They all call me the Outer God

Riya poked its skull to soothe its dispensable brain. ♦♦  ♦♦

"Let me think, how many fish skins can be exchanged for the skin of the extraordinary creature outside? I wonder if you can add up enough. If not, we can find another way."

As he said, he crushed the fish skull in his hand, whose upper and lower jaws were still opening and closing, and began to use the brain of this fish to exchange the skins of other fish.

The ability of forced exchange is certainly useful, but the premise is that Riya must be stronger than the target of the transaction, and it is necessary to be 100% sure that the given items belong to him or have the means to make them belong to him.

When executing a transaction, only objects of equal value can be exchanged, unless Riya is much stronger than the other party or the other party's will is too weak, then non-equivalent objects can be exchanged.

The most important point is the "communication" of the transaction. In order to exchange things, the [black trader] must personally express the demand for the transaction in words. If he cannot speak, the transaction cannot begin.

Riya does not know how other black traders use their abilities, but at least his ability has such rules.

Such an ability sounds extremely limited, but after all, Riya is only at the stage of meme nine now, and there is still a lot of room for the development of such extraordinary power as forced transaction execution in the future.

For a long time in the future, it can still be regarded as a very powerful skill.

"The fishman outside looks difficult to deal with, so why not test its depth first."

Riya weighed the fish wrapped in layers of fish skin in his hand, poked the wooden board of the carriage with his cane, and suddenly exerted force in the direction of the fishman's head.

"Pah!!!"

The wooden board was pierced by the cane, and the fishman also suddenly tilted to the right as if he had noticed something, looking at the stick that suddenly rushed out of the carriage in shock.

If its movements were a few minutes slower, I'm afraid there would be an extra hole behind its head.

"Good reaction."

The cane was retracted into the carriage again, and the fishman's breathing was unstable, and the gills opened and closed faster. It tried to look at the scene behind from the extra hole. At first, it was dark inside, and the outlines of many fish could be vaguely seen.

But without exception, they all lost their fish skins, and their dull eyes looked at the darkness in the air, as if they were telling something.

Just as the fishman frowned, a golden pupil suddenly appeared in the round hole, and the pupil shrank into a needle-like shape, then slowly expanded, and a layer of light red iris wrapped it.

The eye blinked.

A voice came from the carriage.

"Mr. Coachman, are you willing to exchange some freshly peeled fish skins - with your own skins."

The fishman frowned even more tightly, and it intuitively felt that the eye was unusual. Under the gaze of the eye, its subconscious mind kept urging it to agree.

But these things could not affect its mind at all. The fishman was confused for a moment, and then he woke up instantly.

At this time, the golden eyes in the carriage also disappeared, and there was a loud noise instead. The door behind the curtain was crushed by someone, and the fishman who was unable to react was kicked out, and fell heavily from the high-speed carriage to the ground, rolling more than ten times before stopping.

Riya got out of the carriage and tied the curtain to the broken thorns at the bottom of the door to prevent more fish from slipping out.

Breathing fresh air again, he took a deep breath, directly controlled the reins to turn, and picked up the whip beside him to drive the horses covered with fish scales to run towards the fishman.

"You!"

The fishman looked at the scene in front of him and stood up from the ground. At this time, it was too late to dodge, so he simply opened his flippers and tried to grab the two horses.

But Riya didn't give him this chance.

The dark shadow instantly extended from under the shadow of the carriage, and countless tentacles twisted and approached the fishman, tightly wrapped around him from behind, and then the surface of those tentacles began to secrete strong acid, and white smoke rose instantly with a "sizzling" sound.

The fishman was also unable to react in time to such a sneak attack, and was completely crushed by the two horses and the carriage.

"Crack--"

The originally intact fishman was instantly squeezed flat, and the excess white meat accumulated on both sides into abscesses.

At this time, Riya stopped the carriage, jumped off the carriage, and leaned down to look at the fishman.

"It seems that this customer is not very receptive to our products, but everything can be negotiated... Now it's almost a minute, what do you think?"

"Gu!" Little Shiwaer wrapped the fishman tightly, almost strangling his tentacles into his bones.

The fishman tried to twist his body, but couldn't move, and immediately wanted to cry without tears.

"I really can't change the fish skin. How could I have thought that you were a superhuman? If I had known earlier, I would not have dared to attack you even if I had a hundred courages."

"Really can't negotiate anymore?"

"My lord, the skin is really not something that can be exchanged casually!"

"Well, let's change the direction of the transaction and exchange your position as a coachman."

"Just one position?"

The fishman rolled his eyes and felt that Riya was hopeless. He actually wanted to be a coachman when he had nothing to do.

Even if he let him sit there, what would happen? When he recovered, he would sell the superhuman back.

Many people would be willing to pay for a superhuman that could resist rain erosion and study it, so this trip would not be in vain.

So, almost impatiently, the fishman agreed to Ria's conditions.

Ria smiled.

The fishman was stuffed into the back of the car, along with a pile of skinless fish and a fish with only skin. He was not sure whether he would be sold.

The rainstorm continued to pour down from the sky.

The fishman in the back was fascinated by his fictional future and immersed in it. He held the fish around him and wrapped himself up, as if they were 999% pure gold.

"Gold... All gold, all my gold!"

"Yes, all your gold."

Riya listened to the voice of the fishman in the car, simply echoed him, and then raised the whip and rushed to Grani Town.

Where the horse's hooves passed, a splash of water and silver scales splashed.

Late at night, the rainstorm in the sky stopped again, and little Sval also changed from a sheet of material that blocked the rain back to a fat four-legged "owl".

It lay in Riya's arms and found a comfortable position to look at the stars. When it was hungry, it used its tentacles to grab two food from behind. Although these things were very unpalatable to it, it was much better than nothing.

The host also fell asleep at this time, and from his facial expression, it seemed that he had a nightmare again.

But when it wanted to wake up the host, Riya suddenly opened his eyes.

"Gu?" Little Shiwa tilted his head and turned it downward 270 degrees.

"I'm fine..."

It was not a good idea to always travel in such a monotonous way. Riya held his forehead and knocked on the outer layer of the carriage: "Are you still awake?"