They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 208 How did you get beaten up like this?

What he considered somewhat foolish or even harmless creatures were the most terrifying natural disasters in the eyes of other extraordinary beings.

Twisted golden specks appeared in various parts of the darkness, their full appearance obscured by any visible form. No one would know that these were parasitic tentacles used to lure prey and observe their movements.

Black tentacles, like climbing vines, swiftly attach themselves to their prey, burrowing in and out of their flesh, leaving their bodies riddled with holes.

One of Little Swarth's clones flew to the top of the tallest building and landed, stretching its neck and making a "cooing" sound.

The hooting of owls was already considered an ominous sign by the locals, but now it signifies absolute death.

It didn't come here because it smelled death.

It was only after it arrived here that death began to permeate this place.

The mythical creatures were now quite excited, while the extraordinary beings were terrified. In this deserted neighborhood where few people were around, the only one who felt relaxed was probably Ria, who had fallen asleep leaning back in her chair.

To avoid disturbing Ria's sleep, Little Swarth's hunting style was "fast, accurate, and ruthless." Before long, the once lively monsters had been corroded by strong acid, with white smoke occasionally rising from their corpses.

……

Ria's consciousness sank heavily into darkness.

He hadn't had such a peaceful sleep in a long time. Perhaps the promotion of the meme had relieved a lot of his pressure. That night, Ria dreamed that his family went camping on the mountaintop. The weather in the dream was great. It was cloudy during the day with no sun, and the night sky was clear with no moon.

Moreover, the passersby all had faces, which perfectly avoided any situations that might arouse Liya's suspicion.

His parents spread out a tablecloth and placed all the food on it. Next to the tablecloth was a grill, and the meat on it was sizzling and emitting an enticing aroma.

"Let me tell you, the essence of barbecue is marinating it in advance. Look how fragrant the marinated meat is when it's grilled. The skin is also very crispy. When you bite into it, the juices burst out with a 'crunch'."

Ria's father was busy grilling meat, while her mother helped turn the skewers. The two elders were burning up and could barely keep their eyes open.

"Let me do it."

Ria stepped forward and told her parents to go rest somewhere else, while she took charge of grilling the meat.

"This dream seems much more normal now."

Ria stared at the fire, then turned her gaze to the iron skewers beside her.

With his back to his parents, he picked up an iron skewer and stabbed it into the joint between his index finger and thumb. With a soft pop, his flesh was pierced.

Blood flowed down the metal into the flames, splashing up sparks.

Lia silently pulled out the iron skewer. He felt no pain; this was probably the difference between the dream here and the previous ones.

“I saw a wall made of fog in my previous dream, does that mean that what I saw before wasn’t a dream… How could there be edges in a dream?”

Dreams are things automatically generated by a person's subconscious, somewhat similar to modern artificial intelligence programs, which automatically edit new scenes from memory.

But then he saw the edge; the dark thing was like a cage, as if something had specially woven that thing to trap him inside.

"I hope I'm just overthinking it." Ria threw away the blood-stained iron skewer and looked at the distant view—the view from the mountaintop stretched endlessly, and the view below didn't seem to have any boundaries at all.

In other words, this might be a real dream, and the previous one was reality. "No, if the previous one was reality, how do you explain the other side where there are supernatural beings, those 'dreams' that are completely connected to James's world?"

Now, Ria was completely baffled. His headache flared up again, and his dream was showing signs of collapsing.

Suddenly, his pupils dilated, he froze, and his mind went blank.

Soon, as if he had lost his memory, all those chaotic thoughts vanished in an instant, while the young man continued to turn over the grilled meat.

When she saw the wound on her hand and the blood-stained metal skewer next to her, Ria was puzzled for a moment: "When did I get a hole in my hand?"

"What's wrong? What were you saying just now?"

"It's nothing, Mom, I just got bitten by a mosquito." Faced with his mother's worry, he hid his pierced and bleeding hand. It took a long time for the bleeding to stop.

The next day, when Ria opened her eyes, she found Little Swarth sleeping with his arm wrapped around his arm. To maintain a comfortable position, his tentacles had pierced Ria's hand several times, just like the position of his wound in his sleep.

“Swal, take your tentacles away.”

Ria saw Little Swarth open his eyes and greeted him, while the mythical creature stretched out its claws and wings to embrace him, then reluctantly pulled away its tentacles.

"Aaaaaah!"

Little Swarth wanted to tell Ria that he had eaten all the supernatural beings last night and hadn't let any of them bother Ria.

But Ria couldn't understand what it was saying at all. He looked at Little Swarth for a moment and found that it seemed to have grown a bit more. Its feathers were much stiffer and no longer felt as soft and smooth as before.

“I knew you couldn’t possibly be a bird; these feather-like things are all your scales.”

Ria recalled the moment she handed over ownership of her body to the golden pupil at the back of her neck; at that time, Swarth's pupil alone was as tall as a person.

Its roar could shatter rocks and cause eardrums to rupture and bleed instantly, making it a truly "mythical creature".

The essence of mythical creatures is the same as that of those "gods".

With that in mind, Ria stood up from her seat, stretched her body, and began to think about the meme she was going to perform next.

"It would be better to discuss this with James. He probably doesn't even know that I've been promoted to Meme Seven."

"So, where's James?"

Ria tried to call James, but there was no response. She also had no idea what had happened after the plague doctors and Evans ran to another space yesterday, and who would win or lose was also a question.

Ria didn't think Evand could defeat a few Plague Doctors. The Plague Doctors' strength was obvious to all. Although Ria had never seen their true strength, he believed that dealing with Evand would not be a problem.

Ivand's current state is not right. He wants Ria to save him, which means that he is not the original Ivand. He might be some kind of clone, incarnation, or consciousness.

The young man was unaware that he had guessed correctly by accident. Just as he was thinking about how to contact James, a black mist appeared in the distance, and a raven fell to the ground from the mist, motionless.

Ria stared at the raven, then suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "James!?"

"How did you get beaten up like this?"

(End of this chapter)