They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 283 I Belong to the Radiant Rising Sun
"Isn't this common sense?"

"What common sense is that?"

"Okay, I guess I still can't talk to people with low IQs like you—just kidding."

"Kids these days are not cute at all. At your age, you should be like other kids and enroll in tutoring classes, like dancing, drawing, or playing the piano."

"But I know them all, and I taught myself. By the way, I created more than a thousand symbols for keeping the ingredients of magic potions secret and I'm trying to apply for a patent. Maybe some of the symbols you see are written by me."

"..."

At that moment, Melfas realized that the gap between people is sometimes impossible to bridge. In a fit of anger, he finished the tea in his cup and then had another one.

At this moment, Safiel leaned on the table again, looking at him with her eyes wide open: "Are you jealous?"

"I'm not jealous at all!"

"Stop lying. Some people's psychological reactions are directly reflected on their faces."

Shafi's eyes crinkled into a smile: "I'm very capable, everyone praises me for being very capable, but you don't need to feel inferior, because I won't live to be ten years old."

She uttered those words so casually, and with just one sentence, she made all of Melfas's anger vanish, replaced by sorrow.

"Children shouldn't talk nonsense."

Melfas muttered something, then drank several more cups of tea. After a while, as he watched more and more people gather in the courtyard and the courtyard become increasingly lively, he couldn't help but start thinking about a question.

"I remember Kelcha was supposed to come here, but I haven't seen him."

He might be stuck in traffic.

"Do you think this is some city where steam cars run everywhere? Wait, did he get killed by some underground church halfway through his journey?!"

"Are you going to play the role of a curse caster, friend?"

The two began to speculate about Ria's whereabouts, but their speculations ultimately yielded no answer.

All the witches who received invitations have arrived, while the special guests are already seated in the corners, waiting.

Their identities were diverse, including members of underground churches, ordinary people, patients with contamination, and mental patients, making it impossible to guess Leilana's intention in inviting them.

These people were isolated behind barriers, both to prevent them from causing trouble at the tea party and to prevent any short-tempered witch from killing them if she took a dislike to them. Of course, the barriers also served to prevent these people from killing each other.

The specially invited guests sat in their seats looking very reserved. There was beautifully prepared food in front of them, but they made no attempt to use their knives and forks.

God knows how they got here. A group of burly men suddenly broke into their residence, forcibly took them away, and even knocked them unconscious.

When that enormous hand came crashing down on them, these people felt it was a miracle they were still alive.

So why were they brought here?

What is this place?
With these questions in mind, the "innocent" people waited for time to tick by. After about an hour, the pure white witch reappeared in everyone's sight. She stood on high, looking down at everyone: "Free time is over, everyone. Now let's get to the real theme of this tea party—natural disasters."

After the White Rose Witch uttered that word, the entire room fell silent, awaiting her next move.

Leilana: "We shouldn't be holding this tea party now. It's more like a meeting for specific patients."

While various groups are ostracizing us, they are also constantly putting pressure on us. They are hostile towards us, yet they need our support.

"To be honest, this makes me a little unhappy. There are many kinds of natural disasters, and who knows which one they're talking about..."

It wasn't until after discussions that I learned those people had been haunted by the prophecy of the great flood. They feared the Sea of ​​Göttingen would engulf the land and destroy everything. This was one of the reasons why people now firmly believed in the power of the rising sun, because in their view, the sun was the nemesis of the tides.

One of the witches couldn't help but ask, "So they think we can decipher the prophecy?"

"Of course, it's most convenient for you to push the trouble onto us, isn't it?"

Leilana gave a somewhat helpless smile: "Based on various documents, we can infer that the day when sea levels rise is not far off, so I have specially invited many people who know about this to give lectures so that we can think together about how to best prepare for the disaster."

"In some ways, if the original text of Revelation existed, everything would be much easier, but the whereabouts of Revelation has always been a mystery. It appears randomly in various places, making it very difficult to find..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head, the shadows of her hair obscuring her eyes.

"For this reason, I specially invited a scholar who seemed to have read the original work to help us, but now it seems that he is not very willing to come here, nor is he very willing to see us."

The witches stared at the guide above, all wondering who could have found and read the original Book of Revelation. The top of the original text contained a detailed list of the disasters and pointed directly to their source. If that person were here now, their discussion would be much less stressful.

The heavy responsibilities of disaster warning, evacuation and resettlement, construction of new shelters, prevention and treatment of post-disaster diseases and recovery all fell on their shoulders, yet no one could offer advice on how to prevent natural disasters from happening in the first place.

"Who is that person? Do you know where he is now?"

Someone continued to question Leilana, but Leilana shook her head: "If I knew, I wouldn't be standing here. When some people really want to hide, no one can find them."

"So what do we need to do now? Go and bring that person over?"

"No, it's too early now. Let's hear what the other invited guests have to say first."

The White Rose Witch smiled slightly: "The other gentlemen's explanations will also be very interesting, friends. I don't want the tea party I'm involved in to become a boring place. A lively atmosphere is still quite important."

There's no need to be too nervous. The most important thing is to live each day to the fullest. After all, everyone will be worried eventually, and everyone can enjoy true equality on that day!

She sat back down and casually removed the barrier from one of the people in the special guest seats.

That person was mentally ill. The first thing he wanted to do after the barrier disappeared was to escape. Everyone seemed like a monster to him. The witches, despite their beautiful appearances, were as fierce as jackals and tigers.

"Let me leave this place, I don't belong here, I want to return to the embrace of the sun, I belong to the radiant sunrise!"

(End of this chapter)