They all call me an Outer God.

From her vantage point, Ria looked down at the Cranbea Palace, the tallest building in Cranbea. From above, the warm light shining through each window of the dark building stretched out in layers, with figures moving about among them.

His lens was completely shattered, but the monocle was still hanging on his face, despite some cuts caused by shards of glass that eventually split into golden eyes.

"Sizzle—"

Someone was setting off fireworks, and huge fireworks burst in the sky.

"boom!!!"

The fleeting light illuminated half of Ria's figure, making his shadow even more prominent.

James looked at the shadow, which was blurry and distorted, like a worm struggling to break free of its cage and crawling somewhere to destroy everything.

At this moment, Ria slowly spoke up: "James, I don't think I've told you about the meme I want to portray this time."

"I struggled with the question of whether it belonged to meme type 3 for a long time, but now I'm certain."

What I have to do is fight against fate. The prophecy foretells the destruction of the world, and the Great Judgment Day will come sooner or later with a flood. Changing it is almost impossible, but even if I can't change it, I won't let it get away with it.

What is it anyway, that it dares to manipulate me—”

Ria took off her glasses: "I curse it. Any fool who dares to profit from me will pay a thousandfold price for their actions."

Isn't that what fairness is? Fairness isn't about retaliating when you punch me; it's about making sure that when you punch me, I can never throw another punch.

To hell with fate!
Ria gradually saw the silk threads surrounding him. He grabbed them and pulled them downwards sharply.

Then, under James's somewhat surprised gaze, he successfully pulled a thread off its original trajectory, making it dim and lifeless, drooping down like an inanimate object, and quickly turning into ashes.

The ashes fell to the ground and turned into gold dust.

Ria jumped from the highest point, and as she left, the gold dust was swallowed up by the dark tentacles.

He returned to the palace, and at what should have been a grand and joyous banquet, Ria appeared at the gate, leaning on her cane as she walked step by step inside.

Everyone was terrified. Some hid, some fled, but soon, more and more people clutched their stomachs and collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

Ria stopped: "Where is my mentor's body?"

Wilton hid behind the table: "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"No need to pretend anymore, Your Majesty. Weren't you the one who orchestrated all of this?"

"What are you saying? I don't understand at all."

"Don't worry if you don't understand. Let me help you recall. On my way here, no investigator stopped me, and there were no investigators or plague doctors around to provide security. Of course, my plague doctor is an exception, but given his personality, he wouldn't bother protecting an old guy like you."

There were many investigators on the streets, but they all disappeared before the dinner started. Was this a coincidence or inevitable? And who could have mobilized them to do this?
And just now, someone even brought the mentor's brain to provoke me. I'm a little confused about your meaning. Do you support the faction that resurrects the mentor? Or are you simply trying to use everyone to solidify your rule?

Upon hearing this, Wilton did not reply, but slowly walked out from behind the table.

"Everything I did was for Endeles."

"You'd better have a reasonable explanation."

"Our lineage is entangled by the curse of the World Serpent, and generation after generation we have been treated as puppets on the throne, merely as decorations. They call it the cause of Enderus, and demand that I wage war and expand colonial expansion abroad."

But I can see that they are all acting in their own self-interest. The trade in people, spices, and gems has made them too rich, and they are blind to the suffering of the common people.

Suffering breeds more supernatural beings and brings more pollution. Many of our armies have mysteriously disappeared on their journeys without a trace, and these disasters are gradually spreading from the borders inward.

What we need to deal with are not humans, but supernatural beings. Before seeking profit, my people will be my first priority; they are more important than any other gain.

Wilton sighed: "How can we eliminate all of this? Our ancestors have been thinking about this problem for generations. We have supported the Keepers of Secrets and the Order Association, providing them with financial support, in an attempt to use supernatural and mystical technology to fight against the supernatural and resist the gods who are about to resurrect."

You don't understand. Our regular army is almost depleted, leaving us with virtually no capacity for further expansion. The oceans harbor unimaginable creatures, and our exploration of the open seas has even cost us our medical personnel.

Ria: "So?"

Wilton: "So I want to accelerate the awakening of the World Serpent and declare war on the sea. But to awaken Him, sacrifices are necessary. I was thinking about whether I could use these nobles as sacrifices. After all, they don't do much work. Those who are willing to work are sent to the front lines."

The monarch's thoughts were exceptionally noble: "I cannot bear to part with my people, so sacrificing them all here is a good thing. It is impossible for me not to resent them. If I lose them, I can establish a new system."

It's time for the masses to accept the extraordinary.

Ria: "I have a question. Among the people you mentioned who are to be sacrificed, are there also your descendants who are related to you by blood?"

“Of course, that includes them… Ria, to be honest, I admired you from the first moment I saw you. If you can come and assist me, I can fully respect your idea and release my mentor, Ivand Charlie.”

Liya felt that this person was really ruthless, not even sparing his own blood relatives. Was she being used when she helped him find those people?
Just as he was scrutinizing Wilton, he seemed to suddenly remember something, looked around, and then spotted Golis trembling beside a load-bearing pillar.

"My dear daughter, you will support your father's wish, right? I'm doing all this for you!"

He opened his arms and walked toward Golis. Just as he was about to reach her, Golis raised her head, and a last tear fell from the corner of her eye.

She suddenly burst into tears and threw herself at her father, hugging him tightly. Wilton stroked her head and said, "Let me look at you one more time. You really look like your mother..."

Golis had never seen her mother since she was a child; she was raised by a maid. Upon hearing this, she cupped her father's face in her hands.

"Do you remember when I was little, you held me and I played with your beard?"

"How could I not remember? You were the naughtiest one back then. You plucked several of my whiskers, and your maids were terrified."

