They all call me an Outer God.

Inside the building, a giant worm sits atop a throne, enjoying the food offered by the inhabitants, including both supernatural beings and humans.

Human flesh is of the best quality and tastes superior. It is soft and tender, especially when a newborn human has been cleaned and is at its best.

As the leader of the macrophage worms, it is not as large as other worms, but rather it compresses its energy, waiting to form a pupa.

Although pupae are extremely rare among the macrophage worms, it believes that it is the one most likely to break through the limits, and what it is eating now is all to accumulate energy and strive to emerge as an adult worm in one go.

However, as soon as the worm bit someone, the ground began to shake violently. Not believing it, it bit again, and the earthquake trembled even more violently.

It's like an earthquake will happen whenever someone bites.

The giant worm tried to release the person, and the mangled corpse fell to the ground with a "thud." As a result, the surrounding area shook even more violently, and not only the ground but also the surrounding walls developed devastating cracks.

It finally realized something was wrong, quickly closed its petal-like mouth, looked up at the crack, and then with a loud "boom," a pitch-black tentacle, almost impervious to light, broke through the crack and crawled in.

Above it, golden eyes darted about, searching for prey, until they suddenly fixed their gaze on it, which then remained fixed on it without moving.

"Fizz!"

The giant worms, as if facing a formidable enemy, hurriedly wriggled their abnormally fat bodies to escape, but at this moment, strong acid began to seep from the wall, and countless golden points of light gradually appeared in the darkness that had blocked out all light.

The light was more dazzling than the stars to the giant worm, making it feel uneasy. As a predator, it possessed its own intelligence and never imagined that it would encounter such a thing one day.

Its dwelling is constructed from the most robust materials within a hundred miles, making it a perfect habitat. Behind the entrance, numerous giant worms serve as a defensive line.

Logically speaking, let alone anything that could directly harm it, most creatures would be devoured and killed by a swarm of insects as soon as they enter the room.

But unfortunately, bad luck struck it today.

In a very short time, the tentacles swarmed in, and the seemingly indestructible building was as fragile as a gingerbread house made of biscuits, and was completely destroyed.

From the outside, the tentacles wrapped around the palace, and then squeezed it hard, turning the magnificent building that had stood firm into a pile of rubble.

The macrophage worms inside are like squeezed live silkworm pupae, bursting with fluid with a "whoosh".

"It's spectacular!"

Atlach stood at a distance, holding the new design blueprints, feeling the ground tremble.

Death in a dream world does not necessarily mean death in reality. After all, this is a dream that everyone has built together. Death usually means waking up from the dream, but there are occasional exceptions.

The inhabitants of the dream world mostly avoid death because they dare not gamble on whether they will wake up again, or whether they will become an idiot after waking up from death.

But thinking about these things now is meaningless. The tentacles have completely crushed the original buildings. After doing that, they burrowed back into the shadows of the ruins and melted them away completely.

At that moment, Atlak slowly raised his hand in that direction, and a huge black spiderweb pattern suddenly appeared on the original ground, directly restricting the reconstruction of the building.

Immediately afterwards, a huge golden light shot into the sky, and a brand new building replaced the original palace, standing in the sight of millions of people.

The gap at the top of the building had been repaired, a masterpiece made by the mythical creature when it was bored. Although the inside was still empty, with only some murals at most, Little Swarth still thought it was a great feat.

The host finally agreed to establish a fixed gathering point like other churches, no longer needing it to block out all calls from believers every day.

Everyone has the opportunity to reach the Dreamland while sleeping and then pray to the Lord of Trade. Although Ria usually doesn't respond, it's actually quite normal for a god not to respond to believers.

The most important thing is to relieve the pressure on little Swarth. In addition, if there are wealthy believers, they can purchase some necessities for the church, such as idols.

After Atlas learned of Ria's thoughts, He fell silent for a moment.

"So what exactly is the purpose of founding this church?"

