They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 337 Meme Zero

"If you can point it out, of course you can."

“I knew I was right.” Saler seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.

From the very beginning, he possessed extraordinary privileges. When the clear water turned pitch black, only he could open his eyes and watch everything, even though he couldn't see everyone's faces clearly at that time.

But this undoubtedly means that he has become independent of the game and gained abilities that no other personality has.

The werewolves killed someone in the Black Water, and if the Clear Water was identified by everyone, they would be eliminated. However, they had already identified someone once, and just as they were about to enter the Black Water, Saler made such an unreasonable condition, which was actually agreed to.

Clearly, the other party didn't think he could find a real werewolf.

He had doubted everyone, even his own identity. Gignatius's consciousness resided within the werewolf, but it was still a newborn infant. What consciousness could an infant possess? Its consciousness should have been bestowed upon it by the Abyss.

In other words, Ignatius is equivalent to a blank space—

Meme zero.

Yes, this murder mystery game uses patients' memes, and they don't just have fifteen memes.

In front of meme one is meme zero.

"Some of us are blanks!"

Saller clenched his fists. At this moment, every second was crucial. It was just a gamble, and since he was already dead, what else could he not afford to gamble on?

"This farce should end, Mr. Ria Kercha. You're out of the mirror, making everyone ignore you."

But actually, you're the real werewolf!

"We didn't even think of that?!"

The others stared wide-eyed, then realized what was happening and began to blame Ria.

"That's right, you are a werewolf!"

"You're the werewolf!"

"It's you!!!"

As Lia listened to their questions, her smile remained unchanged: "Are you sure about the answer? If you guess wrong, everyone will die."

Now everyone hesitated, but Saller stuck to his point of view, since he had nothing to be afraid of anyway.

“Are you cowards? We’ve been fooled for so long with such an obvious answer—it’s clear that Ria Kercha is the real werewolf.”

“You…” Ria’s pupils gradually dilated, her jaws opened and closed, revealing sharp fangs.

"Correct answers, everyone!"

He laughed heartily, wagging his tail back and forth several times, clearly pleased.

While the investigators were still puzzled, Hephaestus landed on the ground and continued to use his head as a clapping rhythm.

Not many audience members will applaud or cheer for Lia's performance, but every drop of blood rain strikes out the most intense rhythm.

"Look, they've acknowledged your performance, they've acknowledged that you're a werewolf."

Recognized by the audience, recognized by extraordinary individuals—

"Hahahaha, praise for Faceless and Trade! I'm having a lot of fun watching this."

If it weren't for someone who was even slightly intelligent, they probably wouldn't have been able to figure out, even if they racked their brains, that the werewolf wasn't in the mirror in this game.

Lia slightly raised her hand, and the identities of the remaining souls immediately appeared on the mirror. This time, however, they all still existed.

The Prophet

【guard】

【The Dream Collector】

The Cursed Master

【magician】

Cupid, Tactician

And Meme Zero, which supposedly allows one to return to a non-existent identity as a normal person after recovering from the illness.

【civilian】

Great because of their ordinariness, they defied the gods with their human bodies.

We are human beings first, and everything else comes second.

finally.

We are still human beings.

"Everything before was a means to confuse your minds, something Hephaestus loves to use, and there's nothing I can do about it. But Mr. Saler, you are very clever; you single-handedly saved all the remaining souls."

They will all be liberated through you, and as the victor, this body belongs to you.

As she spoke, Ria struck the ground with her silver-handled cane, and all the mirrors shattered instantly, their souls vanishing as golden specks of light.

Before Neo and Rothschild disappeared, they glanced in the direction of Todwell and the others.

"Why did you lie to me?"

Rothschild: "Perhaps it's guilt, or perhaps I'm just bored and want to get some amusement from you, who knows?"

Both of them were lying; they weren't werewolves at all. Nobody knows what Rothschild is thinking, but he did guard Saler for two Blackwater periods as a guard.

“You are special, Saler. Everyone values ​​you highly, and you are also very lucky to have the opportunity to possess the Abyss Avatar, which I envy immensely.”

But thinking about it carefully, neither of us is more suitable than you. The association needs you to survive more than we do.

Don't think about us, we're leaving... Although I should say, please don't scold us, after all, Neo's actions before were not without his own will.

"He has already apologized to you in his heart."

Neo: "I didn't."

"See, you're just saying one thing and meaning another."

Neo: "I'm going to kill you!"

The two completely disappeared during their argument, and Ria took out a meme card and glanced at it. A wolf head symbol appeared in the upper right corner of the back.

Meme Five was thus successfully created.

A surge of power coursed through Ria's veins, but he knew it might not be power at all, but rather a bunch of eyeballs moving erratically.

Sometimes, understanding other people's psychology and getting them to genuinely acknowledge their meme-making can be a good performance tactic.

“I really have to thank you, Saler. Do you know what we need to do now?” Ria walked toward the remaining ball of light in the middle of the broken mirror and grasped it in her palm.

That thing was Saler's soul, and everything that Ria did was not meaningless. The souls that died and were eliminated would become nourishment for this soul, and Ria wanted to use this soul to create "God".

A "god" who can deceive everything, Ignatius is undoubtedly a good choice.

“Since the Abyss is feigning death, it cannot be easily awakened. You can never wake someone who is pretending to be asleep, and the same applies to gods. But Hydra just doesn’t understand this.”

If the Abyss consciousness does not appear after Hydra is unsealed, then Salle can easily impersonate the Abyss.

Of course, they also need to take multiple measures to ensure that everything goes smoothly, since one cannot always rely on the possibility of something going wrong.

Ria knelt down again and stuffed Saler's soul into Ignatius's body. The investigators did not stop them; they knew this was perhaps the best way.

More likely, Ria is now covered in blood, her eyes gleaming with a cold light, looking extremely dangerous.

Those are the disorderers, the disorderers of Meme Five—

With each successful performance by the patients, their extraordinary abilities are amplified, the pollutants their bodies absorb become more intense, and they are more prone to spiraling out of control.

This is not a target that ordinary investigators can handle; it needs to be avoided.

(End of this chapter)