They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 200 The Liar
“You’re overreacting. The White Masks can’t amount to anything now. The church no longer exists, so stop thinking about the White Masks. Let bygones be bygones. People can’t always worry about this and that, can they?”

"No, are you sure?"

"Of course, according to our investigation, all their members have been wiped out, and the real leader has also been sentenced to death."

“That’s impossible.” Ria still couldn’t believe that Garn could die so easily. He hadn’t seen the man’s body yet, nor did he know his specific meme code, but James insisted that he wasn’t lying.

"You have to believe me, doctors won't lie to their patients, nor will they harm you."

Favorine is one of us. With the Keeper of the Secret Service as a connection, you can do whatever you want without worry. There's no need to push yourself so hard… Look at you, you've gone blind.”

"She's a member of the Guardians of the Secrets, so what about her plague healer?"

"The doctor who treated the epidemic didn't survive her; he died long ago."

"You will die too?"

"Look at what you're saying. Death isn't your privilege. We all die. Hehehe, when I die, I hope to have a funeral that's bigger than any other funeral."

As James was speaking, he tapped the brim of Ria's hat with his baton, causing the hat to fall down and cover the upper half of his face. By the time Ria pulled his hat back up, James had vanished.

"I still can't understand it; I just feel like something's not quite right."

Ria's gaze was unfocused, empty. If the plague doctor was right, and Garn was really dead, then what was the purpose of everything he did before his death?

"No, no, I can't let narrow-minded ideas limit my mind. For example, I can be bolder and imagine... there is more than one Garn in the world, and other individuals don't have to have this name."

"Or perhaps, he has other means of resurrection."

That's right! That's exactly it.

It's always better to believe half of what someone says and doubt the other half. You can't absolutely trust anything in this world, not even yourself.

Ria blinked to keep her eyes from drying out, then leaned on her cane and left the spot.

He already knew that Favrelin was a member of the Disorder, and it was truly admirable that such a person would persist to this extent in order to seek revenge. However, Ria had not forgotten that Ivand had also said that he had once proposed to that person.

According to Lia's understanding, this person is only in his thirties. Favreaulin got married more than thirty years ago and was already twenty before the marriage. No matter how you look at it, this age doesn't match up, unless someone is lying about their age.

"Ivan was lying too?"

Lia was somewhat reluctant to believe this, mainly because it made no sense for him to lie, and his motives were unclear.

Then, he took out the Battantusa coin and used an eyeball as a price to verify whether Ivand's words were true or false, but the result surprised Ria.

With a "thud," the coin fell to the ground upright instead of being caught by Lia, and he did not accept any payment from the young man.

"failed?"

Unconvinced, Ria tried again and found that the coin reacted the same way as before, making it impossible for anyone to catch it in mid-air.

Seeing this, the young man asked a different question: "Was the pigeon blood ruby ​​I saw before real or fake?"

After the coin trembled for a moment, the answer was revealed: it fell onto the back of Ria's hand, indicating the answer was "true".

Upon receiving this answer, Ria also felt his vision darken. This time, the coin had taken away the golden eye he was looking at. Enraged, Ria cut another gash in a more concealed spot on his face, letting the new eye peek out. "If that thing is real, either Ivand lied about the price, or the price was from many years ago."

As for which one is the truth, we'll have to flip a coin again to find out.

Ria pinched the coin between his index finger and thumb and tossed it upwards again, but this time he failed to catch it.

With a "thud," the Batantusa coin slipped from his fingertips and fell to the ground again, rolling to one side until it hit something and came to a stop upright.

What it hit was the edge of a huge wheel. Ria's gaze moved upwards and saw that Ivand had somehow turned his wheelchair and was now there.

He glanced at the coin on the ground with a pipe in his mouth, took the pipe off with his right hand, exhaled a puff of smoke, then bent down and touched the reverse side of the coin with his index finger, causing it to fall to the ground with its tails up.

Then, Ivand picked it up and tossed it to Ria.

Why are you throwing money around like that?

Ria caught the coin, unsure of how to react, and could only remain silent.

He felt no pain, which meant he hadn't paid any price, but the coin had just tipped over again—although that was a deliberate act.

Seeing that Ria did not answer, Ivand spoke first: "Have you begun to doubt me?"

It seems you're already proactively seeking out clues and even questioning the detective; as a detective's assistant, this is truly an excellent quality.

"So those flawed statements you made before were intentional?" Ria looked at Ivand, who then tapped on the rusty metal wheel, his fingernails making a clear sound on it.

"Actually, I've been waiting for you to doubt me so I could strike first and then find a charge against you. But now I think doubting you isn't a good approach, because you haven't trusted anyone from the beginning."

Did you know from the beginning that the wealthy woman was a man?

"Ahem, you shouldn't take what I said before seriously. I was just joking."

Next, I hope you can believe me. I can't stand seeing you constantly exposed to a chaotic mess of things, trapping your mind in a tangled web from which you can't escape.

So who exactly are you?

"Some things shouldn't be exposed too early; it's not good for anyone."

Ivand knew that Ria was increasingly suspicious of him. This person was always insecure and secretly wished to kill everyone. Even though he had been corrupted by the supernatural to this extent, he was able to suppress these dangerous thoughts.

"I hope you believe me. I have no ill intentions towards you. On the contrary, do you think I would let people realize they've been deceived if I genuinely wanted to lie to them?"

"If you hadn't explained, I might have believed you."

"These are all true."

Ivan said in a deep voice, "To make you believe me, I have to tell you some news—the Extraordinary has acknowledged your meme, but you still haven't advanced. Do you know why?"

"You haven't reached the point where you're distorted by some kind of being..."

(End of this chapter)