They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 95 Little Swale’s Happy Day

"That is not something that you and I can know now."

"I think so too."

Ria changed the subject and focused on the moth: "So do the numbers on this moth grow naturally?"

"Of course not, dear black merchant."

Bruna put down the moth and put his fingers next to the candle. The firelight illuminated the reflective scales, giving them a faint blue color.

"Obviously it's an artificial artifact, we've captured them outside before and they died very quickly after leaving the mother."

"A moth goes through four stages in its life: egg, larvae, pupa and adult. The characters on its wings obviously do not grow naturally, but they are not artificially written either.

It has been affected by something since its larval stage, and numerical symbols appear on its body, and the symbols will become patterns on its wings as it emerges from the pupa. "

Riya's eyes became more and more cautious: "Is this bug an experimental animal?"

"Yes." The doctor gave the accurate answer.

But then, he was puzzled: "We couldn't find a living moth at all. How did you catch it?"

"I met it on the road."

"Oh..." The doctor changed his sitting posture, and everyone could see that his attitude became serious, "That is really an incredible discovery."

"Perhaps you could try watching it, or doing business with it the way a black merchant would."

"I tried it, but it didn't work. Apart from the patterns on its wings, it behaves the same as an ordinary moth."

"Then there's nothing I can do. If you want to know more, maybe you can try going to Zoramu Block to investigate. Once some extraordinary things leave their native place, they will become extremely weak or even lose their extraordinary abilities directly. What's more, Otherwise, they will simply disappear."

Riya thought of the otherworldly creatures clinging to the roof of the Sydney.

He had finished asking what he wanted to ask and no longer communicated with the doctor. After a brief farewell, he put down five Shivalls: "Your reward."

"Don't scare me, I don't dare accept your bribe."

Bruna quickly sent the money back as if to avoid disaster and continued to read his book, while Riya stopped wasting time on this matter and returned to her room with the moth.

He turned on the light and stared at the moth for a long time. The moth remained half-dead.

"Perhaps, as the doctor said, you need to arrive at the place of birth to manifest extraordinary characteristics?"

Ria brought it to the back of her neck, preparing to use the eye at the back to contaminate it before it was completely dead.

The golden eye stared at the moth quietly, exuding an indescribable golden color, and tiny golden eyeballs slowly grew on the surface of the moth.

Everything went smoothly.

When Riya put the moth in her hand again, it had become motionless like a specimen, except that the "15" on the wings was completely dyed gold, which seemed like nothing at first glance.

But if you look closely, all the golden eyeballs on its wings are concentrated on the number "15", where they are all ant-sized eyeballs.

"It's so weird."

Riya put the moth specimen on the table, and little Swale got out from his neck and looked at the moth for a while, then swallowed it in one gulp.

"Goo."

Not tasty, tastes like bugs.

It licked the corner of its mouth with its long and thin translucent throat and watched Riya take off her hat to give it a new magic trick she learned from the book. "Look carefully and don't blink."

Riya asked little Shival to sit down, and then dug into the black top hat. Suddenly, little Shival's vision turned dark, and then restored his vision. It had already seen the place where he had been before.

Ria grabbed it out of the hat -

"Ouch!" Little Shival thought this was so amazing, and quickly patted his short paws hard.

Then, Riya stuffed it back into the hat, and little Shival returned to its original place. It watched the host take out another fat rabbit from the hat.

The rabbit jumped out of the hat and jumped to the side of the mythical creature, sniffing around little Sval curiously.

Little Shival opened his mouth very friendly and swallowed the rabbit completely into his throat.

When Riya reacted, there were only a few rabbit hairs that the mythical creature had hiccupped.

Ria: "...You ate our only rabbit."

"Gu!?" Little Swale tilted his head, as if he was pretending not to understand what his host was saying.

"never mind."

Riya sighed: "I'll buy one next time."

"Goo!"

After hearing this, little Swale happily rolled on the bed, ran to the pillow and stepped on it, and the blood of the rabbit just now slowly oozed from his mouth.

It uses the blood to wash its face like a feline, and Riya turns her attention aside to continue the interpretation of the new meme. Anyway, little Sval will eventually clean the bed by himself, as long as he doesn't poke himself in the eye with his tentacles. all good.

"Nowadays, simple interpretation cannot obtain extraordinary recognition. The more difficult the interpretation is, the higher the probability of being recognized... Do I have to take the risk to perform magic?"

Ria began to think about matters related to the performance. Suddenly she felt a fishy taste on her lips, and her body felt nauseated for the first time in a long time. She quickly walked into the mirror in the bathroom, opened her mouth and pulled away the corners of her mouth.

He found that the inside of his mouth had been covered with wriggling black tentacles at some point.

Those tentacles extended from his stomach to his mouth, with scarlet blood stains on them, and the fishy smell directly entered Riya's nasal cavity.

These appear to be the work of mythical creatures trying to get their parents to taste rabbit blood.

Riya felt quite helpless, so he walked outside and put the mythical creature on the ground and crushed its back and spine, so that it would have no energy to bother him.

The mythical creature repaired its spine and internal organs long enough for Ria to read for a while.

"Goo-goo-goo-"

Little Shival felt that Riya was playing with him, and he laughed happily, which sounded absolutely unpleasant to outsiders.

The corners of its mouth extend to the back of its head, and it crawls around on the ground like a mollusk on its extended tentacles, making a harsh sound of bubbles.

It entertained itself for a long time, then calmed down and got into the hat that the host placed on the table and slept in a puddle.

Sometimes, the pollution of the soul does not necessarily come from extraordinary initiative. Just the daily interaction between mythical creatures and him is enough to make Riya feel uneasy for a long time.

But these mythical creatures didn't know about it. It only played with people according to its own thoughts. Every time it emerged from the host's flesh and blood, Ria could definitely feel the pain of the flesh and blood being torn and pulled.

But the funny thing is, he's used to it now.

He actually got used to it.

(End of this chapter)