They all call me an Outer God.

Ria found that her brain was uncontrollably generating a lot of strange thoughts, and her mood was becoming unpredictable.

He was trembling with excitement, which was not normal. What was frightening was that although Lia had clearly noticed this abnormality in his emotions, she was completely unable to stop it.

At that moment, a word suddenly came to his mind.

Mental pollution.

He had suffered from unavoidable mental pollution, and it happened even when he hadn't done anything. He had only seen the scene in his mind and hadn't even clearly seen the figures in it when his mind began to show uncontrollable abnormalities.

"Having swallowed too much power, am I finally starting to suffer the consequences...?"

"I shouldn't be having these crazy thoughts. What am I thinking right now?"

Ria felt as if her faith in the non-existent Sun of Light was being distorted. Little Swarth stared wide-eyed, his pupils, which were originally mostly black, suddenly shrinking to pinpoints, and his feathers trembled.

Within its field of vision, it saw things that no one else could see.

From the void appeared many crimson threads, like puppet silk. These threads, like venomous snakes, tried to invade the young man's limbs. Originally, these things could not have successfully gotten close to him, but just now, threads suddenly grew automatically from Lia's body and extended towards those things.

These things are the threads called "faith." Ria accepted the authority of the plague and naturally had to bear its risks.

The risk is that... if he succeeds in making contact with the Radiant Sun, he may very well become His servant and be enslaved by Him.

This was something Lia didn't want to see, which is why his body's automatic defense mechanism made him say those words.

Ria is actually very proud. He has no desire to be subordinate to anyone, whether it is to his former boss who exploited him or to the current Shining Sun who is trying to control him.

His superior was sent to prison by him in an extremely cruel way, and now, Ria is very unhappy. Under the dual effects of mental pollution, he has developed a dark and twisted hatred for Rising Sun while admiring him.

"My lord, what a brilliant move."

The Radiant Sun had already discovered the disappearance of its knight; how could it not have noticed? But under these circumstances, any intelligent person would choose to continue with the original plan and release Apocalypse completely.

If Ria really does devour all four Horsemen, the corruption he suffers from could very well render him unable to maintain his rationality. For Rising Sun to obtain and control the divine status is a sure-fire deal.

But how could He know whether Ria was using divinity as bait...?

"That's how it is. If you suddenly change your mind, it will be troublesome. Keep sending those knights. I will take over all their authority and then give you a big surprise."

“Mr. Nyarlathotep, you shouldn’t mind me calling you by your first name, since I didn’t use any indescribable language to address you—”

This must have been part of your plan, right? Watching those hypocritical bastards spiral out of control and lose everything is truly delightful!

Ria covered her face with her arm and let out a suppressed laugh. At that moment, the threads gradually connected, and a thread took shape completely. It stretched taut as if it were trying to control a new puppet, pulling Ria's arm upward.

Then, his arms were exposed behind his back, and the young man's face showed an expression that made anyone who saw it tremble and flee.

He doesn't care who sees him, or even the radiant sun; if He could see him, it would only excite Ria more.

Soon, the young man, maintaining the strangely raised arm posture, looked at Little Swarth with a beaming smile: "You're happy too, aren't you? After all, we're one, and you'll only receive more pollution."

You see, you're the only one in this world who can truly empathize with me.

I'm the only one who truly empathizes with you.

Before he could finish speaking, Ria pulled out his gun, kept his expression unchanged, pressed it against his temple, and mercilessly pulled the trigger, frantically pressing it until he ran out of bullets. Only then did his body collapse limply against the wall.

"boom!!!!!"

The gunshot shattered the peaceful and tranquil state of the street, like a sudden alarm bell.

Soon, people fled in terror, shouting and even blocking the streets: "Suicide! Someone shot themselves!"

Little Swarth transformed into an ordinary mouse, staying right beside him, clinging tightly to his clothes.

Destroying the brain doesn't count as death. Ria doesn't die so easily unless he voluntarily gives up his life. Right now, he just wants his brain to be quieter and stop being so noisy.

The threads in the void became increasingly dense, and those things continued to approach Ria, trying to connect with the threads that emerged from the surface of her body.

Before he knew it, the crowd here had become more and more dense, and even reporters were taking pictures of him with their cameras.

"Fluttering."

A large, sturdy crow flapped its wings and landed on a nearby rooftop, looking down at everything.

Its gaze was solemn, and it was about to make a move when another unexpected figure suddenly appeared.

The man's long hair was loose, the strands swaying wildly in the wind. He wore a dark blue robe and had six silver-white wings on his back. He landed on the wall and roof that Ria was leaning against, and with a wave of his hand, the void threads were severed and he retreated unwillingly and disappeared completely.

He looked up and met James's gaze. His indifferent eyes made James's pupils shrink, and then, a murderous intent arose within him.

Just a while ago.

The headquarters of the Order Association, the containment chamber used to house Mentor Ivand.

Outside the door, people were shouting noisily, demanding that the mentor's brain be handed over to them. They were explaining the dangers the mentor posed, arguing that if his brain remained inside the mentor's body, there would be endless hidden dangers.

The staff guarding the instructors remained indifferent, unmoved by anything the other people said.

"Sir, your status only allows you to view the containment object from a distance. If you wish to take it away for disposal, your authority is insufficient."

"Permissions? Tell me, what kind of permissions are sufficient?"

"At the very least, the Chief Prosecutor should come."

"Pfft—" The man laughed in anger.

"Grand Prosecutor? I don't know you have any Grand Prosecutor. Even if you do, can he come now?"
Do you even know who you're talking to? I only need to say hello to your superiors, and I can have you pack your things and get out of here immediately!

"I don't trust you to guard him properly at all. Do you even know what he is? He's a monster corrupted by the door! Leaving his brain inside him will only create endless trouble. Cut his head off right now and take him away!"

