceal his identity.

So, was it that the messenger of God couldn't stand his stupidity and came out to give him the reference answers?
Taking advantage of the rules, a normal person would want to break the gold coins into countless pieces to use, and would never think of using them to harm others.

Just at this moment, the gold coins in Sullivan's hand also made a sound in his mind.

Don't listen to him, he doesn't have much brains.

[If you hand me over, someone else will benefit. No one will spit out the meat in their mouth. If you lose me, you will never be able to complete your revenge in this life.]

"Yeah..." Sullivan rubbed the coin in his hand, "If I hand you over now, I might lose you forever."

[Yes! So you can’t do that! ]

"But think about it carefully. I have used you once before, so I should pay the price. I would rather lose you than pay anything else."

【What did you say? 】

"Even if I lose you, I will complete my revenge. This is a great deal. Should I praise the trade at this time? Praise the trade!"

[Wait, you can't do this! I can split infinitely. No one can refuse a gold coin that can split infinitely. And you are afraid of the price. I didn't even say what my price is! ]

While the gold coin was shouting, Sullivan had made up his mind. He went to the auction venue before the auction started. It seemed to be just a venue converted from a gymnasium, but it was large enough.

And sure enough, he found Fred there.

"Oh my young master, are you here too early?"

"I think it's not too early. I came here just to ask you a question. Can I auction the things I brought and get the money immediately?"

"Of course, the Count supports anyone to auction their belongings - if what you bring is indeed authentic."

"Then put my stuff first in the auction. I think it deserves this position. This is what father meant."

"What does Viscount Lestin mean?"

Fred stroked his stubble, then saw the child in front of him take out a glittering gold coin and told him seriously.

"This is a mysterious object."

(End of this chapter)