They all call me the Outer God

Chapter 75 Praise - Lord of Trade

Little Shival squirmed his body and "broke out of the ground" from his neck, stretching out his tentacles to help Riya close the curtains.

"Swish--"

The room became completely dark.

...

Time seemed to have stagnated, and there were some sticky sounds in my ears, sticking together, obscure.

"Don't... anymore..."

"Don't sleep..."

"..."

"Don't sleep, look at what time it is!"

In a daze, a hurried female voice came into Riya's ears.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the ceiling above his head was still familiar yet unfamiliar.

The woman, who was about fifty years old, pushed open the door and looked at her son who was lying in bed, feeling a little helpless.

"Didn't you say that there was an important meeting to be held today? You can sit in the position of CEO and executive director and still dare to stay in bed.

When you were a child, you loved to sleep and were late for school every day. If it weren't for your good grades, the teacher would have fired you long ago. As a result, you still sleep when you grow up!

I tell you, today's employees scold their bosses fiercely. You can't guess how they will discuss you behind your back."

"Hurry up and get up. Eat something and go to the meeting right away. Mom made braised fish for you. If you don't get up, your dad will eat it all."

"...Okay."

Riya sat up from the bed, opened the curtains and looked out the window. It was sunny outside. I don't know when a picture of the sun was hung in the room.

There was a big smiley face painted on the surface of the sun.

Riya stared at the picture for a long time until her mother urged her again, and then she changed her clothes and left the room.

A middle-aged man was eating and watching TV in the living room. The woman saw the man's laziness and accused him of only knowing how to eat and not leaving some for the children.

Riya hurriedly said it was okay, and sat at the table looking at the fish on the table, and saw the painting of the sun on the wall of the living room again.

He didn't say anything, finished breakfast in a few seconds, and left home.

Before leaving, his mother asked him to buy some fish to cook after returning. Riya agreed casually and went out to the company.

He went to listen to the subordinates he trained holding a meeting for employees, during which he gave some of his own suggestions, and was responsible for making a brainwashing summary at the end, asking everyone to work hard, not forget their original intentions, and those who had opinions about the company should anonymously throw their opinions into the suggestion box.

Everyone said it was okay.

Riya also thought it was okay.

So as usual, everyone stood up and applauded. The meeting ended. Riya corrected some problems of his subordinates and left the company. At this time, it suddenly rained heavily outside.

He could have asked someone to drive him home, but today, for some reason, Riya was inexplicably uneasy.

The young man looked at the dark clouds in the sky, as if he was possessed. After someone drove him to a supermarket near his home, he asked the driver to leave and bought a bag of fish and walked home in the rain.

The rain in the sky was getting heavier and heavier, and the young man simply ran. The fish in the bag, which had been gutted, were still jumping around unwillingly, piercing a small hole in the bag, and blood oozing out.

The water on the ground had already spread to his calves. Riya sped up. He was about to take the next step when he suddenly remembered something.

He had stepped into the air in this place.

"..."

Riya changed another route, and nothing happened now.

He successfully returned home and knocked on the door. When his mother opened the door and saw that he was wet all over, she severely criticized him, and then hurriedly asked him to go into the house to change clothes. At this time, the sun painting in the living room had disappeared, replaced by an upside-down black ocean decoration painting.

"Has that painting always been there?" Riya pointed at the decoration painting, and his parents looked at him strangely.

"Didn't you buy this painting two days ago? And you hung it up yourself. You forgot it so quickly?

Tell me what you bought these things for. Is it beautiful? Is it beautiful? Tell me!"

"Haha, don't worry about those details - I've been too busy with work recently, and my memory is a bit wrong."

"That's not okay. You're not that old yet. How can your memory be worse than your father's?"

The mother took the fish to the kitchen, saying that she was going to grill fish for her husband and children. Soon, the smell of grilled fish wafted out of the kitchen.

Riya watched all this, returned to his room, and saw the reversed ocean decoration again. He sat on the bed and covered his head, feeling mixed emotions.

"I can't go back."

He thought.

No one knew which side he was referring to, and no one knew what this sentence meant.

But when his mother called him out for dinner, Riya still sat at the table and stretched out his chopsticks to eat the grilled fish in front of him.

…

“Ah!!!!”

A scream woke Riya up again, and those dreams that were hard to tell true from false also shattered like a mirror.

Little Swar squatted on Riya’s chest and played with his wings. After seeing Riya wake up, he became excited, flapped his wings and landed in front of the window, tapping the glass gently with his beak.

“Pah, pah.”

“Ah!” It turned around in front of the window, and Riya was puzzled by its abnormality, so he got up and came to the window——

There were people below.

It was a dense crowd of people.

Those people gathered together and discussed the three days of drowsiness, as if they had forgotten something.

Some people said that they seemed to see a big fish walking, and even saw two fish doing indescribable movements, but no one believed these nonsense.

They attributed all this to food poisoning and asked the hotel to give an explanation, but the hotel front desk naturally could not give one, and they also hesitated and could not explain it.

In the end, they attributed everything they did not understand to God's will.

"The Day of the Rain Festival is a special day. It must be the sun that cleansed us."

"That's right, praise the sun!"

"Praise the sun!!!"

"Praise trade!!!" Someone suddenly said something out of place.

Others looked at him: "Who is trade?"

"How should I know? Why bother so much? Just praise it.

"That's right, praise trade!!! "

The people who reappeared in Grani cheered, and the rain festival was over. The sky returned to normal, and the sun shone on their faces, making the people in the town look energetic.

The abyss took away their pollution, and without the pollution of rain and mucus, those who did not completely turn into fishmen would be resurrected to their original appearance.

Even the quarrels next door to Ria were heard again. It seems that the couple really likes to quarrel.

As for who is "trade"?

Ria will not tell them. They just praise the Lord of Trade and give their faith to him obediently.

"It turns out that the faith I forced from those people in their polluted state can still survive. It is really an unexpected gain."

He would not let those people just pronounce his name randomly, so he simply made up a title for himself. Of course, the title is only secondary. If he wants, he can compile a lot of them.