They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 12 The Truth
Obviously, he failed.

Even if he succeeds, it doesn't prove anything. This little thing is just a clone; the real one is still inside his body.

Lia must be extremely vigilant in paying attention to its movements, otherwise she won't even know how she died.

A few minutes later, the feather ball disappeared without a trace.

The young man touched his flat upper abdomen, his feelings unusually complicated.

He thought about it for a long time and finally decided to give it a name. After all, he should make the most of the opportunity while the other party was not hostile to him.

"Just call me Schwarz, it sounds nice."

Mainly, it's just for good luck.

"Swarth, why not just call it gold coins?" the shopkeeper asked curiously.

"Because I've never seen a gold coin."

Ria's reasoning was quite straightforward. Then, as if he had thought of something, he turned to look at the overweight bookstore owner.

"I still don't know your name."

"Actually, I don't know your name either. Hey... The mission only mentioned that there is a person named you. As for your personal information, I know very little. The organization always refers to you as the Disorderly Ones or the Polluters."

The boss reached out and took off the leather mask, revealing the face of a fat man with a small mustache. The accumulation of fat made his eyes always look squinty, but in fact, the man was always trying to open his eyes wide.

“My name is James, and my last name is Johnson. You can just call me James. After all, our relationship will be closer in the future, and we don’t need to beat around the bush like strangers do.”

“Ria Kercha, it’s a pity to meet you.” Ria smiled and shook hands with the other person.

Their hands were clasped so tightly they almost crushed each other's knuckles, but on the surface, they remained amicable.

"As expected of someone with severe disorder, you have incredible strength. Your condition has deteriorated to this point, with inhuman characteristics appearing on your body. I'd conservatively estimate that you won't live past this year."

"Don't scare me, I'm easily frightened." Ria withdrew her hand and wiped it on her clothes.

It wasn't that he was particularly clean, but rather that the other person's gloves had sharp barbs, and his hand had been cut by the barbs when they shook hands, leaving it covered in tiny eyes.

Ria tried to close those eyes, which in some ways were more terrifying than hands covered in blood.

He knew that the other party was not lying when he said those words, and that he might really not live much longer, but judging from James's attitude, he probably wouldn't let him die easily.

"Do you have any way to prolong my life?"

How did you know I would help you?

"Based on my 'status'."

Ria immediately saw through the other party: "Judging from the fact that you went to great lengths to wait for me to come here and invited me to join the Guardians of Secrets, you need me. You can't have gone to such great lengths for a dead person."

Moreover, those who obtain identity tokens from the Keepers of Secrets are all...disorderly individuals. If left unchecked, wouldn't your members have to be replaced every few days? Furthermore, I speculate that those without identity tokens have a lower status than those with them. Am I right?

Judging from your masks, your identities aren't hard to guess.

"Wow."

James couldn't help but applaud Ria's logical thinking. He put the mask back on, and the lens flashed, reflecting Ria's entire body.

At that moment, Ria also reached out a finger and touched the bridge of her nose.

"You, no, your identities are [doctors], [doctors] who specialize in treating those who have lost their way."

Bird-beaked doctor.

Now everything became clear.

At this point, James could no longer contain his laughter and burst into loud laughter, his voice coming from behind the mask, hoarse and hollow. "I'm so surprised."

You are true to your identity; a "black marketeer" is a "black marketeer"—the most difficult and intelligent person to deal with in the entire Guardian Organization, yet also a group of madmen who will do anything for profit.

"You demand more lives, but what do you have to offer in exchange?"

Lia pouted: "Give you another new feather? No more."

"make a deal."

Unexpectedly, James readily agreed, and Lia immediately felt that he had lost out. Even if he didn't give the other party anything, the other party wouldn't let him die easily.

But once a promise has been made, it cannot be easily broken.

Ria called out Little Swarth's name in his heart, asking it to appear immediately, and in a very short moment, Little Swarth had already torn open the flesh on his shoulder, revealing a head that looked at him in confusion.

"Don't move, let me pluck a hair."

Ria's shoulder was a little sore from being stretched, but he had a high pain tolerance. After bending over and gritting his teeth for a moment, he reached out and plucked a hair from the little guy's head.

As luck would have it, those were little Swarth's ear feathers.

"Ow!"

After its ear feathers were plucked, the bird looked like a cat missing an ear, and immediately became much more listless.

Those golden eyes gazed longingly at the departing Er Yu, seemingly wanting to blame Lia but not daring to, and could only turn its head in impotent rage to bite through the host's carotid artery.

But not a single drop of blood flows out; instead, several eyeballs stare blankly at it.

James burst into laughter: "Give up, your master doesn't seem to bleed at all, but if you want to play the 'bubble wrap' game, I think he'd be perfect for you."

“No one will think you’re mute if you don’t speak.” Ria grabbed the little Swarth’s neck on his shoulder and tried to pull it off, but after failing, he forced it back down.

This time it was successful.

Next, Ria gave the feather to James, who took the black feather and chuckled.

"The feathers of mythical creatures are valuable; in a sense, you're missing out."

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me how to survive."

"Of course, and I can also tell you an extra piece of information."

James beckoned to Ria to come closer.

Then, in a voice only the two of them could hear, he said mysteriously, "There aren't many ways to survive. You can devour other disordered beings to increase your lifespan, but they're not easy to find, and our organization doesn't allow open hostility..."

"Then let's talk about the second one."

"Of course, of course, my dear patient, as your attending physician, your second way of survival is with the help of mysterious items."

I happen to know of a church nearby that has these kinds of things. To ensure you won't be buried alive again, I can go with you and provide you with safety.

"I have a question."

"please say."

"I had been staying indoors the whole time, so who found me and instructed someone to bury me?"

This question has troubled Ria for a long time, and he urgently needs to find out the truth, otherwise his growing thirst for knowledge will overwhelm his brain.

(End of this chapter)