They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 304 They're really hard to raise.
"interesting."

Lia hadn't encountered anything she couldn't destroy in a long time, so she experimented for a while on the door, the surrounding walls, and even the windows, finally arriving at her conclusion—

These things are special barriers, perfectly suited for trapping a superhuman.

He is now locked up here, and it seems that he has no choice but to wait for the real owner of the house to open the door with a key.

"Even space jumps aren't allowed?"

Ria attempted to use his magician's abilities to perform a brief spatial teleportation. He slowly approached the shadows and slipped into them, emerging a moment later from another shadow.

Unfortunately, he did not manage to escape. Those walls had a unique isolation effect on the supernatural, and even without using supernatural abilities, Ria could not destroy them.

"It seems the only way out is to wait for the next person to come in."

The ingredients on the table were fresh enough and still steaming, indicating that someone had brought the food in not long ago.

Ria stared at the things for a moment, then walked to the table, sat down, picked up a napkin, and slowly tied it around his neck. After doing this, he picked up a knife and fork and began to eat the steak on the silver plate.

The steak looked incredibly tempting, with a rich, deep red sauce drizzled over it, emitting an irresistible aroma, but it didn't taste nearly as delicious as it appeared.

This tastes no different from eating foam cardboard soaked in gutter oil.

"..." Lia swallowed the food in her mouth without saying a word, then put down her knife and fork, took off her neat napkin, folded it, and put it back on the table, intending to use another method to attract the attention of the people outside the door.

He took a deep breath, and the next second, Ria kicked the corner of the table, sending the entire long table crashing into the wall. The food and tableware on it were smeared all over the wall, a truly horrific sight.

The originally sturdy long table developed huge cracks after being hit, and the cracks spread out in an exaggerated spider web pattern from the point of impact in all directions.

"Splash! Splash!!"

Everything was scattered all over the floor, plaster was falling off the walls as if it were free, and the whole house was shaking.

The young man who was the culprit didn't think he had done anything wrong at all, and even thought he hadn't done enough.

Numerous tentacles quickly emerged from the shadows, destroying everything and turning the entire building into a bizarre breeding ground.

The golden eyes above them twitched and spun, many golden pupils staring intently at the door—this was the view the "observer" saw from behind the door.

The doors here are made of a special material that allows you to see inside from the outside, but no one can see outside from the inside.

"Bang bang bang."

There was a knock on the door from the outside, seemingly a demand for Ria to behave.

"Experiment No. 015, is there anything you're unhappy about?"

Upon hearing such a sound, the eye on one of the tentacles snapped open and pressed itself against the door. To the person outside, it appeared as if a huge eye was staring intently at them.

Even though it knew that the experimental subjects behind the door could not possibly escape control, it couldn't help but take a few steps back upon seeing this scene, breaking out in a cold sweat. In fact, the creature's breathing became somewhat disordered.

It remembered that the experimental subject didn't look like this when it first arrived. What's going on now? Was Number 015 eaten?

Just as the observer was feeling lost, it saw all the tentacles slowly retreat. The young man in front of it was gentle and polite, much better than the group of monsters from before.

"I was just not very satisfied with the taste of the food, and I'm sorry you had to see such an embarrassing scene."

Lia said slowly, "Could we get something edible instead?"

"You're not satisfied with the food we provided?"

The observer immediately and alertly noted the abnormality of the test subject on a piece of paper: "Test subject 015, found around the Baslow Waterway, characterized as a young male human individual, health status unknown." "Very healthy," Ria added.

"Shut up, I'm organizing some data!"

A voice outside the door muttered, but was still led astray by Ria: "Health level: Very healthy, enjoys eating human flesh."

Containment recommendations: Provide the individual with the most comfortable space, do not provoke its anger, and strictly prohibit providing it with human flesh for consumption. If you see any twisted phenomena that should not be present in the room, these are normal occurrences.

This individual is adept at inducing people to degenerate; avoid excessive communication with him... especially do not accept anything from him. If you discover that he is engaging in this behavior, immediately distance yourself and report it to the main hospital.

Observers who had contact with individual 015 were required to go to the nearby white-floored building for a follow-up examination every evening to prevent irreversible damage.

"I have no objection to the other matters, but what about the preference for eating human flesh?"

Ria was a little annoyed. Did he look like some kind of man-eating creature?

With this question in mind, he truthfully asked the voice outside the door. After a moment of silence, the voice replied thoughtfully, "The food we provide is all tailored to human tastes."

"how are you feeling?"

"taste very bad."

"That proves you only like eating people."

"Why can't that prove your chefs' skills are terrible?"

Lia crossed her arms and smiled innocently: "Let me go out and give your chef some pointers. If that guy cooks all your meals, wouldn't you be in a terrible situation?"

They've never tasted anything decent in their lives, yet they treat gutter oil as a delicacy—poor children.

"Shut up, you're just a guinea pig, you have no right to bargain with us."

The sounds from outside the door continued.

He didn't know what methods he used, but Ria's vision blurred. When he came to his senses, everything in the room had been restored to its original state, and even the food that should have been destroyed was back on the plate.

The young man turned around and silently observed everything, then looked slightly dejected: "I'll starve to death if I eat such awful food."

"But we can't just give you human flesh."

"I don't eat human flesh. Tell the chef to get you a different meal."

Lia pointed and said, "Change everything on this table."

"They're so hard to raise!"

Ria heard a complaining voice coming from outside the door, followed by the observer's footsteps fading into the distance until they disappeared. It seemed that the observer had finally given up on his personality, or perhaps the creature had finally agreed with Ria's point of view and was going to have the chef prepare a new meal.

Taking advantage of the time, Ria's gaze returned to its indifferent state.

He returned to the living room and sat on the sofa, realizing that it would take him more time to get out of there.

Of course, from her conversation with the voice outside the door, Ria had already obtained some useful information.

"The sounds of the creature outside the door didn't sound like humans; they sounded more like some kind of machine trying to make human sounds."

(End of this chapter)