They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 349 Past, Present, and Future
"Your mentor once told you that Meme 4 is going to kill me, right? I advise you to reconsider whether or not to listen to his advice."

“Ivand Charles may seem like a good man, but long ago, some Great Old Ones awoke in the land of Enderus.”

James began to talk about the past.

"People had no power to resist them, and as a result, the population here was reduced by three-quarters, resulting in extremely heavy casualties."

Thus, the prototype of the Order Association emerged.

They used mysterious objects, supernatural creatures, and even various ignorant witchcraft experiments to try to survive, and Ivand was undoubtedly one of the lucky ones.

He found the key and made a deal with the being behind the door. The deal was that he would become that being's incarnation, and the Great Being would deal with the Great Old Ones.

"And then?" Ria asked.

"Then you should be able to imagine that the old was annihilated and returned to silence, and Ivand's personality changed drastically. He even wanted to harm all of humanity. It was only thanks to his strong will that he was able to suppress the external consciousness and let everyone seal him away."

Ria: "The mentor is not a bad person by nature."

“You’ve really been bewitched by him, Kelcha. The reason that man is asleep isn’t because he’s had a change of heart, but because—the time hasn’t come yet.”

James felt that Ria and Ivand were getting too close.

“That door represents omniscience. Ivand once passed through the door and saw the true existence behind it. He knows the past, present, and future. The only reason he was willing to be sealed away could be that there was a problem with Enderus’s constancy at that time.”

In an extremely short time, all the extraordinary beings fell into slumber. Although some of these beings had never awakened in tens of millions or even trillions of years, this was not the same as survivorship bias. This time, what was asleep was all the gods—beings that reigned above all life's imagination.

Some deities left behind certain methods before falling into slumber, ensuring that their power would not be threatened even in their absence. This is similar to the idea of ​​humans looking for someone to take over a game before going to sleep.

They exist in the deeper universe, and occasionally they notice Endlers, which is already an inescapable disaster for Endlers.

In the vast expanse of space and time, how many intelligent life forms exist, and how many planets harbor life? These remain unsolved mysteries. People only have a superficial understanding of them, let alone any profound knowledge.

Some say that the end of science is theology, and how many scientists have suddenly burst into laughter and gone completely mad at some point?

"What do you think is the most terrifying thing? When you can't solve a problem, you will try your best to figure it out."

Finally, you, the genius, stepped over the corpses of countless people to find the end of pi, overturning all previous mathematical and physical systems and models, where randomness and chance no longer exist.

Various times and spaces, various experiences, including your thoughts, your whole being, your companions, everything is calculable data. The different distributions and activities of those tiny cells shape the seemingly different "you".

Then, you come to the conclusion that the world may just be a region composed of countless line segments, and that it is actually an illusion.

At this moment, your thirst for knowledge reaches its peak, and you can't wait to know the truth behind the false world, but now you are old.

You can't see the truth; you only know a tiny fraction of the world. You're driven mad by your thirst for knowledge, and no one can tell you the truth because they're currently busy considering whether to shelve your research findings to protect against a potential catastrophe that could lead to "doomsday" and "panic."

And these are just a small part of true knowledge.

What's behind that door knows far more than this.

James earnestly told Ria, "I can read parts of your memories, so I also want to tell you that every move the mentor makes is calculated long ago."

He is not trustworthy.

“I didn’t expect you to know so much. No wonder you’re the bookstore owner.” Ria nodded, beckoning the mythical creature back to his hand. Then, he looked at James and said, “But I have a question.”

"what?"

“When I met with your Health Commission’s Mr. Layton Silvers, he used a word.”

【AI】

This doesn't seem like something that would appear here. It comes from another time and world, yet it's spoken of so easily… You can't all be good at mind reading; individuals skilled in such things are a minority.”

"So after several rounds of chilling reasoning, I raised a question."

Could your brains be interconnected? What kind of interconnectivity is possible between you?

I had already given up on thinking about this question, but then you brought up the past, present, and future again.

James, you've warned me to be wary of anything involving doors, so what's your connection to doors?

"The actions of those who guard the secrets are equally incomprehensible on this land. Every step you take seems calculated, with your own purpose..."

James interrupted him: "What are you trying to say?"

"What I want to say is that my considerations are never just superficial. No one trusts others for no reason, and gaining my trust is not easy at all."

So, I went to save my mentor, and that was for my own sake, so you can rest assured—I won't listen to what others say about killing you once I reach Meme Four. Why are you so nervous when you see me? Didn't you say that patients can never kill plague doctors?"

James: "..."

He vaguely felt that the patient was reassuring and comforting him, but he was not comforted at all.

"Do you even have any humanity left? You talk like a complete idiot."

"You're not human! Didn't you say you were going to play soccer to lose weight? Doctor, how come you're getting fatter and fatter?" Ria asked with a smile. "And how's the work I gave you coming along?"

"Goo!" Little Swarth stretched out his tentacles and pointed.

"That's all there is to it; the students are all alive."

Upon hearing this, James' entire medical team deflated like a limp ball.

"Losing weight is not as simple as you think. I used to be very thin, okay? There are so many street food options, and you can see a new buffet every few steps. Who would want to let their stomach suffer?"

"Moreover, the football market has been down in recent years. You see, Enderles has produced several famous players. I've started to consider finding a sport that's more suitable for me, and I'm sure I can lose weight quickly."

"So what kind of job are you looking for?"

"boom!"

James took off his jacket for the second time, revealing his sportswear underneath, and a reddish-brown ball appeared in his hand.

"Basketball player!"

(End of this chapter)