They all call me the Outer God

And the lady also curled up her mouth corners, grinning brightly, her mouth full of sharp fangs.

She lovingly stroked the people covered with fish scales on the ground, and the sound of her nails scratching the scales was particularly clear in the rain.

For some reason, she did not notice Ria standing in front of the window. After collecting enough bighead carps, she left the place, carrying a heavy net in her hand, and decided to sell the extra fish to various places in Grani.

Ria looked at the disemboweled "fish" that twitched from time to time in the rain for a long time, and sighed slightly.

He no longer paid attention to them, turned around, closed the curtains and lay on the bed. As long as he closed his eyes, the darkness would isolate everything that affected his mind.

The rain stopped again.

The "fish" returned to their original state, and the zombies returned to their residence like sleepwalking and fell asleep. The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and a crescent moon was in it.

The next day.

The person on the other end of the intercom still asked Ria what kind of breakfast she needed, and this time Ria answered that she needed fish.

The other party no longer cared whether he was allergic to fish. When Ria opened the door, the plate was filled with fragrant fried fish, and the edge of the plate was decorated with mustard.

"They actually made the fish like this."

Ria was asked to eat a bite of fish in front of him, and he did it.

However, the food was still handled by Little Shival, and the mythical creature would find a place to store these "wastes" and "sell" them when there was a chance.

According to the host, there is no waste in the world, and everything has its value.

Little Shival felt that this sentence was very right, and even regarded it as the golden saying in his life.

Because this sentence means that Ria thinks it is not waste.

Ria has it in her eyes.

"Gu!" Little Shival couldn't help but shout excitedly in his non-existent heart, watching Ria close the door, and then hide all the fish on the plate.

About half an hour later, someone took away the plate, and Ria also left the hotel when it was dawn and there was no rain outside.

He found Style sleeping on the floor in the Baixel Tavern again. Style half-raised his body with sleepy eyes: "Good morning, how did you sleep last night?"

"Very exciting."

"Really!? What did you do last night?"

When Style mentioned this, he immediately became energetic and tried to hear some pleasant content from Leah, but what Leah said next was very different from what he imagined.

"Eat people."

"Ah...ah? Ah!? Don't scare me!"

"I'll show you something and you'll understand."

As he said this, Leah asked Little Swar to put the hand of the person from yesterday into his pocket, and he took the hand out of his pocket.

"Is this a vegetable leaf or a hand?"

"It must be a hand - but where did you get the hand?"

"It was a friendly gift from the hotel."

Leah told Style about what happened yesterday, omitting some unnecessary things about himself. After the story, Style's face turned pale.

"My prophecy can only predict one result. I can't predict this thing, but you said that the fish for the rain festival came from this way... dug out from the stomach of a person!?"

"I have seen fish in the stomach of a mule."

Riya pondered for a moment: "How should I put it? Grani Town belongs to the plains and is not particularly wealthy, but the fish industry is so developed.

Those bighead carps have obvious characteristics of marine fish. Has anyone really suspected where the fish they usually eat come from?

Or did someone know, but lost their memory after the sudden heavy rain."

When walking on the Guserron Plain, those animals turned into fish after being rained on, and it seemed as if nothing had happened after the weather cleared up. Riya has reason to suspect that the rain has the same effect on people.

After hearing his explanation, Style sat up from the mattress: "You mean the people here have been affected by the heavy rain for so many years?"

"Yes, the heavy rain paralyzed people's spirits, making them accustomed to these things. Even if someone noticed something was wrong, the mucus of the extraordinary creature fishman can also play the same role. Think about it carefully. Is this the first time you have heard of such a thing?

Is it possible that you have been affected by the rain or mucus without knowing it, paralyzing your brain, and then getting used to everything that happens here.

I heard that a railway was built here. Ha, use trains to transport these fishmen and fish to all parts of the world?"

Riya rubbed the silver handle of the cane with his hand, and Style finally realized the seriousness of the matter. He covered his head and tried to recall some key points from his memory, but he couldn't remember them no matter how hard he tried.

"Is it the [idiot] meme that stopped me from thinking?"

"Maybe?"

Riya couldn't help but be curious: "The simplicity of meme interpretation must have its disadvantages. Are you really so eager to achieve Meme 8? What will happen after that? Meme 7 doesn't have a second [idiot] for people to choose.

And how did you think of choosing it?"

"Did you choose it, or did it choose you?"

"These questions are not something I can answer, Kercha."

Style's face was full of bitterness: "Sometimes, it's easier to know nothing. You see, become an idiot in advance, and then you don't have to think about anything randomly, and no matter how bizarre things are, they can't affect me."

"You have a point."

Riya agreed deeply. He has left the hotel now. It might be a good choice to hide in the tavern for a few days. There are people to keep company, and there is no shortage of good wine and music.

But sometimes running away doesn’t solve any problems. Even if a person does nothing, trouble will still find him along the scent like a snake spitting out its core.

“Remember the legend about the rain festival we heard before?”

It was raining heavily, and people lit a big fire and poured strong liquor to disperse the dark clouds and welcome the sun.

"Legends always embellish the facts. If we apply the current situation to that legend, do you think it will develop like this?

For a period of time, dark clouds covered the sun, and the sun disappeared for many years. Heavy rains continued, houses were flooded, crops failed, fruit trees rotted and became infested with insects, and extraordinary creatures appeared.

People and livestock turned into fish, and there was no food to eat, so in those days - fish ate people, people ate fish, and fish ate fish.

It was the saints who came from outside who discovered the suffering and prayed to the shining sun and offered sacrifices to dispel the dark clouds.

The saints called on their companions to gather together and summon the holy fire of the rising sun to raise the flames, but the flames were always extinguished by heavy rain. At this time, the saints poured some kind of wine used for sacrifice into the fire and burned themselves as a sacrifice.

The raging fire instantly rose and evaporated all the rain and dark clouds, and the sun shone on the land again.

But the heavy rain always came again, and the fish people did not disperse because of this..."