They all call me an Outer God.

"Of course, we will only be your lifeline if you are already on the verge of death."

The large crow mocked the people below, emitting a noisy, hoarse cawing. The drunkard was so frightened that he turned and ran away without even noticing that the crow's shape had changed.

James sat on the roof, looking towards the distant palace, which was also brightly lit, decorated with colorful lights and balloons, and adorned with fresh flowers in every window.

According to James's aesthetic sense, he doesn't like anything flashy or gaudy; he prefers a vibrant, multicolored black.

Like a crow, a crow's feathers are not pure black; they contain all the colors in the world.

In other words, he only likes himself.

"cheers!"

The obese plague doctor conjured a bottle of wine, made a toasting gesture towards the bright moon, and then poured it into his own glasses without hesitation. Soon, the sound of swallowing could be heard from behind the mask.

He drank more than half a bottle before stopping: "Damn it, why did I have to think of Kelcha cursing at me at this time?"

He hallucinated that Ria was accusing him: "You could try to be more hygienic, at least remember to wash your mask."

"Isn't this what I'm doing—washing?"

Using alcohol is very clean and can disinfect, and it is also very environmentally friendly, with no waste of a single drop of alcohol.

So his last trace of guilt vanished.

As the last drop of liquor disappeared, he lowered his head, and the view below was reflected in his glasses.

A car bearing the association's logo drove up from a distance, its destination seemingly the Clembea Palace.

The car's trunk is quite large, making it ideal for temporarily housing small to medium-sized creatures, and people are included in it as well.

"You really know how to stir up trouble at a time like this. It's time for this corrupt country to be thoroughly cleaned up."

After saying that, James disappeared from sight. A black crow followed the vehicle closely under the cover of night, its crimson eyes growing increasingly intense.

ten minutes later.

The palace gates were open, and a brand-new red carpet stretched for hundreds of meters, covered with precious flowers.

As you walk along the red carpet, you can see many important figures who are rarely seen in normal times. They are dressed in noble clothes and have radiant faces. Even a small piece of cloth in their breast pocket is worth a fortune.

The gentlemen's clothes were all tailor-made, making them appear broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, exuding an air of unparalleled elegance, while the ladies' skirts were adorned with magnificent jewels. With just a slight smile, they resembled legendary elves.

On both sides of the red carpet are soldiers with serious expressions and carrying guns. There are huge and symmetrical fountains. Walking along the red carpet, you can enter the palace.

Its top is made entirely of gold, and crystal chandeliers illuminate it brightly.

Too many people rack their brains but can't even squeeze into the upper echelons of society, and this place is undoubtedly the top of the upper class.

Men and women entered the venue with their partners, and even the children were dressed up like dolls.

People without partners, especially good-looking young people, tend to attract more attention.

Having just finished playing with the mythical creature and placed it in his hat, Ria Kelcha, leaning on his cane, had lost count of how many invitations he had received.

Among these people were men, women, young and old, which made Liya realize once again just how lethal that face was.

In terms of appearance, almost no one is more handsome or pleasing to the eye than him; in terms of temperament, no one is more outstanding than him; and in terms of status and wealth...

His wealth and status remain unclear to this day.

Unbeknownst to him, he hadn't gone far before he became one of the focal points of the banquet. Many people who were chatting and laughing with their companions suddenly had their eyes glued to him as he passed by.

"How about... I change my appearance a little? This can't go on forever."

He actually felt that he didn't look that exaggerated; it was probably because he had been involved with the supernatural for too long, and the pollution was unconsciously showing.

So he used his supernatural abilities to slightly conceal his aura, and now when others see him, they will only convince themselves that he is an ordinary person, and then go about their business.

Everyone else is eager to stand out, but Lia needs to make herself look less outstanding, otherwise, judging from their gazes, she'll start a fight soon.

"What on earth is going on... Could it be that the pollution is really starting to seep out automatically?"

