They all call me an Outer God.

Although he put on a good act, Ivand couldn't see much humanity in him.

He loathed such people; in fact, he loathed everyone.

But Ivand underestimated Ria's patience.

Not long after, He discovered that the child was harassing Him every day for several years. During this time, He also witnessed Ria grow from a boy into a young man, and the Truth Society grew larger and larger.

Endlers has indeed built many schools, and people's living standards have improved significantly.

Talent drives economic development, and economic development in turn leads to an increase in the level of scientific and technological productivity.

As the gears turn, the steam will blot out the sky.

As Ria recounted the stories of the outside world to his mentor, his expression revealed genuine joy when he spoke of how people were gradually becoming happier because of him and many others who had worked so hard for them.

"I found that when I saw them happy, I also became happy. My knowledge was not wasted, and I was doing the right thing."

“But today some people are protesting, saying that the existence of machinery is causing them to lose their jobs and many people are starving to death. I asked the Lord, but He did not respond to me. Am I still doing something wrong?”

Ivand remained silent.

The next day, Ria came again.

"Schools began to strike, factories went on strike to protest the existence of machinery, but the Lord still did not respond."

Day three.

"Someone blew up the factory, and many people died."

Fourth day.

"They got arrested, and I feel like a complete failure."

Day .

“A man named Hephaestus found me and said he could help me and would be happy to join the Truth Society. Oh, and they also gave me a white mask, which I think is quite well made.”

Day .

Seventh day.

Eighth day.

"..."

A month later.

Covered in shocking wounds, Ria continued into the dream world, chatting with Ivand as usual.

"I was tricked, but it's normal to be tricked. I went to their church and beat them up. I killed everyone I could. Haha, those people were quite troublesome, and they even had superpowers. How could an ordinary person like me fight against them?"

But unfortunately, I still managed to kill them.

Ivan finally spoke: "Do you really think you killed them?"

"You're finally willing to talk to me?"

"If the door were awake, I don't know how angry it would be to see you like this."

He opened his eyes and saw that Ria was completely disfigured, her face blank, and he was furious.

That time, the mentor's consciousness left his body in reality and descended upon the White Mask Church, killing them all and smashing their idols to pieces.

From then on, Ivand allowed Ria to call him "mentor," and his attitude softened considerably.

Although He knew very well that Ria’s previous actions were mostly deliberate and leading, with the aim of waiting for His attitude to soften.

If left unchecked, this person could potentially be corrupted by supernatural forces one day, leading to a major disaster.

Yog Sothoth's consciousness told Ivand that Nyarlathotep was very satisfied with Ria's soul, so the Chaos had already reserved it, and even directly targeted his body, waiting for the plan to be carried out.

He collected many souls, all for a purpose unknown to others.

The Key to the Gate didn't tell Ivand anything specific, only that all the souls should be put together, and when only one remained, that would be the next stage of the God-Making Project.

Ivand thought Ria was pathetic, like a piece of merchandise.

Those souls are all pitiful, but what if the outcome is not the mutual devouring of souls and thoughts, leaving only one remaining, but rather fusion?
The plan proceeded as scheduled, just like those arrangements made by God. No matter how much the other lives struggled, they were like pawns that He had arranged in advance.

He was not even aware whether his current thoughts and actions had been predetermined, or how many eyes outside the world were watching his every word and deed.

"Indeed, knowing too much doesn't bring happiness, so why did you tell me all this..."

Omniscience is a curse, it is terror.

After learning that Ria would die, Ivand's attitude towards him changed completely, which startled Ria.

Immediately, Lia was overjoyed; nothing is a better reward than the fruits of hard work.

He introduced the mentor to the members of the Truth Society in high spirits. Due to special reasons, the mentor's image could only appear in a book. When writing in this book, the mentor's maxims would automatically appear below the text.

Although He won't answer questions that are too silly, this is a major breakthrough.

When Ria had nothing to do, Ivand's consciousness would stand beside him and watch over him.

One day, Ivand began asking the young man, "Are you afraid of dying?"

"afraid."

Lia replied, “No one is unafraid of death, but I am still very interested in the world after death. I want to study death, human nature, and even those great beings called gods.”

I will not die until I have accomplished all of this.

He spoke very seriously, repeating each word carefully: "I will not die."

will not die.

……

"I believe you."

On the rooftop, Ivand folded his wings and continued to watch Ria below.

"With your calculation skills, how could you easily break the contract and go to your death? But no matter what, I still hate you."

"Although you don't remember anything now, you still have some features that are similar to those of the past."

Why does Fuxing Chaos collect these souls, and what special characteristics do each of these collected souls possess? This is truly a difficult question to answer.

But Ivand will not admit his mistake.

That person is still that person; even if his memories change, he is still himself.

He probably already anticipated that he might suddenly leave a message for his present self along the way.

That person is really suited to the meme of a prophet. Without the aid of the supernatural, a prophet's knowledge of physics, especially mathematics, must be very perfect. They can use many factors, such as celestial phenomena, scales, and dates, to calculate many things that are difficult to detect.

In other countries, it can also be called "fortune telling." The strategist personally enters the game.

He left a diary in Gaikoso beforehand, a mysterious mirror in the Dreamland, and many other things in other places just in case.

Ivand thought he was very skilled and had to admire him.

If the gods were plotting against them, then Ria did indeed do so, using his human body to plot against the gods, including himself in the plot.

Perhaps most of the soul's memories still exist, though they may not be very obvious at first, but will gradually resurface later.

And since Ria is not reacting to them now, could it be that he has unintentionally transferred his memories to the speechless mythical creature within him, making it more human-like and thus avoiding any threat to himself?

this person……

This man truly deserves the favor of truth, and even Ivand couldn't resist the urge to cut open his brain and study its structure.