Ria answered truthfully, "I hope some kind-hearted believer will help me and give me money for the sacrifice."

"Is this your real purpose?"

"Although it sounds very worldly and not in line with one's status, trade is inherently about access to the authority of the masses. They offer sacrifices to the gods, and the gods can provide them with emotional value, which is also called trade."

If a believer gives enough, I might consider showing up to help them solve some practical problems. This mechanism is much better than the original uncertainty.

Ria smiled as she looked at the church she had just set up. Little Swarth felt there should be a symbol, so he drew an eye on the ground with his tentacles.

"But aren't the eyes a bit too plain?"

"Goo?"

It then drew feather-like eyelashes on its eyes, and this time, even it couldn't stand looking at itself.

Ria also extended a tentacle, drew a vertical human eye on the ground, then erased the right half and filled it in with a gear.

"That's much better."

Atlas was also amazed, but soon he asked, "Your authority seems to have nothing to do with gears, so why use gears?"

Ria: "It's nothing, I was just too lazy to think of anything myself, so I just copied the Order Association and the Keepers of Secrets."

Atlach: "...I admire your honesty. Is this how you intend to explain it to the believers?"

"Those people want to hear how great their faith is, and they wish their church was the most prestigious in the world."

All I need to do is give them a symbol, and they'll fill in the rest themselves, perhaps even developing several non-existent historical legends.

Lia stood there for a moment admiring her empty church, which was slightly better than a bare-bones house. Soon, the residents of the Dreamland, overflowing with curiosity, surrounded her.

"what is this?"

Some people are confused.

Ria vanished from her spot in an instant, seemingly intending to answer everyone's questions, while Atlak shook his head helplessly and sat down on the grass to continue weaving his web.

The Golden Church was not golden in color; instead, it exuded a gloomy aura. Moreover, its doors were tightly closed, making it impossible to discern anything from its appearance.

But the next second, Ria appeared on the top of its building, and people spotted him and looked up.

All they saw was a mysterious figure dressed in a white robe and wearing a hood, looking down at them from the highest point, holding an unidentified object in his hand.

As everyone watched with curiosity, the man slowly raised the kerosene lamp in his hand. The sky darkened in that instant. Facing the crowd, he released the lamp and smashed it down from the highest point. "Crack—"

As the shards of glass rubbed against the ground, they flashed with dazzling light for a very short time. At that moment, the mysterious figure in everyone's eyes spread out his arms, making a gesture of embracing the world from the very top.

His white body was dazzlingly white, and there seemed to be divine light appearing behind his head. With the appearance of the divine light, the golden church building at the bottom turned into pure gold in an instant. The holy radiance made too many people dare not look directly at him.

A divine voice echoed in everyone's ears.

The supreme soul whispering in the depths of darkness,

Wandering the world, witnessing the decadent pleasures of paper money and gold,
Reconstructing nihilistic bliss, bestowing upon the dark truth of decadent pleasure, the embodiment of desire.
We sing praises of desire.

Offering gold as a gift

Today, we proclaim the formation of the Golden Church. You are all honorable witnesses, and witnesses will receive their most precious things here.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's celebrate for "gold"!

As soon as the words were spoken, the residents froze for a moment, then went into a frenzy, because at that moment they saw the thing they longed for most appear before their eyes.

It could be family, friends, or lovers; it could be money; it could be fame or fortune.

There is always too much misfortune in the world, but at this moment, these people's spirits were filled with emptiness, and they smiled. At this moment, the doors of the church were opened.

People flocked to it, singing and dancing, praising the bounty of trade, which Ria accepted with equanimity.

He was still draped in a pure white cloak, and he looked closer than ever to the image of a deity in people's minds.

White does indeed give people a good impression and a positive first impression, and Lia's goal has been achieved today.

He used the illusion created by the Dream Lamp to make a deal with the people present, trading his faith for the price of using the Dream Lamp—his own life.