Previously, other people's reactions weren't so terrible.

Ria recalled a line from her prayer: "Rebuild the bliss of nothingness, bestow upon the dark truth of decadent pleasure, embodiment of desire, we sing praises to desire..."

I don't know if I'll ever be able to control the pollution again and end up as a mythical creature.

If this is already a sign of pollution, then when the pollution becomes severe, people might launch a war simply because they have glimpsed a corner of its true nature.

However, Ria felt that such a day would not come. Most people would die easily if they saw the true form of the mythical creature. If the true form of the god appeared here, then no one would be left alive.

Then there's nothing to worry about.

Lia stood there for a moment, observing, before heading towards the food section to find something to eat.

The guards served him fine wine, the bright red liquid a testament to its quality, but the moment Lia picked it up, he didn't take a single sip.

He placed it on the table, but the guard unusually said that drinking was their highest form of etiquette, and this cup of wine had to be drunk, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the law.

Ria looked around and found that everyone had drunk the stuff, while the children's alcohol had been replaced with juice.

"OK then."

Ria picked up her glass, downed the red wine in one gulp, and then praised, "The grapes are of very good quality; ordinary grapes cannot produce wine of this quality."

Aside from the poison in the wine, there's nothing seriously wrong.

It's unclear who poisoned them, but the people around them continued their social gatherings, discussing high-level topics that ordinary people wouldn't talk about.

For example, someone might say that their outfit today was designed by a national treasure-level designer and is extremely valuable. Or, in business dealings, both parties might start using a bunch of flowery language to praise each other commercially.

The poison was a slow-acting poison and not fatal. Lia was not a professional who specialized in these things and did not understand the effects of this poison. He only knew that it would not work on him.

Now that she knew the poisoned wine had no effect on her, Ria focused her attention on observing whether the others who had been poisoned showed any changes, while concentrating her energy on eating.

Anyway, waiting is boring, and all this food might go to waste due to some kind of anomaly, so why not eat it?

Little Swarth thought the same thing. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, it transformed into an unremarkable child and began to eat heartily at the banquet, stuffing its cheeks full.

Although the main purpose of the banquet was to celebrate Wilton's birthday, every banquet is a good place to socialize, but for Ria now, socializing doesn't seem to be of much need.

Upon closer inspection, the guests at the banquet were a mixed bag, including wealthy individuals, members of prestigious families, as well as some unruly individuals or powerful supernatural beings who had managed to sneak in.

Ria sat at the table, quite pleased with the fact that the food area also had seating.

He treated the place like a buffet, carefully cutting his steak with a knife and fork before putting it in his mouth.

Good, it's not doxxing.

He stayed in the food area for as long as the banquet lasted, and just as everyone was applauding in one direction, he finished setting out a fruit platter, a piece of pineapple still in his mouth. Upon closer inspection, a rather young girl, with a magnificent train and a crown, was gracefully bowing to the crowd.

"Distinguished guests, welcome to my father's birthday celebration. Please place your birthday gifts on this table; I'm sure he will be very pleased."

When people saw her, they all seemed delighted: "Your Highness!"

Meanwhile, Lia was thinking, "They actually want a congratulatory gift? I've completely forgotten about it."

If I were to give the old king a gift, how could I do so without appearing stingy?

Seeing a group of people lining up to place their gifts, and having to solemnly introduce their own gifts, gave Liya a headache.

The black marketeer's instincts caused him to lose the concept of "gift-giving" from his mind.

His gifts have now become products of the rules; once handed over, they will automatically be returned with gifts of value exceeding the value of the items, according to trade rules, and no one can stop it.

Of course, Ria could, but the black marketeer's instincts refused to stop him.

"This is troublesome... I need to see if I know anyone around. Isn't Heffie here?"

Normally, when we don't need to find anyone, there are a bunch of Hephaestus and Götters, but now that we need them, there's not a single one in sight.

