They all call me the Outer God

There is a saying that it is more difficult to accept others being happy than being mediocre, and it is more disgusting to see others making money than losing money.

"I am far less black-hearted than them."

Facing the situation in front of him, Riya chose to hold his cane tightly and push the door in to beat up the two people with bad behavior, and robbed them of all their money. Before leaving, they were grateful to Riya and shouted something like praising Wumian and trade.

Riya's face remained unchanged: "No need to shout Wumian, remember, just praise trade."

He was worried that this name was a fraud, and he was ready to find a way to use it when he became stronger. It was not his fault that he was overly worried, but the behavior of those people in the white mask would cause psychological trauma to anyone.

"Praise trade--"

After the two men watched Riya go out, they continued to fight with bruises on their faces.

Riya was in a good mood and took the money. It was better to benefit himself than to benefit others.

This is the interpretation principle of black businessmen.

When Leah returned to the hall, the group had almost dispersed, with only a few people still praying, including Evander.

Seeing him come out, the man immediately turned his wheelchair: "Where have you been? You didn't get the food from the pastor, but fortunately I got one for you, don't thank me."

Evander had a red apple in his hand, and he handed it to Leah, who extended his hand expressionlessly - towards the pillar not far away: "Thank you."

Evander immediately hit his head: "Look at my memory, I forgot that you can't see."

He knocked on the wheelchair, and Leah walked towards him as if she had discovered where he was, and then reached out to take the apple.

"Let me show you a magic trick." The young man said, taking off his top hat and throwing the apple in, and the apple disappeared instantly.

Evander was immediately shocked and applauded. He felt that Leah was really an interesting person, and the only regret was that he was blind.

"May the sun protect you and help you recover soon."

"May He protect all of us."

Riya made a sun symbol on his chest. He also wanted to find the Radiant Rising Sun to offer sacrifice to test whether He could restore his eyesight. So he simply said goodbye to Evander and left the place, choosing to find a secluded and undisturbed corner in the church.

The church is a special place for gods, and it is easier to communicate with them here.

When Riya turned to leave, Evander watched his back until the young man's back was completely blocked by the wall at the corner.

Then, Evander lowered his head and stroked the ring on his hand thoughtfully.

…

“Ahem,

The newly emerged star in the land of life and death, the center of the pursuit of all things.

By using the flame to cut through the day and night, I am waiting in the boundless place.

Sing praises to the rising sun, offer tribute to the rising sun, become the rising sun…

You humble lamb prays to you to restore your vision so that you can see your radiant true face.”

In an empty room, Riya prayed devoutly to the portrait of the rising sun on the wall. In front of him were the feathers of mythical creatures that exuded an ominous aura. According to the usual results of sacrifices, the sun never let him down.

However, this time, He did not respond.

Riya tried again with some disbelief, and found that the rising sun still did not respond.

“Is there a malfunction?”

→

He thought about it, changed the content of the prayer, and asked about the next suitable place for the performance.

This time, the rising sun responded quickly, which undoubtedly surprised Riya even more.

He had a weird guess in his mind.

Could it be that the rising sun was concerned about the eyes on the back of his neck, so he ignored his request.

But this doesn't make sense. How could the Sun care about one eye?

A more reasonable explanation might be that the previous transaction has been approved by the extraordinary rules and cannot be changed so easily.

"What a hell."

Riya cursed in his heart, got up and took away the unused feathers, and stuffed them into the body of the little Shiwa from the tentacles.

When he turned around, the eye on the back of his neck once again stared at the portrait of the Sun through a layer of collar cloth. Its pupils shrank into a needle-like shape, and no one knew what it was thinking at this time.

After all, it was just an eye.

Riya left the church in disappointment after seeking help in vain.

James was right. A blind man couldn't be a good hunter, and over-reliance on other eyes on his body would likely make the pollution disease worse.

"This is also a foreseeable result, but with them, they must not be left unused."

Standing at the door of the Rising Sun Church, Riya leaned on a cane.

In front of him was a spacious and prosperous street, with steam cars coming and going, and well-dressed ladies and gentlemen sitting outside roadside coffee shops. White round tables were decorated with beautiful parasols, and under the parasols were exquisite vases.

Fresh flowers were placed in those vases, and from time to time girls in dresses passed by playfully, and then their eyes were attracted by them.

Sometimes, Lia could see tall horses wearing silver saddles, and expensive carriages behind them. The driver wore a long ostrich feather hat on his head, a bright red suit and white pants, and looked down on everyone on the roadside with contempt.

This is South Adelin, a fairly developed city, where you can see how much convenience the development of industrialization has brought to people's lives.

The street vendors were selling a mechanical box. When you turned its button, the box would open automatically to reveal a rotating puppet inside.

The puppet stood on tiptoe, pointing its finger to the sky, as if dancing an extremely elegant dance, and as the puppet rotated, pleasant music would start playing from the bottom of the box.

This thing was loved by many young girls. They would gather around the box, take out part of their pocket money to buy it, and then invite their friends to watch it together.

For them, this thing was not expensive. It was like a snack they bought casually. If they wanted to play with it, they could play with it. If they didn't want to play with it, they could just find a trash can and throw it away.

The consumption of these residents could be called extravagant. Based on this, Riya also picked up a lot of things that could be recycled for the second time in the trash can. Saving these things would be a considerable expense.

However, when he picked up the third trash can, a voice came to his ear.

"Stop picking up trash! Are you already living so miserably?"

Riya turned around and found that the person who came was Evander.

He was still sitting in a wheelchair, feeling sorry for Riya's situation. It seemed that he just happened to pass by and saw his new friend picking up trash, so he returned the money he borrowed from Riya and gave him a few more pieces of paper.

"Use it to buy some food... It's so pitiful."