Chapter 165: Thousand-Layered Routine

Faceless, as the name implies, has no face and no facial features.

Logically, He has no vision, smell or taste, but He can see everything and all functions are completely normal.

"Maybe I can do it too." Riya thought about it and focused all his attention on the eyes on his body.

They share the same body with Riya, so there is no reason why Riya cannot communicate with them.

"I believe you can see things, just pass what you see to my mind now."

He talked to himself at the eyes on his arm, and those eyes blinked slowly, not understanding what he was saying at all, and just turned around in all directions out of boredom.

At this moment, the door of the room opened, and those eyes also turned in one direction in unison.

"Kercha, are you feeling better? You have been talking to yourself in the ward for three days. What white mask and what eyes... How can we let you leave the hospital smoothly if you are like this-"

"You talk too much."

Riya didn't even think about letting Little Shival chop up the man who was talking. He didn't want to talk to anyone who lied to him now, but tried every means to restore his sight.

In the dark, the body's sense of touch and hearing would be magnified countless times, and Riya stood on the floor and talked to the eyes on his body alone. Those eyes would not respond to him, but Riya was always very patient.

He tried to communicate with the eye on the back of his neck, which was very dangerous. Although this eye helped him many times, Riya still remembered that when he first came to this world, he wanted to destroy this guy, but it directly controlled his arm to prevent Riya from doing it.

Anyone who sees it will be polluted and eroded. No one has ever told Riya what it looks like. Riya himself can't see it, so he can only guess its appearance by feeling.

This eye once had a brief communication with Riya in his mind, so Riya also tried to call it in his mind with great concentration.

He seemed to be completely immersed in another area. This feeling was quite strange, as if his consciousness was completely independent and entered an independent and illusory space.

There, a huge pupil stood upright, and the pupil reflected Ria's reflection, but it did not communicate with the young man. They stared at each other quietly for a long time, but Ria spoke first.

"Maybe I think too much, there is no external consciousness to control you."

"No matter what I was like before, you are a part of me now, we are one, and I stopped myself from hurting you at the beginning, maybe I didn't want to cut off a piece of meat from my neck in my subconscious."

"In this case, don't you want to help me? Let's remove the white mask together and leave here completely when the disease is cured."

"I want to make a deal with you..."

He was communicating with that eye, and it seemed that he was communicating with his subconscious. After a long time, the golden eye slowly closed.

At that moment, Ria's momentum suddenly changed. He opened his eyes, and all the eyes in his body, including the eye on the back of his neck, disappeared, and his eyes turned into a complete pure gold.

Little Shival felt something was wrong in an instant. It screamed and wanted to attack Riya, but Riya grabbed it without hesitation, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it up and swallowed it into his throat.

He glanced at the surrounding environment and found that this was indeed a ward, but the ground was full of corpses of all sizes, and these corpses had no faces. Not only that, there was a person who had been sitting in the corner of the room for some time.

The man was wearing a black robe and a white face. It was unclear how long he had been sitting in the seat and observing Riya. When he saw Riya looking at him, he stood up slowly and took off his mask to show his friendliness.

Unlike the faceless people of others, this person has his own face.

His skin color is dark, and his half-long hair is slightly curled, just long enough to be draped over his shoulders. From his appearance, this person looks very much like an ancient Egyptian, with a strange temperament all over his body, which makes people feel scared and want to escape just by looking at him.

"Gaen."

Riya called out his name.

And Gaen also narrowed his eyes, spread his hands slightly downward.

"I can finally talk to you. Compared to that useless body, you are the real lord of trade as an eye. Praise trade... and facelessness."

"You want to split my consciousness?"

Riya stared at him motionlessly, and Gaen soon found that his body was becoming stiff, gray-white spread from his fingertips, and countless eyeballs appeared on the surface of that color.

"I have long noticed that you appeared nearby. You want to make me collapse, and even want to distort my meme. How can I be your opponent now... So I have no choice but to use the power that is usually difficult to use.

Since you can let so many believers die, why don't you die?"

Riya's thinking is now distorted. He no longer thinks like usual, but acts completely according to the extraordinary will.

In other words, he is now inhuman.

It is dangerous to do this, and it may cause his thinking to never change back to the past, but Riya has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Some people think they can play with their prey in the palm of their hands, and Ria is also waiting for this moment, showing her weakest side, luring the enemy to appear, and then delivering a fatal blow when he least expects it.

"Your strength depends on the number of believers. The main meme idiot will become more and more brainless as the meme code grows. You need to share such things with believers to ensure your sanity.

Now you have nothing, believers, gods... How do you know that I didn't deliberately accept the prayer and priesthood? Who would refuse such a benefit that fell from the sky?

Don't you think this trick is interesting?"

As Riya said, he suddenly stretched out his hand to scratch Garen. Garen seemed to have noticed something and quickly dodged. Looking back, he saw that a huge crack had appeared in the area where he was originally.

The scratch ran through the entire wall, and the cut surface cut by an unknown force made a "sizzling" sound, and purple-black corrosive strong acid seeped out of it.

Before he could stand firmly, Riya raised his hand again, and countless sharp spikes rushed out from the ground, piercing the man in the middle from bottom to top, but Garen's body quickly turned into a dummy.

He grabbed the spike and broke it off, looking at the horribly corroded floor, and said with a sad smile: "There are still many patients here, are you sure you want to fight me here?"

"What you said seems to make sense."

Riya suddenly stopped, but before Garen could say anything, he suddenly used the spikes condensed from his tentacles to scratch strange marks on the ground.

"These people can't just sit there idle."