Fortunately, there were many other options. If all else failed, they could just use mass contamination again. Just as Ria was thinking of other solutions, a round worm appeared in his line of sight.

Xia En crawled out from under the tablecloth, but as soon as he showed his head, he was dragged back by dark tentacles and placed on the congratulatory gift table.

"This is an extremely rare insect, native to the Barkley Desert, and now it is on the verge of extinction."

Lia recounted the story, and then a group of people surrounded Shane, marveling at it.

Shane is autonomous; it does not belong to Ria, so everyone around it escaped unscathed.

The consciousness of war may be lurking somewhere, and if the people here are all corrupted, something terrible might happen.

As for Shane, it hadn't even realized what was happening before it was inexplicably surrounded by onlookers.

It's just looking for something to eat.

What's wrong with it?

【Faceless, how cruel you are…】

It was talking to Ria in its mind, and Ria told it to stay there quietly or she would tell Sherger its location.

Shaen could have contacted Sherger automatically, yet they haven't met up yet, which means there must be a problem between them.

Sure enough, when Ria mentioned Sherger, Shane immediately fell silent, not even turning his antennae.

Its tone was very pitiful.

I don't want to be with him.

But I think he quite likes you.

He's a pervert; he likes my feet.

【? 】

Whenever he got hungry while traveling, he would cut off all ten of my feet with a knife, skewer them, and barbecue them. He relied on the fact that my feet could regenerate the next day, so he could always have barbecue to eat.

Now, Ria understood; so that's how it is.

But if you tell me all this, aren't you worried that I might want to try roasted summer worms?

You are different from them. Believers will not refuse what the gods ask of them, so if you really need it... I can roast myself.

Of course, before that, I want to try the taste of roasted Black Pharaoh. He roasted me so many times, and I want to roast him just as many times.

It twirled its antennae, and its voice sounded quite innocent.

Ria stopped communicating with it. Now, after delivering a presentable gift, Ria planned to leave.

At that moment, Princess Golis called out to him.

"Sir, please don't leave yet. I haven't had a chance to thank you."

As soon as Golis said that, everyone's eyes were immediately drawn to Ria.

What is there to thank? Who is this person that could make the famous princess say something like "thank you"?

They had never seen Ria before. In this situation, Ria must either be some important figure whom they were not qualified to meet, or he was just an unknown commoner.

No matter how you judge it, the second answer is more reliable. Their status is already very high. Who are there that they cannot even see?

And what did he do?
Seemingly noticing everyone's confusion and bewilderment, Golis smiled slightly: "Thank you for rescuing my royal brothers and sisters. They are still too immature. How could they suddenly run out of the palace just because they are playing?"

Ria looked at Golis, who remained expressionless and showed no sign of displeasure, even though she was the one who had let the person go.

"You're welcome, Your Highness. It's all I should do."

Lia still wore her signature gentle smile: "Won't you invite the princes to come out and play with us?"

That was rather impolite, and Golis's expression froze for a moment.

How could this person have the nerve to say that? He ran to the palace gate and led a large group of people in, making it seem like they were going to start a war.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that all the people he brought with him were princes and princesses.

The princes had been away for several days and now returned with fierce expressions, like bandits. One of them even stormed in, grabbed a guard, and punched him to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of phlegm.

The eldest princess flicked the ash from her cigarette.

She was dressed in work clothes, with her jacket half-tied around her waist, and a python tattooed on her arm. She slowly walked through the gate, looking like a female gang leader: "Brothers, behave yourselves. This is not like the police station."

"Yes, eldest sister!"

Everyone spoke in unison.

When Golis witnessed this scene, her innocent heart was deeply shaken.

She desperately wanted to know what Ria had done to her family.

But Lia is the most innocent one.

After running around looking for people, he rested for two days. When he went to pick up the people from the prison where James had sent the coordinates, he found that they had completely transformed into what prisoners should look like.

Keep in mind, this has only been two days!

(End of this chapter)