They all call me the Outer God

"Well done. Although it was the first time to talk to someone through the voice transmission in the mind, the effect was quite successful."

Riya has a strong learning ability. After listening to other beings talking in his mind several times, he learned the same method in a short time.

It must be said that this way of speaking is really interesting. It is so interesting that Riya used this method to talk to Little Shival for a long time.

Little Shival has never seen the host talk so much. Although from the surface, he did not open his mouth at all, just reading quietly.

This made Little Shival a little worried that Riya's external performance would become less talkative in the future, but his worries were unnecessary. Riya would not stop talking when he had a new ability.

"The watermarks on these gold coins have been removed, but at the same time they can no longer be used, otherwise it would be counterfeit. From this point of view, Endles' currency anti-counterfeiting is still quite good. I don't know what they have experienced before."

But gold will always be a universal currency, and even idiots understand its value.

These things can no longer be circulated as ordinary currency, but they can be accumulated for emergency use.

Riya picked up a gold coin and put it under the light. He remembered that not long ago, they were happy for a long time for a gold coin that they had finally obtained. Now they found that this thing was actually very easy to get.

As long as he wanted, those believers would become his source of funds, and he would obtain a very terrible wealth, but any normal black businessman would find it difficult to resist such temptation.

"It really gave me a difficult problem."

He stuffed the gold coin back into the tentacles of the mythical creature, without making any extra movements, but put down the book and covered the quilt again, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

It was obvious that Riya would not do that. He was a black businessman, not an idiot.

If the assets of the believers were considered real estate, then it would be better for these assets to be in the position of real estate forever. Hefisgetu wanted to take this opportunity to weaken his humanity. His thoughts were so straightforward that they were almost written on his face.

Riya was not actually short of money now. James's deducted salary could perfectly solve the problem of food and clothing.

So now, nothing is more important than sleep.

"Good night, Shival. If you have nothing to do, try not to wake me up."

"Gu."

Little Shival held the hot water bottle and watched Ria fall asleep, then flew to the window and squatted on the hot water bottle, watching the moon for half the night.

The next day, Ria opened his eyes under the sunlight.

It was rare for him not to have any dreams in the second half of the night, and he slept peacefully, and felt refreshed after waking up.

The mythical creature looked at him at the window and flew back to his body. After Ria dressed and washed, he stored his mental state at this time in the mysterious item pocket watch, and by the way, he looked at the normal time and found that the hour hand had pointed to "IX".

That is to say, he slept until nine o'clock in the morning.

"I'm really tired recently."

Ria sighed, "snapped" the cover of the pocket watch and put it in his coat pocket, wiped his glasses and put them on, put on gloves, and finally put the hat on his head, picked up his cane and left the hotel.

He was going to find the first person on the writer's fan list.

The fans recorded by Ria happened to be on the route map from North Aidlin to Cranbeya, with a deviation of no more than ten miles, so Ria could rush on the way while looking for people, greatly improving efficiency.

It's just that the plan is good, and the plan never keeps up with the changes.

When Ria was about to reach the border of the town where he was, he met a man wearing gray and black linen and a crystal ball in front of him on the roadside.

"Do you believe in fate?"

When Ria passed by him, the man said this inexplicably.

Ria was slightly stunned.

The next second, he turned around and sat in front of the man.

The man was very surprised, and it seemed that he didn't expect Ria to react like this.

Normally, wouldn't normal people call him a "liar", and then he would show his methods at this time, so that those who don't believe in anything would admire him and bow down to him?

But the man in front of him just stayed in front of him, and after a moment, asked him: "Do you believe in science?"

"Bang!"

"Are you here to cause trouble?!"

The man angrily smashed the table, almost knocking the crystal ball on his table off the table and breaking it. He was so scared that he quickly got up and picked up the crystal ball, then looked at the person carefully for a few times, and the more he looked, the more familiar he looked.

He looked so familiar that he leaned closer to look.

"Riya! Why is it you?!"

"Long time no see, Steyer."

Riya curled the corners of her mouth and greeted her old friend.

The person in front of her was Steyer, whom she had met in Grani Town. At that time, Steyer was still a meme nine prophet who was playing an idiot. I don't know how he is playing now.

"I didn't expect to see you here. This may be the so-called fate. I said that my predictions are still quite accurate.

How about it, do you want to make a prediction now?"

"No...still."

Riya quickly refused.

"I'm already at Meme Level 7 now, and the plague doctor Gro praised me as a genius. So how are you now? Do you need my protection?"

"Others are already at Meme Level 5, look at what you're becoming day by day."

A tall black shadow appeared next to Steyer, it was Gro.

Seeing Leah, he simply bowed his head to signal, and Steyer was completely dumbfounded.

"Meme 5!? How come you've become meme 5 so quickly? --

Don't say anything, brother. I'm counting on you to be successful in the future."

Steel patted Ria's shoulder sincerely, and Ria made a promise.

"Don't worry. If you have any questions in the future, just call my name. Swar can hear it.

By the way, did you succeed in performing the idiot meme?"

"Don't mention it. I get angry when I talk about it. Come on, sit down, and I'll tell you slowly."

Steel turned his head and looked at Gro: "We need to talk. Can you go aside?"

Gro: "..."

Gro turned into black mist and left.

Then, Steel talked about his failure in performing the idiot without reservation.

"Maybe God thinks I'm too smart and not an idiot at all. Anyway, I've been acting for a long time but I haven't seen a new meme on the card.

In anger, I stopped acting and went to act as a crow. Soon, I succeeded. Then I acted as a magician and now I'm trying to act as a lucky guy."

