They all call me the Outer God

Habits are really a terrible thing.

Riya continued to interpret various magic tricks. He had heard of a magic trick that could turn white paper into banknotes, which sounded as incredible as alchemy.

However, magic is always fake. Maybe one day it would be possible to turn white paper into banknotes with extraordinary means, although doing so would easily lead to inflation.

"It won't be a problem to just print a little bit, and the fake money can highlight the nature of 'black heart' when spent."

Riya decided to find time to study these. He did this just to stabilize the meme, but it was also easy to be caught.

Doctors might save a disordered person who did nothing, but if this disordered person violated the law, I think the doctor would not be able to save his patient on the surface.

"I also think too far ahead. If there is such an extraordinary ability, Endles would have been in chaos long ago. Let's talk about it when we have time."

Riya decided not to think about these for the time being, but began to think about Ilinte's meme.

The Zoramu people have special physiques, and among them there is a person suffering from contamination. If nothing unexpected happens, she may even have her own meme card.

Even so, the doctor still approached her in a friendly manner. It can be seen that the characteristics of Ilinte have aroused great interest in the plague doctor. Bruna probably also wants to witness the encounter between the curse and the contamination, and see which side will win.

If the curse wins, Ilinte will quickly become a zombie and look for the skin of a living person. On the contrary, if the contamination wins, the curse is broken and she returns to normal.

"Thinking of this, I am looking forward to it."

Riya's own eyeballs are mutated pollution and cannot be used as a direct reference for the symptoms of contamination. Therefore, he is interested in other people's symptoms.

Observe more about how others interpret memes, and he can avoid many detours when interpreting.

"It's just unclear what kind of meme Ms. Ilint is."

"If she joins the Disordered, will the doctor give her a card with a back pattern?"

Riya lay down on the bed, his thoughts getting farther and farther away, and soon he fell into a deep sleep. Little Shival stretched out a tentacle from his hat, turned off the light, blinked his glowing golden eyes, and gradually fell into a dream.

It stands to reason that Riya would see reality after entering a dream, but this time he dreamed of something else.

The moment he woke up from his dream and looked at the mythical creature, Riya knew that there was definitely something wrong with this dream.

"Why are you here?"

"Gu Hu!" Little Shival had a dream for the first time, and he saw Riya as soon as he opened his eyes. It flew directly to Riya's shoulders and hugged his head with its tentacles.

Riya didn't care about it for the time being, or rather, he didn't have time to care, because the current situation forced Riya to distract his attention to the surrounding environment.

He was in an extremely dark space, where countless flying insects were flying around. In the absence of light, Ria opened his golden eyes, which allowed him to vaguely distinguish the infrared outlines of those flying insects.

At that moment, Ria was a little dazed, because the insects flying around were not special beetles. In fact, they also made a "buzzing" sound that could only be heard when beetles flapped their wings.

These guys were moths, and their wings alone were as big as an adult's palm. When they flew, scales fell like a blizzard. The ground under Ria's feet was covered with scales, and it made a "crunching" sound when he stepped on it.

And it was very soft, abnormally soft.

Ria was silent for a moment, squatted down and used his tentacles to clean the ground a little.

Now, he saw that in addition to scales, there were countless human bones on the ground.

These were zombies, their dry and decaying skins were tightly attached to their dehydrated flesh, and their eyes were uneven, like deflated red dates.

Riya had stepped on the belly of a zombie before. Their belly was a little bulging, and it must have been filled with rotten gas. When the tentacles pulled away the scales, the zombie below turned its eyes and looked at him.

"Run..."

"Run quickly..."

"Stay away from here... Stay away from the flying insects..."

The zombies were warning him, but they were soon covered by the new scales produced by the moths flapping their wings.

The symbols on the wings of the moths were different, and a moth with a golden "15" symbol stood out among them. Its wings were full of tiny eyes, which controlled it and made it fly from a distance to Riya, as if it wanted to take Riya away from here.

However, on the way here, it seemed to be affected by something, and its body gradually fell apart. In the end, only some insignificant eyeballs were left scattered in the scales, and they could no longer be seen.

The dream ended here--

When Riya woke up again, it was already dawn.

"Bang, bang, bang."

He sat up, and the frequency of his heartbeat was obviously abnormal.

"Why did I have such a dream? What is it telling me to escape from?"

"Gu." Little Shival peeked out of his hat with sleepy eyes, stretched out his tentacles to open the closed curtains, and let the morning sun in.

It was obvious that he had the same dream as Ria, and the virtual scales made him want to sneeze all the time.

"Morning." Ria got up and tidied herself up, putting the hat on her head, and Little Shival was also put in.

He chose to continue sleeping in a small area formed by the hat and furry hair, while Ria continued to think about the meaning of the dream.

"Someone is telling me to run away, but those moths are clearly in a state of showing supernatural characteristics in the Zoramu District. I'm already in Cabelan Street now, where can I escape to?"

He didn't quite understand, but then he wondered if this dream was foreshadowing something.

Precognitive dream?

"My meme doesn't have this ability, but other patients... Prophet? No, the prophet can only make verbal predictions."

Riya wiped his face that had just been washed, picked up the lenses and prepared to put on his glasses, but at that moment, he suddenly thought of a meme related to "dreams" -

"Dream Catcher."

"Ms. Ilint's meme is a dream catcher?

She is reminding me not to wade into this muddy water...but I'm afraid it's difficult. Since I stepped into this area, something has been eyeing me."

The moth numbered "15" may not only target Riya, but all things related to the supernatural here.

"Experimenting on moths, making them experimental animals and then releasing them, attaching them to zombies, the brain circuits of scientists are getting more and more confusing."

"Hey, my brain is not suitable for studying these twists and turns, I'd rather focus on economics."

After all, politicians and capitalists will sooner or later be above everyone else.