However, now that Ria's brain is contaminated, even if it were cut open, it would probably only contain a bunch of tentacles and eyes.

Oh, and if you look carefully, you might be able to find bullet casings.

"……what's on your mind?"

James interrupted Ivand's recollection, transforming into the beaked doctor and reaching out to grasp in mid-air, whereupon a scythe gradually materialized in his hand.

Ivand simply looked at him quietly: "An avatar of the Angel of Life, that angel is still just a nascent form of the God of Life and Machines, do you think you are my opponent?"

“Killing you is every plague doctor’s dream. Regardless of when the natural disaster will come, you are more unstable than the natural disaster. Believe me, doctors always hate instability.”

"I hate you guys too."

Ivand made no attempt to hide his disgust, and it was a pity that Ria had lost his former enthusiasm for studying biology and hadn't even considered dissecting the plague doctor after Ivand made the suggestion.

But the personalities of young people today seem to be much better than in the past; at least they are not as unhealthy as they used to be.

Ivand did not hear what Ria had said to himself not long ago, otherwise He might have overturned His current belief and thought that the youth's condition had worsened.

He merely sensed the pollution of the radiant sun; that disgusting thing had reached out its hand to His students, and He was responsible for cleaning it up, nothing more.

Some people noticed Ivand on the roof; his white wings were too conspicuous. James, however, was not noticed by the crowd because he was standing further back.

Ivand lowered his head, wanting to kill them, but his consciousness was still not complete enough, still retaining too much goodwill, and he could not kill anyone.

The vast majority of evil remained within that body, and those who considered themselves noble even conceived the idea of ​​transferring His brain.

No matter how many years have passed, they are still so foolish, so hopelessly foolish.

"Angel! Am I seeing things?"

“Angels will come to receive the deceased. The Bible has indeed not deceived us. And look, there is a cardboard sign in front of the deceased, and the contents on it show that he was a faithful follower of the Rising Sun!

So now the sun is sending angels down to receive souls and guide them to His kingdom, right?!

They were thrilled and bowed in respect towards Ivand. Ivand ignored them and, after failing to remove the threads of faith from Ria's body, frowned.

"We can't stop him anymore, neither you nor I..."

This person can actually do whatever they want.

He now calls himself a trader, and by trade, there is nothing in the world that cannot be exchanged, only prices that cannot be paid.

And Ria was willing to pay everything in exchange for achieving her goal.

Trade is generous; those who think He is stingy are simply those who cannot give Him enough to satisfy Him completely.

Ivand spread his wings, closed his eyes, and left.

His consciousness has reached its limit in remaining outside, and he has also used too much power. What he is about to face may be quite bad.

Let the plague doctor handle the trouble. I don't know when I'll see Kelcha again.

The crowd watched as the angel disappeared, and soon after, a shout came from behind them.

"Make way, make way, don't block the way."

James told those people to get up, and kicked away those who didn't. Soon, he stood in front of the unconscious Ria, grabbed his collar, and disappeared in an instant, trying to erase their memories before leaving.

Finally, he discovered that these people had all become believers in trade without him even realizing it, and there was no need to erase their memories.

They were merely a smokescreen thrown out by Ria, who planned to stay in a place full of Sunrise followers and fish in troubled waters.

James believes that the paradox of genius and madness is undoubtedly his patient.

After they left, Little Swarth extended his tentacles and devoured the money, the bowl, and the cardboard in the stainless steel basin, before disappearing into the shadows.

Money is important and cannot be lost; the stainless steel basin was obtained by the host through hard work collecting scraps and cannot be lost either; and cardboard is scrap—it cannot be lost either.

After weighing the options, it realized it couldn't throw anything away and could only take everything back with it.

Back at the hotel, James tossed Ria onto the bed and then ignored him.

Little Swarth returned to the room, removed the host's glasses, placed the hat on the table, took off the shoes, and then used his tentacles to remove and discard the spent cartridge case from the host's brain.

After doing all this, it covered Ria with a blanket.

Ivand was right; many different memories did indeed appear intermittently in its mind. However, Little Swarth wasn't very bright and simply treated them as if he had watched a movie for a while and couldn't understand them, so he simply ignored them.

The host had previously said he would give it a three-day break, but judging from the current situation, it seems it will have to spend the rest of the time lying in bed.

Moreover, the pollution of those beliefs has caused it to now have some fondness for the Radiant Sun, which is really strange. It shook its head, and not long after, it found that James opened the door and walked in again, carrying a first-aid kit in his hand.

When the doctor discovered that it had covered Ria with a blanket, he was completely baffled.

"How did Kercha tame you to this extent? If it were an ordinary parasite, it would have eaten the host while it was weak."

As he spoke, he placed the medical kit on the table beside him, opened the kit, and inside was a densely packed pile of medicines and needles, and even various sterilized surgical scalpels.

Little Swarth flew to the table and peered inside, watching James prepare the new colorless and transparent potion, then draw it out with a syringe.

"Goo?"

Little Swarth looked at James suspiciously, as if to say: You don't want to use this to stab my host, do you?

James chuckled: "Don't worry, I'm a doctor after all, and I have long had ways to deal with all kinds of pollution, but I generally don't like to use medication unless there are special circumstances."

This is a special case. It seems that if we don't administer the medication soon, Kelcha might not wake up as the same person.

"At that time, his personality might change drastically."

As he spoke, James flicked the syringe, the sharp needle gleaming coldly, making little Swarth shudder.

It didn't know why it was afraid of that thing; perhaps it had finally realized it was afraid of needles.

Especially medical needles.

(End of this chapter)