"Sorry, you do not have sufficient permissions."

"You!!!" The man rolled up his sleeves, looking like he wanted to fight the guard, but he was no match for him.

In just a second, the man was pinned to the ground by the guards in a grappling position. The man cried out in pain, and immediately his henchman pointed a gun at the guard's head.

The guards remained unfazed: "You must understand, those optical weapons on the walls around here are not just for show." Just as they were arguing, the contained object inside the containment chamber unexpectedly began to move.

His body emitted a pale blue glow, as if stars were swirling around him, and this reaction immediately triggered an alarm in the association, with countless people rushing towards the scene.

The mysterious object also suppressed the radiance to the greatest extent possible.

But it seemed to have no effect. A phantom figure gradually emerged from the surface of the contained object. At first, it was just a phantom, but soon it had bones, then internal organs, muscles, skin, hair, and clothes.

Silvery-white feathers clung to his back. The man folded his wings and looked at everyone.

The mysterious object continued to suppress it, but seemed to have no effect; perhaps it should be called "It".

Evander Charles was a servant angel taken in by the Key of the Gate, and a part of Him and the method of opening the gate were sealed within him.

Soon, someone exclaimed in horror, "This is His consciousness! His consciousness is trying to escape!"

"What happened that caused Him to suddenly release His consciousness? Didn't He know that separating His consciousness from His body would make Him more susceptible to death?"

People would not allow Him to leave, but Ivand only glanced at them indifferently, and for a moment, time and space froze.

"When time and spacetime are restored, no matter what I'm doing, I'll return to the same spot, and I won't be able to kill anyone..."

Being restricted is a hassle.

He turned to look at his wings and thought those people were really amazing, managing to cleanse the pollution off him to such an extent.

Rather, this is the color an angel's wings should have—pure and holy. But Ivand once swallowed the pollution into his body for the sake of those disgusting people, and his wings gradually became corrupted and degenerate.

"However, this color looks really fake."

His figure disappeared, and the next moment he reappeared on the rooftops of Cranbea Street, where, not far away, there was a sun cross that every household had on its roof.

In the sky, countless pollutants from Him seep in, and their target is His own students.

Ivan looked at Ria with a complicated expression, as if he were reminiscing about something.

He recalled that when the young man was even younger than he is now, he was already a famous figure in the region, with each name more terrifying than the last.

The boy smiled brightly then. He used the door to find His consciousness and presented Him with a letter of invitation.

"I yearn for the truth and will always be faithful to Yog Sothoth, the key to my Lord's door. Therefore, I founded the Truth Society, hoping that everyone can pursue the knowledge we thirst for together."

Our daily activity is reading. There are many books in the church, and we hold seminars every week. Actually, I am quite committed to the development of this church.

Many people in Enderles do not have access to education. If I become wealthy, I will donate my money to the education sector. I hope that everyone can be enriched by knowledge, and that no one should lose this opportunity because of their own limitations.

I believe that knowledge can eliminate poverty, I believe that knowledge can change destiny, and eliminate the suffering of the vast majority of people.

I prayed to my Lord for a wise man to assist me in leading the people, and then the Lord introduced you to me.

At that time, Ria looked serious, holding the letter of appointment in both hands, with neatly written text that looked as if it had been printed.

This script is his own creation, and it has now been adopted by the Endeleurs government.

"However, I believe that I am still inadequate and lack the experience to guide them, so I hope that you can become my mentor."

As Lia said, his academic qualifications, which surpassed those of many university professors at a young age, were also outstanding. In addition, he did not neglect his training. His superb marksmanship and fighting skills have impressed many masters.

This young man seems to have no regrets in his life, but in fact, he has higher aspirations.

Now, having Ivand as his mentor is an even greater pursuit.

Ivand found him boring, stupid, and tedious.

"You really think I would respect that so-called bullshit truth?"

"It doesn't matter. Truth will not abandon anyone just because someone belittles it."

With a sincere expression, when he saw that Ivand refused and looked like he wanted to kill anyone, he did his homework right next to Ivand and deliberately made a mistake to anger him.

"Do you even have a brain?! How could Yog-Sothoth possibly be interested in you?!"

"I'm sorry, but because you keep refusing to agree, and no one can teach me the correct knowledge."

"Where are your parents?"

"No, I grew up in a church welfare home. Actually, I always loved studying, but there wasn't much to study."

"Since someone was beating me up every day, I started thinking about the effect of acceleration on force, and then about what substance controls human anger. At the time, I certainly couldn't figure it out."

"And then you just let them bully you?"

"No, no, later I really wanted to know why out of so many people, he was the only one who bullied me every day. Was there something special about his body?"

So when no one was around, I found a knife and dissected him. It was my first time exploring the mysteries of the human body, a truly magical and unforgettable experience.

Lia laughed as she recounted these extremely cruel events for most people: "Then I was successfully thrown out of the orphanage as planned to fend for myself. The system was flawed back then, and I was lucky they didn't try me."

Later, I was adopted by the librarian. I fell asleep while reading and met my Lord in my dream. I must say, that being truly deserves to be called omniscient and omnipotent.

I owe my growth to Him; He raised me, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call Him my father.

Ivand, however, felt that Ria was being modest. It wasn't that Ria had become intelligent because of the Gate's favor, but rather that he was intelligent enough to earn the Gate's affection.

But Ivand still didn't like this man. He wasn't real at all. Ria Kercha's friendly appearance was just a facade, and no one could see what was hidden inside.

From the moment he lured someone to bully him in his childhood with twisted motives and then sought an opportunity to kill him for research, this person was no longer innocent.

Ivan even felt that there was a reason why the child received the attention of the door.

He doesn't seem like a human being at all.

(End of this chapter)