They all call me the Outer God

"interesting.

It's been a long time since Ria encountered something she couldn't destroy. She experimented with the door, surrounding walls and even windows for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion——

These things are special barriers, perfect for trapping an extraordinary person.

And now that he is locked up here, it seems that he has no other choice but to wait for the real owner of the house to use the key to open the door here.

"Isn't it possible to jump through space?"

Ria tried to use the magician's ability to move briefly in space. He slowly approached the shadow and sneaked into it. After a while, he appeared again from another shadow.

Unfortunately, he did not succeed in escaping. Those walls have a unique isolation effect on the extraordinary. Even if he does not use his extraordinary ability, Riya cannot destroy it.

"It seems that if you want to go out, you can only wait for the next person to come in."

The ingredients on the table are fresh enough and are still steaming out, which means that someone brought the food in not long ago.

Riya stared at those things and thought for a while, then walked to the dining table and sat down. He picked up the napkin and tied it to his chest slowly. After doing this, he picked up the knife and fork and ate the food placed on the silver plate. steak.

The steak looked very tempting, with the deep red rich sauce drizzled on it, exuding an irresistible aroma, but it didn't taste at all as delicious as it appeared on the outside.

This thing tastes no different than eating foam cardboard soaked in gutter oil.

"..." Riya swallowed the food in her mouth without saying a word, then put down the knife and fork, took off the neat napkin, folded it and put it back on the table, planning to use other methods to attract the attention of outsiders.

He took a deep breath, and the next second, Riya kicked the corner of the table, kicking the entire long table directly to the wall. The food and tableware above covered the wall, which was terrible.

Huge cracks appeared directly on the originally hard long table after receiving this blow. The cracks were in the shape of a spider web, centered on the stress point, and extended exaggeratedly in all directions.

"Crash, crash, crash!!!"

Everything was scattered on the floor, plaster fell off the walls as if it were free of charge, and the whole house was shaking.

As the culprit, the young man did not feel that he had done anything wrong at all, and even thought that he had not done enough.

Many tentacles quickly emerged from the shadows and destroyed everything, filling the entire building into a weird hotbed.

The golden eyes above them moved "chirping", and many golden pupils stared at the door. This is what the "observer" saw from behind the door.

The door here is made of special material so that the inside can be seen from the outside, but no one can peek into the outside from the inside.

"Bang bang bang."

There was a knock on the door from outside, as if asking Riya to calm down.

"Experiment No. 015, are you dissatisfied with anything?"

Hearing such a sound, the eye on one of the tentacles opened wide and stuck directly to the door. In the eyes of the people outside the door, what they saw was a huge eye staring at him.

Even though it knew that there was no way that the experimental subject behind the door could escape control, it couldn't help but take a few steps back when it saw this scene, breaking out in a cold sweat. Even the creature's breathing was somewhat disturbed.

It remembers that the experimental subjects didn't look like this when they first arrived. What's going on now? Was No. 015 eaten? "

Just when the observer was wandering in his heart, he saw all the tentacles slowly retreating. The young man in front of him was gentle and polite, much better than the group of monsters just now.

"I'm just not satisfied with the taste of the food. I'm sorry to let you see this embarrassing scene."

Riya said slowly: "Can I change it to something edible?"

"You're not satisfied with the food we serve?"

The observer immediately vigilantly recorded the abnormality of the experimental subject on the paper: "Experiment No. 015, found around the Baslow Waterway, characterized by a young male human individual, with unknown health status."

"Very healthy," Riya added.

"Shut up, I'm sorting out the information!"

The voice outside the door murmured, but Riya was still able to distract him: "Health level: very healthy, likes to eat human flesh.

Recommendations for containment: Give the individual the most comfortable space, and do not make it angry. It is strictly forbidden to provide human flesh for food. It is normal to see distortions that should not appear in the house.

This individual is good at inducing the corruption of life. It is forbidden to have too much communication with him...especially do not accept anything he gives. Once you find this behavior, stay away immediately and report it to the main hospital.

Observers who have come into contact with Individual 015 need to go to the nearby white floor for reexamination every night to avoid irreversible damage. "

"I don't have any objections to other matters. What does it mean to eat human flesh?"

Riya was a little depressed. Did he look like some kind of human-eating creature?

With this question in mind, he truthfully asked the voice outside the door. There was a moment of silence on the other side, and he considered: "The food we provide is in line with human tastes."

"how are you feeling?"

"It tastes terrible."

"That proves that you only like to eat people."

"Why can't you prove that your chef's skills are poor?"

Riya crossed her arms and smiled very harmlessly: "Let me go out and teach your chef. If you usually eat by that guy, wouldn't it be too miserable for you?

I have never eaten decent delicious food in my life, but treat gutter oil as a delicacy, poor children. "

"Shut up, you are just an experiment, you are not qualified to bargain with us."

The sound from outside the door continued to come.

I don’t know what means he used, Riya’s eyes were in a trance. When he came to his senses, everything in the house had already returned to its original appearance, and even the food that should have been destroyed was back on the plate.

The young man turned back and watched all this silently, and then said with a little depression: "I will starve to death if I eat such disgusting things."

"But we can't give you human flesh."

"I don't eat human flesh, you ask the chef to change a meal."

Riya pointed and said: "Change all the food on this table."

"It's really hard to feed!"

Riya heard a complaining voice from outside the door, and then the observer's footsteps became farther and farther away until they disappeared. It seemed that he finally couldn't stand his character, or it might be that the creature finally agreed with Riya's point of view and planned to ask the chef to make a new table of food.

Taking advantage of the current time, Riya's eyes became indifferent again.

He returned to the living room and sat on the sofa. He felt that it would take more time for him to get out of here.

Of course, from the process of communicating with the voice outside the door just now, Riya had roughly obtained some useful information.

"The creature outside the door doesn't sound like a human. It sounds more like a machine trying to make a human sound."