They all call me the Outer God

With that said, Riya took off the beak mask, and the face behind it was in a mess, almost to the point of shocking and "hateful".

Imagine using the front of a skull as soil, and those cells develop and divide again above to form a new muscle body. At this time, in order to ensure rapid growth, spiderweb-like black tentacles cover it, and golden eyes are densely distributed among it.

But Ria's original gray-blue eyes are still there, they are intact, and the eyelids are missing. At this time, everyone can see half of their appearance.

No matter who you are, this is a horrifying scene, but the people present did not react much. It would be better to say that they have seen much scarier things than this, and they have long been accustomed to it.

Such a scene is not enough to affect everyone's appetite.

Bruna looked at Riya: "Your facial recovery is a little slow, maybe because of the contaminated consciousness."

"It doesn't matter, it will heal on its own after a few days of rest."

Ria put the bloody meat into her mouth and chewed it indifferently. Apart from the pain in her facial muscles and mouth, there was no major problem.

Having said that he has reached meme eight, he should also tell the attending doctor about this matter.

So Riya put down the knife and fork, asked little Svar to spit out the pen and paper, and started to write a letter.

The letter reads——

To James, the attending physician:

I’ve already made eight memes. Where are you? You’re still being played like a football... I’m sorry, are you still being played as a football player?

Dr. Brunner is much more qualified than you, so I think it's time to send a letter of complaint to Keeper headquarters accusing you of being absent without permission.

If you are not free yet, I decided to choose the next meme myself. The two of us will bear the consequences of everything that happens. It is not easy for me to die, but it is easy for you to be removed.

If you can't get a salary for a year, it should just help you lose weight, and you no longer have to eat those three-free products that can cause obesity. Thinking about it this way, it may help you lose weight, which is still a good thing.

So don't thank me, this is what I should do.

Signed at the end of the letter: You guessed it.

After the last punctuation mark was written, Riya's mood obviously improved a lot. He found a match to light the letter, and then stuffed the burning letter into the mouth of the mythical creature.

James once said that if you want to contact him, do so.

As for why the content of the letter was written like this, it only meant that Riya did not treat the other party as an outsider.

"Ouch."

Little Shival swallowed the burning letter in one gulp, closed his mouth, and a stream of smoke leaked out from the seam of his mouth and slowly rose.

It blinked twice, then suddenly burped, and smoke rings rose into the air from its throat again.

Riya poured the black tea on the table into its mouth, and little Swaar drank it all in one gulp, and the smoke stopped coming from his mouth.

"Ouch!" It shook its wings and looked like a baby bird begging for food.

The others looked at it with strange eyes.

Erinte still had her eyes half-closed, as if the eye stains were sticky again, but she was just too tired.

"You seem to have a good relationship."

“It’s such a rare opportunity to see a mythical creature up close.”

Bruna continued to stuff a piece of meat steak into the mask: "Speaking of which, do you know how this guy was born and why he is called a 'mythical creature'?

As someone from the same camp, I need to remind you that it is not a good thing to see it, and you must not relax your vigilance when facing it. "

Riya stared at little Swale and thought for a moment, then roughly recounted what happened in Wens Town. Of course, he still skimmed over some things about himself.

The young man made the extraordinary creatures eat each other, and eventually the remaining one became a mythical creature.

Of course, there is a key factor in this -

red moon.

The image of the moon that covered a quarter of the sky still exists in Riya's memory, adding a bit of weirdness to the scene he saw at that time.

"...Have you ever considered why there were so many extraordinary creatures at night?" Bruna asked seriously.

"Is it the influence of the red moon?"

"yes."

"For us, the red moon is a very special existence. Don't think that it is a precious natural landscape. There are rumors that the red moon appears from the shadow of the back of the moon.

But of course that was just a rumor, and we all took it as a joke. No one knew what was on the back of the moon, but a more reliable rumor was...

Those are the eyes of a certain creature. Under his gaze, life will change towards pollution, and the number of extraordinary creatures will also increase significantly. "

"That is to say, Shivaer's appearance was under the gaze of the red moon?"

"Your bird-like creature is called Swaar? It really fits the naming characteristics of a black businessman."

Bruna leaned back, picked up a table knife and drew a circle on the table. The pink blood on the tip of the knife was the perfect dye.

"How to describe mythical creatures? We all know about the mutation of pollution. People and animals, plants and even non-living things will mutate into extraordinary creatures. Then if they further accept the pollution, they may be killed by some guys who don't understand anything. Worship as a god.

This is the reason why we secret keepers don’t believe in any gods. I always believe that those gods are just pollutants beyond ordinary people’s imagination, and that kind of pollutants are what we call - mythical creatures. "

Suddenly, the whole room became eerily quiet, except for a certain mythical creature that continued to chew on the plate without knowing it.

Riya took the plate away casually: "You mean, this creature is a god?"

"It just has potential. Compared with those ordinary extraordinary creatures, it has the potential to continue to mutate. For example, it is like cancer cells appearing in a group of cells, and those so-called gods are cancer tissues. Do you understand this metaphor?"

"Everyone has a different definition of God. Those are just things beyond the imagination of ordinary people. There is no need to imagine them so terrible."

"It sounds like you are quite good at comforting people."

Ilinte smiled: "Small things like to talk about unimaginable things to highlight their erudition, just like children talking about the universe."

"If you think so, Hood, I can't help it."

Bruner always maintained his point of view, and Riya was still helplessly watching the little Shival chewing things. It has now begun to chew the table with its mouth.

The young man patted the table, and the ear feathers on the top of the little Shival's head suddenly stood up.

It quickly extended a tentacle to shake hands with the host, but when he wasn't paying attention, it inserted the tentacle into his nails, almost penetrating -

Riya quickly moved his hand away.

The power of faith he had absorbed at first would make him feel sick, but this problem was solved after the mythical creature parasitized him.

Maybe it ate some of the faith when everyone provided it, and Riya thought it didn't matter if he gave it some.