"I'm so unlucky on weekdays that I definitely need a lucky guy meme to neutralize it, but today I'm quite lucky. I met an old friend not long after I set up the stall."

"From your appearance, are you planning to leave here and go somewhere else?"

Riya: "I plan to do some small business in Cranbeya and check some information by the way."

"What do you want to check? Maybe my prophet meme can help you."

"This kind of thing may not be something that ordinary prophets can find."

Riya shook her head and revealed part of the natural disaster to Style, who frowned when he heard it.

"I should have known that the Shining Sun is not a good thing, but so many people believe in it... Don't worry, I will tell you the first time I find out about the Plague Knight.

So why did you ask me whether I believe in science just now? You are a disordered person, but you still believe in this?"

"Supernatural and science exist in this world, and we can't believe or not."

If you want to go to the Dreamland, you have to abandon science. The more unconventional the idea, the better. This may mean that Leah will destroy part of her brain to make herself amnesia, but this is not a solution.

If possible, he doesn't want to smash his brain every day.

"Is there any way to get me into the Dreamland? What kind of world is there?"

"..."Style frowned. He didn't know the answer to this question. He had never even heard of the existence of the Dreamland before.

But he had a deep premonition, which came from the intuition of a prophet.

Almost immediately, Style spoke.

"You will meet the person you want to see most there."

"The person you want to see most is... Plague Knight?"

"Maybe, wait, why are you so obsessed with Plague Knight?"

"Of course, we have to kill Him. Now that we know where he might be, it will be easy."

Lea's eyes revealed a hint of excitement. After knowing that he would meet good things in the dreamland, he was a little impatient to find the place.

However, Style and Lea were not on the same road. He had to go somewhere else later, so he said goodbye to Lea here.

Watching Lea's back as she left, Style looked at the crystal ball on the table again.

In the crystal ball, he saw mountains, corpses, and a figure riding a white skeleton horse wandering on the mountain of corpses, holding a head in his hand.

"This prophecy..."

Style felt bad immediately, in every sense of the word. He wanted to catch up with Lea, or tell this to someone he knew, but Gro stood beside Style, pressing his shoulder to prevent him from getting up, his voice hoarse.

"What is supposed to happen will always happen. He has not learned the content of the prophecy now. Once he knows it, the direction of his fate will be completely fixed."

"But if the prophecy is not known, will it not happen? You know, this kind of thing is simply-"

It is simply too crazy and too unbelievable.

...

"Dreams are derivatives of reality and the self-manifestation of the subconscious."

"But there is another saying that dreams are actually our souls in another time and space."

"So, which possibility do you believe in?"

"I believe in the second one, and I am also ready to stay in the beautiful dream world forever and accompany monsters for the rest of my life."

In the empty room with only one seat left, the old woman crossed her hands and opened her somewhat shriveled eyes. The person in front of her held a hypnotic pocket watch and kept shaking it, and the voice was slowly and seductively.

"Now you are on the way to the dream, what do you see?"

"Stones, a lot of stones."

In a fantasy, many strange-looking stones appeared.

"Do you need those stones?"

"No, sir."

"Then keep going forward. There is a cliff ahead. Yes, you are standing on a cliff with no end and only a dark void below. Now, you are getting closer and closer to the edge of the cliff."

"I am already standing at the end of the cliff."

The old woman's eyes were empty and her expression revealed fear. Suddenly, she began to struggle: "I am going to fall down. I can't go forward!"

"Keep going forward and jump down!"

"There are countless wealth below, everything you want!"

"No, I can't jump, I will die!"

"Jump down!"

The man standing in front of the old woman suddenly went around her back and pushed her.

"Bang!"

The old woman fell from the chair to the ground. The sound was not loud, and the injury was not serious.

But when the man squatted down again to observe the old woman's condition, he found that she was dead.

The poor old woman's eyes were wide open, and the whites of her eyes were full of bloodshot. She even had blood vessels ruptured due to excessive panic.

She was not killed by the fall, but died of excessive fright.

She was frightened to death on the spot by the unknown monster lurking in the darkness under the cliff.

No one sympathized with her, and the man just felt a little sorry.

"Failed again. Maybe what is recorded in the book is false. No one can successfully reach the Fantasy Dreamland... Those who say they have reached the Fantasy Dreamland are just making up stories."

"Maybe they confuse ordinary dreams with the Fantasy Dreamland to deceive us.

So many days have passed, and I almost attracted extraordinary creatures. I haven't found anyone who can go to the Fantasy Dreamland, let alone a way to get there-"

He kicked the woman's head angrily, but almost tripped.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside, and not long after, another person pushed the door open.

"Jobia, haven't you given up your naive idea yet?"

"How could I give up? The dreamland is real, and it's not just a dream. Someone got rich after taking out a huge piece of priceless ore from there. Don't you want to go there?"

"As long as we find a way to enter that place in our dreams... we can realize all our wishes."

"We no longer have to be inferior to others and endure the ugly faces of those disgusting nobles and capitalists."

Jobia said, and became inexplicably angry again.

His companion looked at the dead man on the ground and stammered: "Maybe, we can use some extraordinary power."

"Oh?"

"I have secretly seen some people use abilities that we can't use at all. Their power is far beyond our imagination. If we ask them for help, we may get clues."

"And those groups that can solve our problems are called [Dream Catchers]."

Jobia finally looked at his companion: "How do you know all this?"

"I..."

His companion seemed to want to say something, but was suddenly pushed to the ground. Not long after, a man in white walked out from behind the wall.

"He said he was peeking, do you think we can't find it? With our means, of course, we will follow you directly and see what you want to do."

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