"It's good that you still remember."

“I have always remembered each of your names, personalities, and birthdays. I remember them all, my children. You must remember that your father did all this out of love.”

Golis wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "So you have feelings too. I thought snakes didn't have feelings."

"Every living being has feelings."

Golis: "I believe in you, I love you, Father... Dad."

After she finished speaking, her pupils suddenly narrowed, and she opened her mouth in an arc that no human could possibly open, lunging at Wilton's neck.

Wilton was startled. He struggled to pull Golis away, but at that moment, a beam of blue light from afar unexpectedly pierced through him, destroying most of his body. A woman dressed in a light blue fitted dress and a large sun hat blew away the smoke drifting from her staff, then slowly descended the steps from the second floor.

This is Alice, the Wise Witch, who has just completed the achievement of hunting down the king.

Alice casually twirled her staff a few times, each movement exuding her seductive charm.

Even though nobody appreciates it right now.

"He died like that? He was too fragile. Maybe he was just old. I always said that sitting for too long is bad for your health. Maybe he even had hemorrhoids."

The witch took off her hat and greeted Ria: "We meet again!"

Before Ria could answer, she saw various ancient gray-black patterns gradually appear on the ground. These patterns intertwined and extended until the witch snapped her fingers.

"Snapped!"

A light shone on all those who had fallen to the ground, and it was also on Ria.

"The awakening of the world serpent is too early. We need wise men more than brutes."

"All those who drink the poison today will become sacrifices, used to revive those who should truly guide us—"

Alice reached out and hooked her hand, and tentacles wriggled in the shadows around Ria, automatically spitting out the brain organ originating from her mentor and placing it in the center of the sacrificial array.

The original body was obviously unusable, so these offerings were used to reshape the mentor's body, and Ria was also considered part of the offerings on site.

Alice turned her hat back up and smiled, "What a thoroughly satisfying scheme, wouldn't you say, President?"

You said a long time ago that you wanted to rescue your mentor, saying that it was a pity that such a mind could only be bound. Then, after anticipating your own possible death, you were certain that your new self would make the same choice.

You've even planned down to the extent that you'd drink the most poison yourself; using a deity as a sacrifice is nothing short of extravagant!

Ria remained silent, simply observing her glowing hands.

After a moment, he looked at Alice: "You flatter me."

The moment the lens shattered, Ria's memories merged completely with the original owner's memories. He remembered everything, and the trajectory of fate was still moving in the direction he had guided.

The sacrificial array burst forth with silvery-white light, which was so dazzling that it even caused light pollution.

It seemed as if countless hands were reaching for the withered brain in the center, and in Ria's eyes, it gradually regained its activity. At the same time, the bodies of those who were sacrificed were decaying, but Ria remained unchanged.

He even accepted the babbling emanating from the pollution, which represented forbidden knowledge, and could even pick out the errors or improve them, correcting them and putting them back into the sacrificial array.

For true sages, the pursuit of truth is the only path to enlightenment. Unfortunately, the number of followers of the Truth Society is dwindling. If they were all gathered here, the ceremony would become a massive puzzle-solving event.

The brain in the middle changed again. A white figure slowly emerged from the sacrificial array, then picked up the brain and stuffed it into its own head.

Then, it began to stand up convulsively, its body like a malfunctioning machine, and six enormous wings quickly stretched out from its back, countless halos of truth enveloped it, and its body rapidly expanded until it completely transformed into a cross.

In the center of the cross, a blue eye spun wildly. Now, more wings surrounded it, leaving only one eye visible from behind. The layers of wings resembled the walls of a room, and the eye was like something peering through a hole in the wall.

Fortunately, the building was large enough, otherwise it would not have been able to support the growth of the mythical creature.

"Praise be to the Master! Praise be to the Angel of Truth!"

Alice and Golis looked up at Him and celebrated excitedly. All the white light on Ria disappeared. He was still alive, but everyone around him had turned to ashes.

The Angel of Truth's eyes continued to move, and suddenly, He looked at Ria, flapped His wings, and His form shrank abruptly.

Soon, he transformed into a normal-sized male with long, silvery-white hair that spread out in the air, wearing clothes woven from a white, unidentified substance.

He stood before Leah and looked at him with a smile.

"Thank you for your hard work, my student. You never disappoint me."

Before he could finish speaking, he reached into the void and pulled out a new monocle, handing it to Ria. As if that wasn't enough, he grabbed a whole bunch.

Finally, Ria held up a pile of glasses: "Where did all these things come from?"

"In the parallel universe where these mysterious items were originally obtained, wouldn't they have been able to have as many of these things as they wanted, given their existence?"

Ivand watched Ria put on her new glasses, then suddenly wondered, "What if you wore a pair for each eye?"

Ria: "That's not funny."

Ivand: "Funny."

As he spoke, he burst into laughter, seemingly already envisioning the scene. Then, he turned his head and looked at Xia En, who was pretending to be dead in the corner.

"Look what this is! The Xia Gai Demon Insect—"

Shane: "You're mistaken. I'm just an ordinary dung beetle."

Ivand: "Haha, then let me try throwing you into the bathroom."

With that, he grabbed Shane's leg and walked away.

Alice approached Ria: "President, are you the president now?"

Ria: "What else could I be but the president?"

"That's great. I have something to tell you. Don't you think our mentor's personality is a bit off... He wasn't like this before."

"No, this is normal."

Ria: "Have you forgotten that we haven't gotten our hands on the Master's body yet? His consciousness is probably still trapped inside. What's here now is just a body we created."

It absorbed the benevolent aspect of consciousness stored in the mentor's brain.

(End of this chapter)