They all call me an Outer God.

"What the hell?"

Blay reached out and conjured a giant scythe, severing the tentacles. But the moment the scythe touched them, he felt as if the blade had struck a pool of water, quickly passing through their bodies.

"what have you done!"

You'll be begging me soon.

As for you, I'm also giving you a chance.

The tentacles gradually retracted into the well and disappeared without a trace. Blair looked furious, but this was only the beginning.

Soon, he heard ominous signs coming from the town.

Water, all visible water, has disappeared.

The land was parched, the sky was cloudless, crops were suffering from disease, and a swarm of locusts flew in from the west...

Suddenly, Blair understood what the well meant.

Water is the source of life, and food is the foundation for people's survival. Once these are gone, the people in the town will not be able to survive for long.

Moreover, war is still raging on the border, and artillery shells or attacks from supernatural creatures fall here from time to time.

"Have other places become like this too?"

Blay had to find the mayor immediately, as only the mayor could solve the current food and clothing problem. However, when Blay arrived with a large group of people, the mayor was playing cards all night.

"What are you all doing here looking for me?" The mayor sat at the card table, displeased, without even turning his head. "Is this a place you can just come and go as you please?"

“Those guards can’t stop me.”

Looking at the obese mayor's arrogant demeanor, Blair said, "We have been invaded by supernatural beings, and we are currently facing extreme shortages of water and food. We hope you can contact the outside world to provide support for our town."

"What a joke! What kind of supernatural creature could force our town into this state? We have the protection of the Lord of Trade. Ordinary weapons and supernatural creatures can't do anything to us, they can't even get in."

"Can't you see there's a locust plague outside?"

"Huh? Where's the locust plague? I just see a bunch of fleas jumping around in front of me—come on, let's play our cards. Ignore these people. I'm used to their daily protests and demonstrations. Guards, take them away!"

Before he could finish speaking, Blair grabbed the bald man by the back of his collar and slammed his head onto the card table: "It's because of people like you who spend tax money on eating, drinking, and having fun every day, and even plundering everywhere because you're dissatisfied with the status quo, that this region has been unable to develop! That's what triggers war!"

"You like playing cards, right?"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Blay grabbed a handful of cards and shoved them down the mayor's throat. Immediately, the mayor's other card players didn't dare to move, fearing that they would be the ones to suffer if they did.

"Go and contact people outside, at the very least find out if the same situation is happening outside as it is here. Do I make myself clear?"

"Ugh—ugh!"

The mayor nodded frantically, then was instantly thrown off the second floor by Blair.

"Crack!"

The windowpane was smashed to pieces.

The mayor landed heavily, but luckily he was thick-skinned enough that he only rolled a few times on the ground before looking up at Blair, who was looking down at him from the window, with a frustrated expression and his face turning red.

"This is outrageous! This is truly outrageous! I said before that all superhumans are madmen!"

Enraged, the mayor stood up, intending to have his guards drive him away from this godforsaken place.

The locusts today are indeed outrageously numerous; steam cars drove by, crushing swarms of locusts with their wheels.

"Isn't this food? Why don't you eat these bugs?"

"Sir, these insects are poisonous." "How do you know? Have you tasted them?"

The mayor looked at his subordinate who was driving with disdain. His injuries from the fall were still throbbing, which strengthened his resolve to find a way to get rid of those troublemakers, especially that superhuman.

How dare this superhuman, who has lost his memory and can't unleash his full power, be so arrogant? If I don't deal with him, how can I continue to be the town mayor?

"I'm a little thirsty, guard. Where's the wine? Bring me my wine."

"Here you go."

The guard took a bottle from the side of the car door and handed it to the mayor. The mayor took it and immediately threw the bottle out of the car window in a fit of rage.

With a "crack," the bottle shattered into pieces.

"I want the wine! Not the bottle!"

"But, sir, all the water in town is gone, including the wine."

"A bunch of trash!!!"

"Forget it, once I'm out there, there's nothing I can't do with my money. I can't stay here."

The mayor leaned back and let the vehicle drive out of town, but not long after the vehicle left the town, a flock of sheep blocked their way.

"Bah!"

"Baa!" The flock of sheep bleated in unison, swishing their tails, but refused to make way.

"Where did these sheep come from?!" The mayor was nearly driven mad with anger. "Where is the shepherd? Call him to see me!"

He got out of the car, intending to confront the shepherd, but then he felt a sudden pang of fear.

The sheep were still bleating, but their bodies and fur were turning black, and their eyes were turning scarlet. They trotted around as if they had spotted something delicious and charged straight at the man in front of them.

"Wait, wait! What are you doing?! Don't come any closer! Guards! Guards!"

His body was quickly engulfed by the dark flock of sheep, who chewed on his body as if they were just eating grass.

Before long, the people on the ground were completely devoured, leaving not even a bone fragment.

A creature with the head of a sheep and the body of a human emerged from the flock of sheep, picked at its teeth with a twig, and extracted a golden substance.

"It's all eyes, with no taste or nutrition at all. It's terribly disgusting. The Lord of Trade really doesn't give anyone a chance."

He then looked at the guards on the steam car: "Go back and tell those people that, for now, this town is off-limits. Anyone who dares to come out will end up like this fat man today."

The guard turned pale and hurriedly reversed the vehicle, returning the way he came.

They couldn't leave the town.

But the town is facing unprecedented trouble.

Die, die, die!

The guards outside the town were panicked, but the residents inside were even more terrified. They could hold on for a short time without water and food, but not in the long run.

"I still have some food reserves here." An old man took out some dry bread from his home, but without water, people couldn't swallow it at all.

Water was more important than food, so the well in front of the grocery store became the target of people's attention.

It continues to bewitch those who have passed through its past.

Thirsty? Very thirsty, right? Here, have some water.

The well was filled with clear spring water, but the water disappeared without a trace the next second when people were about to rush over.

(End of this chapter)