They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 366 The Great Chaos

In the darkness and nothingness, the person sitting on the throne half-opened his lifeless eyes, and his lips, hidden under his cloak, unconsciously murmured.

He possesses a unique dark aura, with a handsome face, as if he has been frozen in the prime of life. Before him, time is frozen, and nothing can reach his eyes.

The man held a gleaming, irregularly shaped trioctahedron in his hand, which was probably the only source of light in this pitch-black space.

I have already seen the future... The consciousnesses are trying to defy me and become my enemies.

His fingers twitched slightly, and countless strong, transparent threads seemed to connect to an unseen end in mid-air.

Sherger squeezed out from one of the tentacles, slashed it off in a fit of rage, and then looked up to meet His gaze.

That person, slowly and unequivocally, aimed his spear at the god on the throne.

They are all independent entities, another form of proof that I existed.

Sergei shouldn't have seen the Black Pharaoh's presence, but he walked towards his prey step by step as if he were not shielded at all. Perhaps he was the prey, or perhaps in the face of God, they were as insignificant as ordinary livestock.

No, the only difference is that by killing the clone, the original body can obtain all of the clone's memories.

“Something unexpected happened, Fernrenka. I know you’re there, staring at your clone, hoping to gain a lot of memories, but you’re going to be disappointed, because this time, only I am here to kill you.”

In a place devoid of illusions, Sherger stood amidst the sandstorm, aiming his weapon at the lifeless sand giant.

But he was quite surprised, because according to the Black Pharaoh's personality, he shouldn't have appeared directly in front of him, let alone in this half-awake state.

Few people can face death without fear, but Sherger believed he had struck it lucky. He had found someone that his other clones had been searching for with great difficulty, which was a kind of good fortune.

As expected, the meme contains lucky ones, making it much easier to find things.

"Do you know how long I've been looking for you? Years... hundreds of years. In between, this body even became a living dead and was infected with the plague."

My king, someone like you is born to die by your own blade.

Even if I fail, other clones will come to kill you…

They are not me, yet they are me; so are they really me?

The king on the golden throne pondered this question and slightly raised his head. His still lifeless pupils reflected the expression of the person in front of him without any ripples.

He saw that person, Sherg Hephisgetu, rushing towards him like a madman, his hand forming a claw, his arm rapidly crystallizing, and stabbing towards the god's heart at top speed.

Just as Shergar approached his heart, the Black Pharaoh's pupils finally reflected the invisible threads connecting his clone's head and limbs. These threads crisscrossed, their final starting point at the tips of his five fingers.

This is the trajectory called destiny.

At that moment, the Pharaoh closed his eyes, seemingly emitting a hint of mockery, and Serge's movements came to an abrupt halt.

"Boom-"

He froze like a puppet out of control, then collapsed helplessly to the ground, before the throne of God, kneeling before Him like the servants who had been shackled a thousand years ago.

Sherger's head slammed to the ground. After a long while, he slowly raised his head, and at that moment, the two looked at each other.

He finally saw the king's eyes up close. They were terrifyingly empty eyes. Through those eyes, one could almost see all the distortions and chaos in the world, all hidden in an eternal and lonely darkness.

Tears streamed down his face, and he staggered to his feet, placing his hands on God's neck.

"Haha ...

His laughter echoed throughout the space.

"interesting!"

"Really interesting!?"

"We are all one person. Everything about us is controlled by you, but how is this any different from ordinary people entertaining themselves! A person uses their left hand to attack their right hand and then cares about who wins and who loses... Tell me, answer me! How is this behavior any different from schizophrenia!"
"I've had enough of this drama after all these years! When will it finally end?!"

When will this finally end?!

The Black Pharaoh spoke in unison with him, and then they both laughed in sorrow.

[It's impossible for this to end—]

"A schizophrenic monologue, everything is for my consciousness, I come to kill myself, I kill myself."

