They all call me the Outer God

She wore a purple wide hat, a black top that completely covered her slender neck, and a half-slit skirt that fell naturally, revealing the pale skin of her legs as she moved.

Next to this person was a metal medicine rack, on which hung several bottles of dripping medicine, and on the back of her hand was an IV drip.

"Ms. Elinte Hod, or should I call you...

Sir Dream Witch?"

Gaen stood up. At this time, he was not his real body, but just a lone consciousness carrier, but Elinte reached out to take a bottle of medicine from the medicine rack and slowly reached it towards him.

"I have developed an antidote for the curse you cast on me. It's worth my time trying the medicine despite the side effects...

You know, this bottle of medicine is life-saving for the cursed, but it's poisonous to those who are not cursed."

She said with a malicious smile: "I don't know what the effect will be if I sprinkle this on you. I really want to hear you scream."

The memetic ability of witches is reflected in medicine. They are proficient in pharmacology and can make all kinds of poisons and antidotes.

In addition, in order to better maintain the meme of witches, regardless of gender, it is best for people to wear witch costumes to perform, which is the popular sense of women's clothing.

Ilinte let the curse spread on her body, used herself to test the medicine, watched her body become thinner day by day, and paralyzed the white masks who were watching the fun.

Seeing that they were still heading for death, they were too lazy to make everything more chaotic.

"White Mask Church, your existence is like an unsolvable virus, and we must not let it go."

"Hahaha, so funny, witch, do you think your antidote can really perfectly withstand the curse bestowed by our old god?

Aging is irreversible. Even if you recover now, you will always be in the cycle of aging. This is probably unacceptable to you who love beautiful things."

"It is indeed unacceptable... So I have to kill you first."

Ilint said, lifting the iron frame at hand and smashing it towards the other party, while Gaen did nothing but kept laughing wildly, allowing himself to be beaten into a puddle of mud and corroded into slag by the witch's poison.

His voice still echoed in all directions: "You may not know that not long ago, our church already had a new god. I believe that everything that is happening now is the suffering given by Him. Praise the faceless and trade..."

Ilint's expression became even colder, and the look he gave the thing on the ground was like looking at some non-recyclable garbage.

"I think I need to declare that the Lord is the God of Trade, the Lord of Trade, and you actually added a dark name to Him privately--"

Those who blaspheme God are unforgivable.

Seeing Ilinte's current appearance, how could Garn not understand that someone had tampered with her faith invisibly, but Garn had no intention of reminding her.

He felt that the Lord was worthy of being the Lord, and he was fully capable of making others believe in Him without their knowledge, and it was difficult for them to even have the will to resist.

Compared to them, Riya's existence was more like a virus, and such a virus also had self-awareness. I couldn't believe what would happen if I let this virus grow.

In the end, the conscious individual named "Garn" was completely annihilated by the witch's magic potion, and Ilinte took a deep look at the ground, confirmed that someone had not resurrected, and left here.

She seemed quite tired, and her steps became heavy as she walked farther and farther away. In the distance was Bruna guarding there.

"You let him escape."

"No one can catch him. As long as there is one believer left in the White Mask Church, we will never catch him."

"This is probably the terrifying thing about the main meme of [Idiot]. That person can transfer the idiot consciousness to the believers, making them crazy. However, when they lose the believers, all the consciousness is borne by him alone."

Gaen is a patient, an [Idiot].

Idiots are stupid people who act crazy and have no basis.

An idiot became the master of the church, and people have never seen the true face of this person. He used a mask to cover his facial features and a black robe to cover his body.

The believers also wrapped themselves tightly.

But it didn't matter. Ilinte turned her head to look at another doctor next to Bruna. This person had a well-proportioned figure and was tall. Ilinte always felt that he looked familiar.

It was not until Bruna said that this was Leah that Ilinte suddenly realized.

Riya met Bruna by chance not long after leaving the tent, and Bruna took him back to the original tent and said that something special would happen next.

In a sense, seeing the dying old man suddenly turn into a pale lady did look very special, but Riya remained calm, as if he had been told something by Bruna.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Elinte."

"Good afternoon, praise trade... the sun."

Elinte's expression was not very good, probably because she could not maintain her original appearance. Anyone who fell into the cycle of aging would not be in a good mood.

As for why she believed in trade, just like what happened before, Riya must not accept what he gave. If normal black traders need to rely on words to exert the ability to force transactions, then Riya only needs to rely on his eyes to make others obediently offer their faith to him.

Such an ability is quite terrible, and even Gaen's consciousness cannot prevent it.

And now he is meme eight, and his previous abilities will only be further strengthened.

"You won't last long."

Bruner shook his head and told Ilinte: "Join the Keeper now, I can take you back to the headquarters to find someone else to cure the curse."

"I think we should not talk about this for now."

Ilinte shook her head, her face aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She looked at her companions: "Let's go eat. It's rare that I still have the energy to run around now. Old man, I have to take you to the best restaurant near Zoramu for a meal."

"Gu!"

Little Shival popped his head out, and seemed to hope that Ria would agree to go to the restaurant to try the delicious food.

Ria agreed, so several people left the scene to find a place to eat. When the exquisite meal and sharp knives and forks were placed in front of them, Ria was still motionless.

Bruner directly used a fork to pick up a piece of steak and stuffed it into the opened lens of the mask. Then, chewing sounds came from behind the mask.

"Why, are you worried? You can learn to eat like me, my colleagues all eat like this."

"...It seems a little difficult."

Riya cut the meat a few times, and pink blood oozed out of the half-cooked steaks, but diners like to call them "rich hemoglobin."

"I got a little hurt on my face recently, I hope you can keep your appetite after seeing this, don't mind."