They all call me an Outer God.

They claimed that they had learned a new word from Shab-Niggurath, called "peripheral", and that the statue could be considered as the peripheral of God, so it was reasonable to ask for an autograph.

"Teacher Sodiris, please give me a to sign! Just sign it at the bottom of the statue, and note cn White Rose."

"It's the first time I see the teacher face to face. The teacher himself is more handsome than the statue! So handsome!"

"Teacher, can I collect stamps?"

Sodiris simply couldn't understand what these young people were saying. Perhaps he was out of touch with the times and couldn't keep up with the trend. But surrounded by this group of children, he still had a good temper and signed autographs for each of them and took photos with them.

There were crowds of people outside the palace, all of whom seemed to be believers who were worried about his injuries.

At this point, Sodiris still has some feelings: "It would be better if I were hung back in the sky. How can I handle so many people? It's really painful."

"You, a middle-aged or elderly person, also know about social phobia."

Hearing such a sound, Sodiris was stunned, then turned his head, and then saw Natius chewing kelp in his mouth, walking lazily from the other side of the corridor, and the metal ornaments of the navigator on his body kept ringing.

The man walked directly to within one meter of Sodilis, turned around and looked at the huge crowd on the ground through the floor-to-ceiling window, continuing to chew kelp in his mouth.

"Your followers are really crazy. Although I don't want to discourage you, I still want to remind you of the fact that many people have stolen your girlfriends over the years."

"Can you go brush your teeth and talk to me later?"

"I'm talking to you about something serious."

"Well, what did you mean?"

"Here, see for yourself."

Natius pointed to the nine o'clock direction, and Sodiris noticed that a man in black was standing there giving a speech. When he finally saw the man's face, his eyes widened: "Golden Angel Lia Kelcha!?"

"What is He doing there?"

"Like I said, I'm trying to steal your girl, haha. But I see you don't seem that surprised. How about going to see what that guy is talking about?"

"I still don't..."

Sodiris didn't want to go at first, as he hadn't figured out how to face Leah, but the next moment he was forcibly pulled over by Natius. Natius seemed to have bought the tickets in advance and even took Sodiris to a front row seat.

Sodiris turned his head and looked around, and immediately found that the faces of the people around him were quite familiar -

The Plague Doctor, the Mentor, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the Three Pillars, the Red Moon and the Spider, Dagon, the Glaaki, the Yis, the World Serpent...

Looking back, there are even foreigners.

“Yuanchu’s network of contacts is really extensive.”

There are so many people who can be "resurrected".

Sodiris couldn't help but sigh, and then he heard the person on the stage knocking on the microphone.

The microphone buzzed.

Everyone in the audience fell silent immediately.

“Ladies and gentlemen, today we are able to gather here and speak here in peace. This rare peace is inseparable from the efforts of each of us.

I know you may have many questions about me, but I want to ask you, in your eyes, what kind of person am I? Or rather, what is my identity in your eyes? "

The people in the audience had different expressions and gave all kinds of answers. Some disagreed with Riya's ideas and looked at him with hatred, while others called him the true savior and the true God.

They called Him the Black Trader, the Capitalist, the Evil One, and also called Him the Original, the Golden Angel, the Lord of Trade.

Hearing all this, Riya's expression remained unchanged.

"Before you judge me, I want to tell you a story. It's about the origin of everything."

In front of the crowd, under the clear sky, He looked at the birds flying in the sky, and then slowly spoke: "Disorder syndrome, commonly known as contamination syndrome, is a difficult and incurable disease that all doctors in the entire era, including extraordinary people, find extremely difficult to treat.

Those who fall ill will only have one year to live. Under the red moon's strange fog, they will all transform into twisted monsters, become accomplices of evil, followers of natural disasters, and the source of faith for the evil gods entrenched outside this world to exploit at will.

Cause of disease - unknown.

Time of onset—Unknown.

Infectivity - Unknown.

Treatment - Unknown.

Patient risk level – SSS.

As natural disasters approach, the indescribable eyes open slightly, about to revive.

My origin comes from such a background. This is the crisis I faced from the moment I dug my own grave and broke free from death.

I believe that I am not the only one who has suffered the same hardships and persecution, but we hope to change the status quo, and we will slowly be able to change it.”

"In the face of such a crisis, how did you solve it, Mr. Riya?"

"How did you solve it?"

The young man who was giving the speech thought for a moment and said: "First, we need to put street lamps on all the capitalists who have made fortunes by taking advantage of the chaos. But I respect human rights, so I will let them choose the street lamp model they like."

"Uh……"

The reporter who asked Riya was speechless for a moment: "But aren't you the biggest capitalist in this dark age?"

"No, that's called an entrepreneur." Lia corrected, "As a businessman in charge of trade, I have to kill all the people in the same industry, so that I can be the only one."

The young man stood on the high platform with his arms slightly spread out, and the people below the stage were instantly excited: "Only dictatorship can bring true peace! Everyone should understand that this is the glory of trade authority!"

“Praise for trade!!!”

“Whatever my Lord says is right!”

"Ah, He looked at me, and I died."

The people below were in an uproar again. Although there were still people who held opposing opinions, judging from the outcome of the matter, if Riya was the one in power, perhaps the effect would be unexpectedly good.

"Look at this sword."

Leah showed everyone her Sword of Damocles, and someone immediately recognized the blade: "It is said that whoever pulls this sword out of the stone will become the king of Endres!"

The voice was not small, and soon, the crowd became more and more excited. The people of Enders were relatively traditional. They believed that since Riya had drawn the sword, then His identity was well deserved.

"Our Lord of Trade, we will follow you forever!"

"King! We will follow you forever!"

They were shouting and excited, and more and more people gathered at the podium. Reporters from several major newspapers took great pains to take photos of Riya's speech, and had already thought about how to edit the press release when they returned.

But Riya did not smile because of this, instead she asked everyone to be quiet.

"Everyone, do you remember the prophecy of Revelation?"

"At the end of the world, everything will be destroyed. Today is the day of the end of the world, but we can still stand here and see the rare sunny day in Endles. The sun is shining and there are no clouds in the sky..." (End of this chapter)