They all call me the Outer God

"Eat.

Ria sighed.

As if a switch was pressed, the group of monsters swarmed forward and devoured their new kind. At this time, Ria finally couldn't help but found a trash can and vomited.

Finally, he wiped his mouth hard with his eyes red.

It seems that everything must have a degree. Originally, he wanted these monsters to be polluted by the eyes on the back of their necks, and then eaten one by one by the same kind, but obviously this delusional greed that could be achieved overnight was not realistic.

So disgusting.

Forget it today, continue tomorrow night.

Riya bid farewell to the monsters 'cordially' and planned to leave here and go back to her so-called home to sleep.

He put on the coat he was holding again and couldn't help but look up at the moon above his head - it was still shockingly red.

Although he felt uncomfortable now, his mood was surprisingly better.

"If I had a calendar, I would definitely write down today as a good day to go out."

Today is a really good day.

Ria left humming a little tune. The unknown tune mixed with the thickening fog and the scarlet moon seemed so strange.

The next morning, the first ray of sunlight passed through the cobweb-covered glass, illuminating all the dust in the wooden house.

Ria opened her eyes and stretched. Seeing that she was still in this room and had not traveled back, she felt a little disappointed and inexplicably panicked.

He got up and put on his clothes, found a mirror and took a few glances at it, and found that his appearance was indeed completely different from before.

The young man in the mirror looked to be no more than 18 or 19 years old, with a deep face, pale complexion and blue eyes. It looked like typical malnutrition and lack of sunlight.

In addition, the young man also had matte black hair and a pair of light gray-blue eyes, which surprised him a bit.

He thought the original eyes on his face should be golden, but they turned out not to be.

From this point of view, the golden eyes on the back of the neck and body really exist because of the pollution disease. Foreigners are foreigners after all, and they cannot be the same color as the original eyes.

"Although the eyes in the back are very practical, they are also a scourge. I have to find a way to get rid of them."

"Let's try it first."

After thinking about it, Riya took the fruit knife and pointed it at the back of his neck to see if he could cut it off, but just when he was about to take action, his arm suddenly seemed to be tied up and unable to move.

Riya gritted his teeth instantly, knowing that it was the virus that was stopping him. If this was the case, it meant that the method was feasible. Anyway, the worst result would be to lose his eyes and grow new ones. For him, there is no difference between one eye and a group of eyes. .

He insisted on taking action, and the virus insisted on stopping it.

Just when the two were in a stalemate, there was a knock on the door. Riya was busy fighting with her eyes and ignored it. Soon, the door lock was unlocked from the outside.

Mrs. Ste opened the door with a "snap", and then saw her tenant gritting his teeth and holding a knife, ready to kill himself.

She angrily kicked the door to the side. The loud sound frightened Riya so much that her fingers became unstable, and the fruit knife fell to the ground with a "clack".

"What are you doing! What do you think you are doing!!!"

Ria looked at the gray-haired old woman in confusion. She was holding a bag of fresh bread steaming out in her arms, and she looked particularly angry.

"I can't stand it anymore. Do you know whose house this is!? You're in the house and you're looking for trouble for me, right? Get out of here and don't leave me with any charges for the church to find an excuse to investigate. "

After she finished speaking, her anger had not completely dissipated. At this time, Riya still didn't know what she had misunderstood, so she quickly stepped forward to explain.

"I just want to cut off the mole on my neck, but it's not like I can't think of it."

As he was talking, Mrs. Ste suddenly took a few steps and walked around behind him. Leah wanted to stop her but it was too late.

He prayed that nothing would happen to Mrs. Sturt when she saw her eyes. Unexpectedly, the other party was even more angry: "Scoop, okay, scab, where is the scab? I think you look like a scab!"

She held onto the wall, took a few deep breaths, and then handed the bread to Riya.

"You owe me three months and five days' rent. I originally thought you were pitiful and didn't want to embarrass you too much, but now it seems you still need to be sent to an orphanage to work for a few months to calm down."

Riya didn't hear what she said after that. His mind was now occupied with the fact that the other party couldn't see his eyes behind him.

"Can you really not see it? Such an obvious thing, such obvious eyes behind me!"

"Golden, glowing eyes!"

Mrs. Sturt looked at him, and her eyes suddenly changed from anger to pity.

"Poor kid."

"How did you become like this? You can't stay bored in the house anymore. You need to be in contact with society and need to work."

"Look at yourself, you're delusional."

After saying that, she pulled the sluggish Riya downstairs. Riya was still a little uncomfortable with walking out of the dark environment into the sunshine.

But soon, he was attracted by the scene here.

It was obviously only morning, but at this time people had already left their dreamy gentle village to go out to buy breakfast. Those people were dressed in single clothes. Wensi Town is a remote town, so it was normal for people to dress like this.

In comparison, Riya's own coat seemed like a luxury item among the clothes of this group of people.

After Mrs. Ste took Ria downstairs, she asked him to help her look after the store downstairs, and strictly asked him to do a good job, otherwise he would not even think about leaving here.

She taught Riya how to stuff the dough into the oven and how to take it out without burning it and put it on a plate for people to choose from.

Of course, these were just the basics. She couldn't teach Riya how to make bread. It would be troublesome if the tenant, who seemed to have an abnormal brain, suddenly choked on the batter mixed with water on his face.

"No, you can't let him near the oven!"

Mrs. Sturt remembered that the oven was also dangerous, but when she turned around to look, Riya had already put half of her body into the oven.

Although there was no heat inside now, and Riya was just curious about the structure of the oven in this world, Mrs. Ste still pulled him down by his collar.

Her face at this time was definitely not pretty.

"You go to the store and I'll teach you how to sell things."

She walked to the stall. It was rare that her tenant was willing to come down and look at the shop, so she had to explain more to him.

"Remember, the price of a loaf of bread is 2 Swaar, adding butter and vegetables is 3 Swaar, adding sausage is 5 Swaar, there is no discount for buying more."

Riya was puzzled: "What is Swaar?"

He had never even heard of the monetary unit of this world.

Mrs. Sturt initially thought there was something wrong with Riya's brain, but now she confirmed her thoughts.

Her eyes became softer and softer, and she explained patiently with a kind smile: "That is the most basic currency. One hundred Swales can be exchanged for one le, one hundred le is one silver coin, and one hundred silver coins is one gold coin."