They All Call Me an Outer God

Draw the protagonist, praise wealth and trade, and praise [Black Businessmen]

Welcome to Granny Town, I am Xiao Si from the hotel. I love my job very much. From catching fish to making dishes, this series of processes and crafts makes me feel happy from the bottom of my heart. I like this peaceful life very much. Until that day, a strange person suddenly came. She is crazy! It's a monster! After she came, everything changed~ The heavy rain overnight enveloped the entire town, and groups of fishmen appeared in the rain! The hotel guests, neighbors, children, him, them... Pine cone-like fish scales began to appear on their bodies, and fangs began to grow in their mouths! It was she who brought the disaster! It was she who brought the heavy rain! She will the villagers... No, No? No, no, no. No, she is a messenger of God! How could I have had such unclean thoughts before? This is a sin! I should repent to the Lord of the winds and the abyss. I should sacrifice this dirty body to the gods to gain eternal life! Praise to [ambiguous vocabulary]! … My Lord is protecting us! Ever since the messenger came to the hotel, there has been a steady supply of food. Yes ~ ingredients! Life is really getting better and better, and I look forward to the guests enjoying the dishes I cook every day. Whether it is a fish head, a fish body, or a fish tail. Many foreign guests often stay in hotels. But today's guests are really picky. The fish needs to be grilled and filleted, only medium rare, fragrant but not greasy, and there must be other accompaniments. In this case, I will make the most perfect dish for them. Under their expectant eyes, I opened the top of the dinner plate, revealing the fragrant and tempting fish fillet, the famous Tsar Salad, and dessert after the meal. Every dish on the plate is the signature of the hotel, and there has never been a negative review. "Ahhh!" The two guests screamed in horror. "You... You killed someone!" "This is human flesh. It's human flesh!" They fled in panic, as if there were man-eating beasts here, but the door to the room had long been locked. Maybe they have mental problems themselves. The dishes I cook are so delicious, how can they tolerate such slander! I walked step by step under their fearful eyes, "What a delicious food fishmen are~" "Beautiful fingers, matched with red nails." "Freshly peeled off face with bright red lips." "The brain is like cheese, the best dessert after a meal." "Eat it, eat it~" "Eat it, and we will be the same kind." I laughed and kindly fed the dishes I made to the guests. I think no hotel can be so considerate. "Stay..." "Stay." "Become a believer in my Lord." This exquisite feast successfully aroused the interest of the messenger, and she clapped her hands repeatedly. She said that I am special. Under the rain of my Lord, almost no one can stay sane. I am naturally special. Since I became a believer in our Lord, I have discovered that the world is so beautiful. There is not so much emotional turmoil, and there is no despair and pain. I once thought that consecrating myself to the Lord would be my final destination. However, a sudden fire burned down the hotel and I lost my job. In the fire that filled the sky, I gradually woke up. Fear crazily occupied my brain, and memories of the past emerged one after another. I looked at my hands in horror, which were stained with the blood of the villagers, and screamed heartbreakingly. "What have I done these days!" Anger, despair, and hatred swallowed me up. "It's her! It's her!" I ran in the sea of ​​​​fire, looking for the woman who pulled me into the abyss. A burst of taboo-like prayers sounded in my ears, and countless murlocs murmured mysterious names repeatedly. ——Found her! I tore her apart like crazy, gnawing at her with my teeth in pain. ——She turned me into what I am today, into a monster! She seemed to be in a daze, unaware of the outside world, and allowed me to bite her. When I found this controlled madman, it was like I had a telepathy. I raised my head and caught the blurry figure with my eyes. ——The figure turned and left holding the lamp. At the same time, there was also the taboo name. "Riya Kercha" In the hotel, I dragged my tired body to the mirror and looked at myself. The clothes are in tatters and there are burns everywhere. The appearance of the fishman seems to have never appeared before, and the scars all over the place remind me all the time that all of this is real. Praise to Riya Kercha! Praising Him is a subconscious move on my part. He is the savior of the world and the god who destroys evil! I didn't know what to call Him, or even if He could hear me. He suddenly appeared like this, and then turned around and left when everything ended. Let the fire rage all over the sky, burning the fishmen everywhere. I modified the ritual text of the Lord of the Wind and the Abyss, hoping to pray with it and use it as inner comfort. But still fear His blame. ——Will He accept a believer with blood on his hands to pray to Him? I feel ridiculous about my naive and stupid behavior. How could the great and unknown Him pay attention to an ordinary Xiaosi. I closed my eyes and prayed devoutly to the great One, asking for His protection. "The heretic resurrected from the unknown country," "Through the vast time and space," "The god of trade fell into the gathering of monsters," "The black-feathered angel protects the weather," "The golden eye will grant eternal life." "The unclean believers offer you gifts," "All the mermaids here will Become your property." "And your humble believer repented to you and prayed for a chance to atone for his sins." "If you are willing to forgive me, let me, this poor guy, find a job again." Perhaps I gained inner peace, which made me forget the pain of the fire in my body, and the noise in my ears disappeared, as if I was in the gap of time stasis. I slowly opened my eyes, feeling a little sad. ——The villagers who are not completely contaminated can still come back. ——But those fishmen have long been controlled. ——But never come back. I opened the door of the hotel and was preparing to deal with the murlocs who were burned to death yesterday. Suddenly, I stared around in shock. ——All the fish-man corpses have disappeared. ——As if it had never existed. The benevolent Lord of Trade has collected my murlocs! Yes, this is the name given by my Lord! He exists and is real! He is not my imagination. I knelt down at the door with excitement and piety, regardless of the strange eyes of the villagers when they looked at me. They seemed to have forgotten everything that had happened in the past few days. Some people gathered in twos and threes and said they saw a fish as tall as a man walking on the street, but they thought it was food poisoning and hallucinations. ——They won't understand. All this experience is like a dream, but it is clearly reflected in my mind, and I am the only one who still remembers it. I am very afraid that this is just a bizarre dream, and I am very afraid that when I wake up, I will go back to that heavy rain festival. Tonight is so difficult. The first ray of morning sunlight gradually rose, and a letter appeared on the front desk of the hotel. There is no sense of dissonance, as if it has always been there, just undiscovered. ——This is a letter. A letter of introduction.

