They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 292 It’s hard to tell the truth from the false
"Did you enjoy the tea party I hosted? I originally wanted to turn all the witches into 'me,' but unfortunately, I now desperately need an audience to appreciate my masterpiece."

So I chose you, isn't that a pleasant surprise? But don't get too excited—after all, I just randomly pick people, and you just happen to be that lucky one.

Lia sat down at the table with a smile. The empty teapot fell to the side, and the teacup rolled to the ground with a "gurgle". Fortunately, the lawn acted as a buffer, so it did not shatter immediately.

"Finally, finally, the result of that meeting last time—I mean, the meeting that just ended a few minutes ago—was:"
We are going to find the first knight, and we are going to tell the Order Society everything they want to know.

In the end, it was 'us' who sacrificed ourselves to obtain a little information about that foolish sun.

"You say...aren't we quite dedicated? As for who this 'we' is, isn't it obvious?"

Everyone chuckled, seemingly unconditionally agreeing with every word he said.

"Hephaestus!" Winnie gritted her teeth, wishing she could tear the person in front of her apart, but she couldn't find a target to tear apart.

This person's consciousness is like an unsolvable curse, leaving one utterly helpless.

In fact, she wronged Hephaestus this time, because that consciousness had been attached to the body of the previous mental patient, squatting on the ground counting mushrooms.

Everything that followed was done by Ria using the authority of the Faceless God.

Ria could easily do the same thing as Hephaestus and shift all the blame onto him. The difference is whether he wants to or not. He could even directly falsely accuse a mental patient of having completely lost consciousness.

In order to perform, Ria resorted to any means necessary, but even so, using the power of the Faceless Ones was too physically demanding for him, and he couldn't sustain it for long.

"So this is what it feels like to have the power to influence others... You really went to great lengths to give me this authority."

Lia smiled as she looked at the patient, observing his rather helpless expression.

His expression seemed to say, "You've finished all the lines I had to say and the things I had to do, so what's next for me to say?"

Ria's behavior was so drastically different from before that the clone began to feel disoriented, wondering if the Ria in front of it was real, or if it was also a clone created by the original body.

As expected of the new Faceless God, even many of his avatars were astonished by his methods. At this moment, with Ria standing here, no one could tell the difference between him and Hephaestus.

Even the clone itself doubts whether it's real or not, and that the person in front of it is the real one.

"..."

The real clone stood up and took a few steps toward Ria, tears streaming down its face.

He staggered as he walked, and suddenly, the man began to laugh wildly, completely out of place.

The laughter sounded like cheers for discovering a wonderful play, like shouts of joy for winning the grand prize in a lottery, or like the extreme joy of suddenly discovering a favorite game when bored out of one's mind.

He turned to look at the only audience member present—the poor girl was almost scared out of her wits.

"Isn't it surprising? This person always brings us new surprises. This is what a deity we worship should be like—we chose him for a reason."

Compared to those gods who have no thoughts and only sleep all day, Ria is much more interesting, which is one of the reasons why his clones often go to "play" with him.

"How did you manage to be more like the original than me, to the point that I felt physically uncomfortable and wanted to kill you right in front of me... Just kidding, to possess such abilities in a mere Meme 6, I can hardly see through you." "You're an idiot, what insights could you possibly have?"

Lia said disdainfully, "What do you mean 'like the original body'? You have a personality like your clone that wasn't assigned to the original body, yet you still complain? Why don't you reflect on yourself?"

"A useless clone has no reason to exist. I might as well devour it. Then I'll definitely kill the real Hephaestus, including you in the process, and then I'll be the original!"

He spoke to the clone's face about the idea that only other clones could exist, which made the clone's doubts grow stronger.

The clone stared intently at his face: "You should be Ria Kercha, not the real person. When did you gain a new consciousness?"

"There's no need to tell you any of this. Your mission is complete, and you're no longer of any use."

Furthermore, when have we ever needed your consent to kill you?
"Isn't making me happy the most important thing?"

Ria tapped the ground lightly with her silver-handled cane, and tens of thousands of tentacles coalesced into tentacles that swallowed her whole, from which came wails and the piercing sound of flesh being corroded.

A moment later, a tentacle carrying some coins reached out to Ria and caught them.

The money was on the man's person; if they were to be killed, the money would need to be taken beforehand, which was rather troublesome.

At this moment, the black tentacles handed over a meme card in addition to the coins. Ria glanced at it casually and realized that this person was a meme idiot.

"I knew it, he really does like idiots as always... Besides, this clone doesn't seem to be very rich."

"When will they be able to become collectively wealthy?"

Ria put the things away, then watched as the creature in front of her mutated into a superhuman being. Before it could grow up, Little Swarth transformed into a dragon and swallowed it whole.

After doing all that, it transformed back into its tentacles and retreated into the shadows.

As for Ria, time was running out. The witch's tea party was indeed organized by them, and Ria only decided to take control of them when it was almost over. At times like this, Ria couldn't help but admire Hephaestus.

Controlling others is far more difficult than imagined, and at this moment, his mind is filled with a jumble of chaotic voices and thoughts.

Lia must remain unaffected by them, and also prevent the possessed party from suddenly developing independent thoughts and indiscriminately killing people.

"This is probably Hephaestus's weakness. With a weakness, things become easier."

Ria couldn't help but feel pleased with his victory, but then he couldn't help but think of the Plague Knight.

Hephaestus was not lying; those clones were indeed constantly searching for the Plague Knight, but it was hard to say whether their purpose was to quell the disaster or to add fuel to the fire.

Believers are a rare commodity, but they are also a double-edged sword.

Lia knew she was no match for them and could only join them temporarily.

(End of this chapter)