The world is a stage for madness, and guess what we're doing? We've deceived everyone, even ourselves.

"God is a huge lie. I'm putting on an act to kill you, and you'll be killed by me where no one can see you."

Who killed whom?

"Is this truly the will of the original being? We are all pawns of Nyarlathotep, but we are also His consciousness. They have been asleep for a long time, so what are we doing?"

We are putting on a theatrical performance.

"And the name of this absurd drama is..."

[Meme Interpretation]

Fifteen cards with completely different faces appeared in front of the Black Pharaoh, and then those cards melted into the air.

"Unfortunately, the god didn't fall for it, and no one cooperated with our performance. But now, I want you to keep performing—until the meme is zero."

Sherger's hands gradually fell to his sides, his eyes shifting between light and shadow, yet concealing a sense of unease like the calm before an impending storm.

The Black Pharaoh is like a person sitting alone in front of a chessboard, and all his clones, including Serge in front of him, are his pieces.

He can give these pieces names, arrange their moves, and then pick up one piece and match it with another like a child.

I'm coming to kill you now.

"Boom."

Another piece fell.

Then, the player picked up the chess piece, brought it close to his eyes, and imitated its sound.

Now, we're coming to kill you too... What gives you the right to control us? What makes you the one who can be the player in this game?

Then the piece, held in the hand, was slammed hard into the nose of the player who had just entered the game, while the other pieces cheered.

We succeeded! We won! Now, we are the players!

This is probably a game from the gods.

But the person holding the pieces is also a piece of another being; His will progresses layer by layer, and all the pieces are Him.

Just as He said—

You can all be considered as me. When you walk on the earth, it is as if I am walking step by step on this land.

"So now, I should also fulfill my duty and kill you."

Undeterred by the person before him, Sherger rose from the ground once more, tensing his muscles as he crystallized his body with all his might, pressed himself close to the Black Pharaoh, and then exploded. "BOOM!!!!!"

In reality, the sand's master was affected by the self-destruction of its master. The self-destruction of the patient of Meme 3 was devastating. The yellow sand destroyed everything with the shockwave from the explosion, and the few clouds in the sky were instantly dispersed.

The explosion's light even briefly darkened the sunlit desert, followed by a deafening roar that seemed to shatter eardrums.

A beetle on the verge of exploding was pushing a sand ball when the sand ball dissipated on the spot, and the beetle itself was blown away to a distant rock and fell heavily to the ground.

It rolled over on the ground several times, got buried in the sand, and finally managed to crawl out again, waving its antennae.

Not long after, it saw a figure emerge from the direction from which the explosion had come.

The man grabbed the gas mask from his face and threw it aside. He then retied his long, curly hair, which had been disheveled by the blast wave, and used a spear as a walking stick as he walked step by step toward the beetle.

The beetle fled at top speed, but the man behind it was faster. He threw the spear at the beetle and pinned it to the ground.

"Xia Gai Demon Insects, you really are everywhere."

The man stood in front of the beetle, which frantically writhed its ten limbs, but soon its head went blank and its movements relaxed.

"You really are a powerful clone. Have you already successfully seized the Black Pharaoh's authority?"

The beetle's voice carried a hint of amusement.

Sherger drew his spear, and in his other hand, a glowing, octagonal crystal gradually appeared.

"What do you think? I always said the other clones were useless, but they've been eyeing a Black Pharaoh for so long."

"Using the meme of the lucky one, all I need to do is borrow all the luck from the future; what can't I find?"

"So what will you do in the future?"

"I'm borrowing your luck, after all, we're all family, aren't we?"

Sherger bent down, picked the beetle up from the ground, patted the sand off its surface, and placed it on his shoulder.

"It would be too unambitious to just kill the Black Pharaoh. What I want to destroy is the Radiant Sun. If it weren't for Him, we wouldn't be living in such fear right now."

“That’s impossible,” the beetle shook its head.