That doesn't matter. The [Guardian] meme gave Ria three lives. After using one, she still has two left.

He beckoned down at the kerosene lamp below, and the fragments instantly returned to his hand.

"What we've done today isn't exactly burying your name."

The Dream Lamp had been with Ria for a long time, and he had developed a certain affection for this mysterious item. If he were to leave it here, Ria would be reluctant to part with it.

"Sometimes I really envy those people who can see what they most want to see, even if it's just an illusion. What is it that I most want to see right now?"

Ria closed her eyes, trying to immerse herself in the illusion, but all that appeared in her mind was endless darkness, like a cage she could never escape.

"How could this be the result?"

Ria thought she would see her family, but her mind was blank.

"Maybe this is all I want to see now."

In exchange for so many believers and the completion of an "opening ceremony" for the Golden Church, Ria felt it was all worthwhile.

These people live quite close to the church, so they can voluntarily move some things to the church in the future and set up a trading market or something similar here.

The young man was not strict in this regard; he was now casually sitting on the roof, pondering which clergy member would be most suitable.

Hephaestus was definitely not an option; he didn't trust them, and the mere sight of them gave him an inexplicable urge to kill.

Lia rejected the most troublesome role from the start.

The mentor has an unstable personality and is currently in a deep sleep.

"It's a pity I don't have much free time, otherwise it would be quite interesting to play the role of a clergyman."

While he was still struggling with this question, the figure of the Black Pharaoh Serge suddenly appeared beside him. Ria glanced at him and then looked away: "You can't do it."

Sherger, who had just appeared and hadn't said a word yet: "..."

He was holding a jackal mask with upright ears in his hand. After admiring it for a moment, he put it on his face. Combined with his bare upper body and dark skin, as well as the exaggerated gold-plated accessories, he really looked quite exotic.

It's very similar to Anubis, the god of death in desert legends.

"As your relative, wouldn't it make me seem very unqualified to not be present at such an important event as the founding of a church?"

Sherger laughed and said, "You are dressed very well today, just like a sanctimonious god. If I didn't know your character well, I might really think that the true god has awakened."

Faceless, your current appearance reminds me of the radiant rising sun. It, too, uses the cover of light to do some... rather illogical things.

However, you are different. Everything you do is perfectly reasonable. If needed, we can fill the vacancies in the clergy and resolve all your troubles.

Ria: "If you're really that free, replace this church with pure gold, and make sure the statues and ceiling decorations are modeled after the Church of the Rising Sun, or even more ornate. Come back and talk to me after you've finished all that."

Sherger immediately fell silent; it was clear he wasn't very wealthy either.

These days, poverty seems to be a common problem for everyone. Whether it's ordinary people, extraordinary beings, or gods, no one is particularly wealthy. It seems that only the radiant sun is truly wealthy.

The Hephaestus are actually quite selfish; they are unwilling to concentrate their wealth and entrust it to one person, and the success of any one of their clones will attract the jealousy of the others.

This seems contradictory, since they were originally just a consciousness, but under the control and manipulation of the main body, it is not impossible that these clones might suddenly start an internal war one day.

Although Sergei had just acquired the authority of the Black Pharaoh, he did not inherit the Black Pharaoh's legacy, since the Pharaoh's entire tomb had been flooded by him and turned into ruins.

Sherger's rare companion, the Shagai Demon Insect, was trampled to death by the Night Demon. Although it only died in the Dream Realm and may still be alive in reality, Sherger never saw Shaen again from that day on.

Even now, when he thinks of Xia En, he still scolds Night Demon for not even being able to watch over a single insect.

“I think this request may be difficult to fulfill. Great Lord, you really know how to give us a difficult problem.”

"But since this is what you want, we will do everything in our power to make it happen, even if it means annihilating the Church of the Rising Sun right now—"

We are willing to sacrifice everything for your goals.

(End of this chapter)