They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 243 I Like Disasters

It can't save everyone.

"I see!"

Within the consciousness space of the giant tree, the monster's phantom suddenly pierced through the writhing and hissing tentacles with its fingernails.

“I know what tricks you’re playing, Ria Kercha. You’re trying to fool me into thinking that the mythical creature is impersonating you, but there’s no need for that at all.”

"You two are one entity, inseparable. It could even be described as a split in your consciousness, so the one who was actually dealing with me just now was you, right?"

"But it's really pitiful that you've allowed yourself to drift away from the realm of humanity, without even retaining the appearance that a human should have. In a sense, you've been quite successfully parasitized by mythical creatures."

"Gu..."

The tentacles continued to writhe, and the crimson phantom showed a look of pity again. It wanted to stroke them, but after touching one of the tentacles, it suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The colors of these tentacles quickly faded, turning into a starry sky-like hue, with glimpses of nebulae slowly drifting within them.

Then, the tentacles completely disappeared, and the surrounding area became a starry sky-like realm.

Ivan stood in mid-air, exchanging a glance with the crimson phantom: "It wasn't easy to lure you here."

"The summoning rituals performed by Bucklowe imbue the summoned creatures with the personality of the caster, so I was wondering if I could deceive you in the same way."

I had Ria and Swarth act as bait to conceal the Red Moon, drawing your attention to them first, and then I would surprise you from behind.

"Isn't that a pleasant surprise?"

"call!!!"

He pulled out a huge scythe from behind his back and swung it in mid-air without saying a word. The scythe immediately cut through the crimson threads and the twenty-eight arms of the scarlet phantom.

Its eyes grew increasingly bloodshot: "You smell wrong... You are Key—"

“This is not the time for you to speak. You can speak normally, but now that you’re acting like Hephaestus, I can’t even imagine what I’ll hear from you.”

"Hahahaha, you hate him that much? To be honest, I didn't expect to see you here. You were once an investigator who was held in the highest esteem, a god-like figure among humans."

Even you, now that you've become like this, do you think you can kill me in your current state?

"How do you know I can't do it if you don't try? When I first became an investigator, everyone looked down on me, and now they can still look down on you."

You are merely a corrupted projection, not even worthy of being called a Red Moon clone. You cannot even inherit His will on your own; you can only pathetically change your personality according to the summoner's. What is there to be arrogant about?

"Insolent ants!"

"Even ants can defeat gods!"

Ivand raised his long scythe and rushed in front of the phantom. The silver blade drew a perfect arc in the air and went straight for the phantom's neck. It dodged quickly, but its limbs were still cut off by the scythe in more than a dozen pieces.

Each swing of the scythe seemed to harvest the flesh and blood of the crimson phantom as if cutting crops, but the crimson suddenly stopped resisting as if it had discovered something interesting, and just looked at Ivand's face with great interest.

“You are wasting your life force. This scythe is about to lose its physical form. You are struggling just to stand up... I’m curious, what are you working so hard for?”

"Fight to the death? This is just a consciousness; it's not a loss if it can be used to make you disappear."

"Charlie, you are the most freedom-loving person. It's hard to imagine hearing these words coming from someone who has been locked up in a cage all day and has only just escaped."

"If this consciousness disappears, how many more years will you be imprisoned by the very people you despise? Don't you understand that?" "Of course I understand."

"Then what do you mean? Don't tell me it's because of Ria Kercha."

"So what if they are? They are my students. Shouldn't a mentor set an example for his students and pave the way for their future?"

Ivand once had many students, but some betrayed him, some abandoned him, and some died. Gradually, his reputation as a mentor became a laughing stock in the eyes of some.

But when Ivand met Ria, he felt that Ria was different from the other students. Ria seemed to enjoy deceiving others, but in fact he would not do anything too outrageous to his friends, and even liked to make plans for others.

Moreover, Ria resembled his younger self, so Ivand decided to take a gamble, since living for so long had made many things boring.

He wanted to see how far this young man could go and whether he could keep his promise to rescue him from the dark and hopeless prison.

"Therefore, it doesn't matter if this consciousness disappears... He's already suffered enough, yet he still wants to fulfill his duty as a guard. This behavior could very well be fatal."

Understanding the meaning of guarding doesn't necessarily require personal experience. I wanted to show this child what the highest value of guarding is.

I will protect him, and I will protect all of Enderlus, just as I did before.

Nothing teaches better than hands-on experience.

Ivand recalled some past events, his gaze momentarily calm, but the phantom quickly shattered the illusion: "Do I need to remind you again what happened after that?"

“I know very well what happened afterward. If the original body is revived, those people will suffer the consequences of their actions.”

"Unfortunately, most of the people who came before are already dead."

"It's alright. I have the ability to pull them out and kill them thousands of times over, or even make them go through countless death cycles, but right now... it's you who should die."

With that, Ivan raised his scythe and slashed at Crimson with all his might. The blade tore through the void, even causing the entire space to tremble. The phantom blocked countless arms in front of it, and as expected, they were all annihilated into ashes.

At this moment, its face was devoid of any emotion, only an indifferent arrogance. The way it looked at Ivand was as if he were just a pitiful creature doing useless work, no different from any other creature.

This is probably the true face of God.

You're repeating the same mistakes... Charlie, you actually have high hopes for humanity.

Its next words were obscure and did not sound like human language at all. Humans could not describe the way it made the sounds or the distribution of the bytes in any words.

Just listening to them makes one want to set themselves on fire and burn them to ashes, wishing they could end their own lives on the spot.

The mythical creature was born... I wasn't in control at all... I merely... helped it, assisted its descent.

That thing... is unknown.

【disaster】

He is a disaster.

【…】

But I... like disasters.

"Haha ...

(End of this chapter)