"What are you talking about? We are the Great Chaos, there is nothing we cannot do."

Just as I found the seventh and eighth books of Revelation and summoned you, we will do even crazier things in the future.

Doing these things is always enjoyable, isn't it? After all, we're naturally drawn to chaos.

Sherger put away the crystal in his hand. In the end, it was just him asking himself for something. It was useless for the authority to remain in the slumbering beings, because they would not awaken in the short term. Once they did awaken, it would cause great chaos.

Therefore, he decided to wait until he encountered the divine authority before using it to reshape his authority. When it comes to storing authority, there is no better container than the divine authority.

The only problem is that the current deity has developed consciousness and created new authority. From the moment He gained His first authority, He was equivalent to a true god, while others can only weaken Him and it is difficult to completely erase God's consciousness.

In other words, killing that consciousness directly is as difficult as killing a god; even Hephaestus and his ilk have to find another way.

"It seems a bit far from here to Endeles..."

Sherger thought for a moment: "Never mind, let's just treat it as a trip abroad."

"Let's go, dung beetle. I'll make you another ball. Don't rush, you can push it as you walk."

"Who are you calling a dung beetle? What I'm pushing is sand!"

The beetle said angrily.

"Alright, alright, let's save ourselves the trouble and just give you a common name like Xia En."

……

"Lord Kercha, what did you just say?"

Falmanf's voice trembled.

"I want to figure out how people get infected with the plague and become patients. For this, we need to conduct experiments on people."

Ria scanned the crowd and the supernatural beings present: "There's something that's been bothering me for a long time. In my memory, I've never seen anyone get infected with the plague in person. Have any of you seen it?"

The patient among the crowd was taken aback and subconsciously shook his head.

Not to mention seeing others infected with the plague, their memories of how they contracted the infection and what happened afterward have all become very vague.

If it were a plague, it should have caused a large-scale infection after it appeared, but so far people do not know how it spreads or how people contract the disease. It seems that a perfectly healthy person suddenly gets infected with the contamination disease... without any warning.

If the cause of the illness was contact with the Plague Knight's clone, then there's no reason why all the patients would have forgotten that experience.

The doctors may know something, but if they don't want to talk about it, no one can get the answers from them.

Ria: "So we can use people as bait to lure out the source of the plague."

The group exchanged bewildered glances, generally agreeing that Lia's ideas were too impractical.

Using people as bait, but who? How many? And where did the plague come from?
Moreover, from a moral standpoint, sacrificing innocent ordinary people and making them bear these burdens sounds like something only a villain would do.

Seeing that everyone had reservations, Ria shook her head: "It's just a suggestion, just take it as a joke."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Whether you listen or not is your business; whether I do it or not is mine.

I've heard that the origin of the plague lies in a mindset filled with extreme negativity. If everyone could maintain that mindset, wouldn't it be incredibly attractive to them?

A negative mindset can easily lead to illness because when a person subconsciously denies themselves, their bodily functions decline rapidly, resulting in weakness.

While contamination-related illnesses may also have this factor, their occurrence is also a matter of probability.

The appearance of each patient is random.

"If portraying the dream-hunter requires devouring life within dreams, then we can also test whether people in the dream world will be infected by a plague. I will instill fear in them, and those residents will become the best test subjects."

"The Plague Knight may also be involved with the Dreamland, so I think this plan is entirely feasible."

Before everyone could even catch their breath, a lump formed in their throats, and someone immediately started coughing.

Lia stared at the coughing man, who said that he was not in good health and had a poor mental capacity, and that he could not handle too much talk and needed to go outside to vomit.

"Then go ahead. Your health is the most important thing. You should all take good care of yourselves."

Lia generously let him leave. The man hurriedly ran out of the house, then clutched his chest for a moment before turning his head to gaze at something in the south.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he kept recalling what Ria had said earlier.

"There has been a traitor among humanity."

(End of this chapter)