They all call me an Outer God.

Octopus #41!
So all the way, little Schwarz pressed his paws firmly against the brim of his hat, supporting his body only with his legs and buttocks.

"Ow!"

Gradually, it found this tiring, so it simply stuffed its entire head into the top hat. Ria reached into its feathers and found a small notebook and a yellow pen, and began to quickly write down the identity memes that she had previously memorized.

There are fifteen of these memes in total, and he is completely familiar with them.

The fifteen meme cards are:
[Witch][Hunter][Prophet][Guard][Idiot]

[Dream Photographer] [Crow] [Curse Master] [Lucky Guy] [Magician]

[Black Market Dealer] [Werewolf] [Cupid] [Tactician] [Sorcerer]

"Such a combination... selects fifteen identity names from the card murder game as memes, and to improve the meme code, one must simultaneously perform multiple memes."

No, there must be some other conditions required... but to come up with such a way to advance a meme, that so-called mysterious item is truly a perverse sense of humor.

If meme nine represents one identity, and meme eight represents two, wouldn't meme one mean simultaneously playing nine different identities? Is that really something a normal person could do?

No wonder meme cards are called mystery items.

It helps people suffering from pollution-related diseases to be completely cured, but at the cost of completing this perverse meme performance.

Ria closed his eyes. He still only had a vague understanding of these rules. Perhaps only when he advanced to Meme Eight would he fully understand how this "game" worked correctly.

"It's a very dangerous game. If people don't handle it well during the performance, they will fall into a mental breakdown, lose their rationality, and lose themselves in the process of performing. But it is also the only chance to survive."

He opened his eyes and looked into the distance.

A few birds hovered low in the sky, and the clouds turned pale, completely obscuring the sun, giving the entire sky an unnatural color.

The ants on the ground hurriedly carried their food back to their nest when a red and white striped snake swept through their ranks, abruptly cutting off the long line of ants.

The air was thick with a stifling, oppressive heat.

It is going to rain.

We need to take shelter from the rain.

"Snapped!"

Rainwater fell on the nearby grass.

At the same moment, Ria took off the hat from Little Swarth's head and put it back on her own. The mythical creature's size expanded wildly, spreading itself into a large area of ​​black gel to block the rain from above.

The downpour came suddenly, and if Little Swarth had been even a fraction slower, they would have all been soaked to the bone.

However, this was just the beginning. Soon, Ria understood what James meant by "avoiding the rain."

Birds that were flying freely in the sky were suddenly struck by the rain and fell to the ground, struggling. Snakes on the ground writhed as if they were being burned at the stake. Ants desperately crawled out of their nests and crawled onto the poor snake.

On their bodies, Ria saw a few streaks of silvery light, so she let Little Swarth use his tentacles to pick up the birds that had fallen nearby.

Take a closer look—

The originally small birds began to grow tiny, dense, oval-shaped fish scales, unevenly distributed throughout, and even showing a tendency to grow larger and larger. As for the smell, even when they were a few meters away, I could smell a strong fishy odor emanating from those scales, and now, as the scales grew, the fishy smell became even stronger.

The poor bird was soon completely covered in fish scales, looking like a fat carp with its scales blown off or a whole silver pinecone.

"Throw it away!" Ria suddenly noticed something and quickly told Little Swarth to drop the mutated bird. At that moment, tiny fish scales appeared on Little Swarth's tentacles.

"Gurgle—" It quickly used another tentacle to swat the scales away. These things wouldn't assimilate it, but other creatures might be a different story.

In a short period of time, many "fish" with their scales popped up appeared on the ground. Some of them had stopped moving and were left to be washed away by the rain, while others would jump around from time to time and turn themselves over.

"Is this kind of rain common?" Ria rolled off the mule, patted its head, and had little Swarth cover its eyes to keep it from being startled.

Now, all they could do was brave the heavy rain and slowly move forward. Along the way, they encountered more and more creatures covered in scales. Eventually, Ria could even feel herself stepping on something that made a "crunch" sound. When she lifted her foot, she was shocked to see a creature covered in silvery-white scales.

Now that the scales had been crushed, the corpses of the creatures within them had become blurred, and an even stronger stench filled Ria's nostrils.

Before he could even react, the mule couldn't take it anymore and let out a long bellow. Only then did Ria notice that its back had been soaked by rainwater.

The rain lost its corrosiveness within seconds of hitting the ground, and the rain on the gray mule was clearly splashed on when it first started raining.

Now, hard scales had grown on the fur there, and without hesitation, Ria took out a fruit knife and stabbed it into its skin, trying to cut out the stained part.

He did so, and the mule did not move, as if it could no longer feel pain in that area.

But Ria's hand paused.

It wasn't that he couldn't stand the sight of blood, but rather that the flesh he had cut off was covered with tiny, fish-scale-like roots growing beneath it, like plants. Although there weren't many, these fish-scale roots grew rapidly as soon as they were exposed to light.

At this moment, the mule was also gripped by extreme fear. It suddenly burst out with tremendous strength, broke free from Little Swaal's restraints, and ran into the heavy rain, revealing an extremely human-like smile as if it were bathing in sweet rain.

Then, its entire body was submerged in fish scales.

At this moment, it belatedly came to its senses.

The intense pain throughout its body caused it to let out a heart-wrenching scream. Soon, it slammed its head against the ground, breaking its own neck.

The mule lost its life completely.

Furthermore, after its neck broke, this tenacious creature took a few more steps forward before collapsing to the ground.

Lia was somewhat bewildered. The events before her eyes had happened too quickly. In just a few seconds, the once lively creature had been turned into a pile of foul-smelling fish scales that made people want to stay away.

"..."

He and Little Swarth walked toward the mule's carcass, their dark tentacles touching the polymer of scales, and its belly swelled up as if something was moving.

"Cut it open."

The tentacles did as instructed, and as the aggregated scales were cut open with a crisp sound, the contents mixed inside were no longer restrained and rushed out all at once, accompanied by hot air.

Those things were fish, a mountain of creatures, all steaming hot and alive.

(End of this chapter)