Draw a picture of Riya and praise the Lord of forced buying and selling

Draw a mascot to praise classmate Gang Bong'er

Praise for trade

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Adults came by and took a look at our little book... The writing is very fluent, and the interaction between the protagonists is also very friendly (referring to the father's kindness and son's filial piety). It is a lot to write more than 700,000, and there is almost no male bonding (I personally don't feel it), and it is also very friendly to female readers😭🙏🏻

"Recommended Copywriting" If you travel from the real world to the mysterious world and try to trace your memory, you will find that you have suffered from pollution disease. So, when in another dark night shrouded in strange fog, you desperately collect faith with the help of the light of the red moon - Can you finally cure the pollution disease and make the "eyes" in your body disappear? "Work Information" Book Title: "He All Calls Me an Outer God" Author: Eat Fish with Eyes Closed Type: Science Fiction·Apocalyptic Crisis Tag: Cthulhu Authority No heroine Number of words: 200,000 words Status: Serial Recommendation index: ★★★☆☆ (3/5) "Brief description of the work" The novel begins with the protagonist Li Ya traveling from the real world to the mysterious world and becoming Riya Kercha. It tells the story of Riya Kercha who learns that she is suffering from a pollution disease and collects faith in the mysterious world to regain her strength. "Reason for Recommendation" The novel is based on the journey of the protagonist Riya Kercha to collect faith. Starting from Riya Kercha, a patient suffering from pollution disease wants to regain his strength by collecting faith. However, readers from God's perspective know that just as the title of the book suggests, this is a story about a still weak alien god collecting faith. The setting of the novel is novel and ingenious, and the world view and background are complete. The author uses his profound writing skills to render the plot to perfection, creating a strong atmosphere of horror and suspense that pulls the readers into the book, as if they have personally gone to that secret and unknown world. "Recommended Group" ❶Readers who like science fiction novels; ❷Readers who like Cthulhu novels; ❸Readers who like mystery and suspense novels. "Similar Recommendations" ❶"Bonfire Shelter Company" riding the little white goose backwards; ❷"I am really not a ghost story" Kawen Shuizhenjun; ❸"Provide mushrooms for a beautiful world! I am a fake author. {"TopicId":"847235287436099584","TopicName":"New book trial reading"}

The Outer God is so good-looking, I thought it had pretty good results and kept it (huh?), But now I can no longer keep it 😭 Automatic subscription is opened, and the monthly pass is given to you. I have also invited many friends from all over the world to read it. I hope this book can continue to be written, and I also hope that people who eat fish can update more. After two months of keeping it, it tied up in one day. It is not enough to read, it is really not enough to read.

This is for book lovers to refer to when analyzing the plot. We will update it when new ones come out later. Welcome to add (╹▽╹ ) ①The shining sun The new star in the land of life and death, the center of all things' pursuit, cutting the day and night with flames, I am waiting endlessly, praising the rising sun, giving gifts to the rising sun, becoming the rising sun. ②Lord of the Wind and the Abyss The nightmare resurrected from the bottom of the extremely cold abyss, In the endless sea of ​​darkness, The God of Fertility who fell to the ground with no bones left, The hurricane swallowed up all unclean life, The abyss brought eternal life, Praise the wind and the abyss. ③The Faceless God The supreme soul whispering in the depths of chaos, The uninhibited wanderer who wanders around the world to witness the faceless creatures, The dark truth that rebuilds the bliss of nothingness and gives the joy of sinking, the incarnation of desire, We sing the praises of desire, offer flesh and blood, praise the faceless. ④The Lord of Trade, Riya Kercha The supreme soul whispering in the depths of darkness, The uninhibited wanderer who wanders around the world to witness the intoxication of gold and paper, The dark truth that rebuilds the bliss of nothingness and gives the joy of sinking, the incarnation of desire, We praise desire, give gold as a gift, and praise trade. ⑤The Crimson Mother The Musician of Death on the gloomy earth, The Spider Mother, The Heaven of the Dead under the shadow, The mirror image is reversed to reveal the true color of the full moon, Everyone praises the Crimson Heroic Spirit. ⑥Atrak Nakoa The connecting road in the immortal dream, The mother of spiders wandering through reincarnation, The weaver of reality and illusion, When we shout the name of nightmare, the day of black and red destruction will eventually come.