They all call me an Outer God.

"Congratulations? Why are you congratulating me? Is this something to be congratulated about? I'm a man, a real man—"

Perhaps because what had happened to him was too unbearable, the man momentarily forgot the oppressive feeling that Ria had put on him, and instead cried out in anguish.

"Well then, I feel sorry for you, sir, and I hope you can find solace."

Lia bowed her head and observed three seconds of silence for him, and unsurprisingly, she heard the other person scream again.

"Don't speak, I don't want to hear you speak, don't let me hear another word from your mouth—if you can't speak, then shut up!!!"

"Ok."

Ria's attitude was impeccable; he was always very polite, or rather, he was always impeccable in his manners and rarely swore.

The bad news is that sometimes unnecessary politeness can be offensive, and Ria did it on purpose.

"Gurgle—" Little Swarth poked its head out from under the table and used its tentacles to steal the food that Ria had prepared for it from the table, thinking that some people were really going too far.

Its host has such a good temper, how could anyone bear to say such things to it?

If it were any other Meme 3 superhuman, they would probably have torn the person who dared to speak to them like that to shreds, but Ria didn't do that.

In his eyes, there are probably only four kinds of things: commodities, commodities that can be sold with a little trouble, commodities that cannot be sold with a little trouble, and Schwarz, the clucking chicken.

Ria felt that Lilith truly deserved to be called an angel. He had just subtly hinted at his lack of performance in his words, and she had delivered ready-made results to him. If everyone could be as efficient as her, world peace would be just around the corner.

What can be done with this kind of performance?

Lia walked around the man with a rather serious expression, probably wanting to see where he would carry the pregnancy if he were to get pregnant in his current state.

Ultimately, Ria discovered at least five places that appeared to be pregnant: the area that was originally her abdomen, chest, back, head, and thighs. It was hard to imagine that these places could harbor life, but that was the case.

An egg cell can survive anywhere in the mother's body, but it can only survive in the uterus.

The fertilized areas were swollen and visibly growing larger. Ria couldn't help but raise her cane and poke them, then smiled and congratulated her: "You're going to be a mother! Have you thought of a name for the baby yet?"

"Ahhhh, please stop talking!"

The man broke down screaming and was eventually forced to sign a series of unequal treaties under the threat of the black market dealers before they agreed to help him clean up the pollution.

Although signing the treaty meant abandoning his other famine clones, so what? Their lives were worthless compared to his own.

Thus the deal was struck, and Ria successfully extracted a portion of the pollution from the bounty and randomly selected a lucky believer to give it to.

It was also at this time...

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky, and the dark clouds hung low, making everything appear gloomy.

A heavily pregnant man attended his wife's funeral, holding his child. He wept bitterly, gazing at his wife's face in the coffin, almost overwhelmed with grief.

"Condolences."

Guests and relatives dressed in black suits comforted him and then handed him a bouquet of white flowers, gesturing for him to place it on the crystal coffin.

“Marian is a good girl, so don’t blame yourself too much. No one would have thought that something like this would happen later.”

"Life is full of disappointments, and we all hope you can look forward... Go and say your final goodbyes to your wife."

With everyone's encouragement, the man handed his twenty-eighth child to his maternal grandfather, then walked forward with a heavy heart to his wife's coffin.

He lowered his head, wanting to take one last look at Maria Anna's beautiful face. Then, something unexpected happened.

Mariane, his wife, who had died by jumping off a building, now had her belly swollen high, and the coffin was filled with babies with bright red skin, still connected to their mothers by umbilical cords.

Through their red, translucent skin, one could vaguely see their bluish-purple blood vessels and even their internal organs. Now, the children noticed their father's arrival and all smiled as they crawled toward the man, scratching at the crystal coffin lid with their wet hands, leaving behind murky handprints.

"dad--"

They cried out in their innocent voices, "Why won't you play with us? Why are you locking us and our mother here?"

"Can you let us out, Daddy...?"

"father!"

The man suddenly took a few steps back, and then, something even more terrifying happened.

Mariaanne, her beautiful wife, slowly opened her eyes, and with a creak, pushed open the coffin lid and sat up in front of everyone.

"..."

She gazed at the man, and he gazed at her; they remained silent.

A moment later, the woman suddenly grabbed a child and threw him to the ground, watching the blood and flesh splatter everywhere: "What a thing! I'll kill that beast Sherger sooner or later, and see what kind of rotten ideas he's come up with!"

"I'm not playing house with you anymore, get out!"

As she spoke, she stood up, pushed through the crowd, and left. Before leaving, she threw the white flower on the ground and stomped on it several times.

Watching his wife's departing figure, the man was stunned. But soon, the surrounding guests gathered together, saying, "Tsk tsk tsk, she's getting anxious, she's getting anxious."

"You got dumped, you poor unlucky guy."

"I never expected that the trade department would randomly select you two as unlucky victims. Congratulations, congratulations! Haha ...

"Well, you're divorced now, right? Can I pursue your wife? Or you can pursue me too, the outcome in bed will be the same anyway."

"Get out, all of you get out!!!"

The man was furious. He had to go and coax Maria back, while the others, disguised as guests, laughed wildly, threw their children aside, and chased after him.

Not far away, a little girl passing by witnessed everything out of curiosity. She turned to her mother, who was chasing after her, and asked, "Mommy, what are those people doing?"

Her mother's expression changed: "Children shouldn't ask so many questions; those aren't normal people."

With that, the mother hurriedly left with her child, as if afraid that someone might suddenly return.

……

The man named Claden found himself back to normal. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at his entire body. Finding no further aftereffects, he was overjoyed.

But when he caught a glimpse of the long-haired youth in the corner of the mirror, his lips still curled into a smirk.

"As agreed, I will take you to our headquarters next. It's a gathering place for the Mafia, so I hope you can show some respect."

(End of this chapter)