They all call me an Outer God.

Could it be that my mentor will wake up here?

Lia stared at the hand for a long time, but saw no further movement. Perhaps he was hallucinating and seeing things wrong.

Under the influence of extraordinary pollution, it's not surprising to experience any kind of hallucination, and Ria felt she shouldn't take any chances.

Just to be on the safe side, he considered what he could afford to offer as a sacrifice to Yog-Sothoth.

What are you hesitating about? Is Charlie not worth your utmost effort? You've searched for him so diligently for so long. As a mentor, Charlie is willing to give everything for his students, even the most important thing an angel's wings would give. And you're not even willing to give this small thing?

Just as Ria was pondering, the familiar voice reappeared in his mind.

This thing seems to be the consciousness of the War Knight. He ate the War Seal, and ever since then, this consciousness has been attached to his mind.

These words stunned Ria, and the War Knight's voice turned sly.

Now you are the Plague Knight. If you wish, you can inflict disease on everyone in this land and use them as sacrifices. I believe the Gate and the Mentor will be very pleased with your piety...

Before he could finish speaking, Ria suddenly said, "That's right, how come I didn't think of that?"

【? 】

"I still have you."

Lia exclaimed in surprise, and then, his head, which was his consciousness, suddenly exploded, turning into tentacles, and the consciousness slumped against the wall.

The young man triggered his body's protective mechanisms through self-destructive impulses, resulting in a forced coma.

The next second, he woke up in the dream world and, unsurprisingly, saw Shane walking in a line with a bunch of strange creatures, with a hoe in its mouth.

【I'm going mining, Faceless Lord!】

As it spoke, it followed the main group away, and a potted plant appeared in front of the Golden Church in the Dreamland.

It appeared incredibly small, perhaps because it was still unfamiliar with this place. The tender sapling waved its leaves and swayed gently in the breeze.

Believers passing by used it as a toothpick dispenser, and each believer liked to pick its branches when they passed by. In addition to the branches, its leaves also tasted delicious, with a crisp and sweet-sour flavor, making them perfect for wrapping roasted meat.

So soon after, it went bald.

This place doesn't seem to be the life she imagined.

Ria comforted it, saying it was alright, then casually pulled it out of the flowerpot, planted it in the ground, watered it, and encouraged it to grow well.

The sapling was very moved and decided to grow into a towering tree to repay this person.

And so, Ria walked into the Golden Church. There weren't many people there today, and because of Ria's deliberate influence, no one paid any attention to him.

He prepared the materials for the sacrifice, and it was thanks to the abundance of things he had accumulated that he could have spent half a day just to prepare the raw materials for one sacrifice.

"Five grams of mucus from a giant deep-sea octopus, one strand of mermaid hair and one scale, three grams of leaves from a star tree, ten grams of meteorite fragments bathed in moonlight, and one milliliter each of the blood of fear from one hundred different humans..."

“Burn these things into ashes, and use the ashes to draw patterns.”

Ria followed her memory. If one's identity is not that of the most trusted follower of that deity, then the ritual to summon the god will be extremely complicated, and the higher the rank of the deity, the greater the difficulty of the summoning.

But given Ria's divine status, the gods wouldn't make things too difficult for him.

"call--"

The materials were gathered together and burned in the fire, and no one in the room objected to him setting fire to his own church.

The consciousness of war still did not understand what Ria wanted to do.

What did you mean by saying you still have me? I'm not responsible for killing for you; for the Lord we both serve, you have to do it yourself.

"The radiant sunrise?"

Ria stared at the firelight before her, her pupils reflecting the color of the flames.

He never hesitated to praise the radiant sunrise.

“I truly love Him; the Lord is the greatest being in the world.”

"But there are more important things for me to pursue than him. When the door first found me, it told me that the world is false and that we should seek the truth through truth."

He said that nothing is more tragic than being blinded by hypocrisy and complacent. We are like ants trapped in a feeding dish, thinking that is the whole world, unaware that countless eyes are watching us from beyond the world.

He has a great ability to guide people's hearts. We made a deal; I believe in Him, and He will give me the truth in the future.

Does accepting someone else's memories make you forget your roots? Look at you now, saying things you would never have said before—those aren't your memories at all!

【Don't you want to return to your original world? The Radiant Sun can help you, and only He can help you!】

“There’s no going back…” Ria’s voice was very soft.

【What did you say? 】

"I can't go back to where I was, I can't go back to what I used to be. Look at me now, do I look like a human being?"

Golden eyes reappeared on his skin, and the shadow behind him became extremely distorted.

"So many dreams have told me that the only consequence of going back is the collapse of the original world. Since that's the case, there's no need to go back, and I won't have any more thoughts about that place."

"Later I discovered that as long as I gave up that idea, I would no longer have any nightmares about the original world, which was a really unexpected surprise."

The war is becoming increasingly unbelievable.

【you……】

"Shh, be quiet."

Ria stopped Him from speaking, and then tentacles emerged from the shadows, picking up the ashes left after the flames had died down and beginning to inscribe a sacrificial circle.

The tentacles moved quickly and drew very neatly. After the ritual array was completed, Ria took a step and walked towards the center.

"The primordial, almighty, and eternal God,"

The tip of the path, the pillar of origin.
The enigmatic sage who appeared from the void path,
The irreplaceable leader of the Truth Dimension
You are spacetime, you are the original darkness.

It is omniscience and omnipotence, the ultimate taboo that all living beings crave.

Praise the supreme divinity of the ineffable truth.
Praise to Umer Yate Tavel,
Praise be to Yog-Sothoth!

What do you want to do?!

The consciousness of war questioned him. Ria felt the wind coming from the strokes of the sacrificial array, the wind growing more and more violent, making the hem of his clothes flutter loudly.

The light around us suddenly disappeared, and everything went dark.

“Merciful and wise Lord, I offer the consciousness of the War Knight to you, requesting contact with the true consciousness of the Angel of Truth, Ivand Charles.”

"You're trying to do me a favor? How could He possibly agree?"

Before the last sentence could be finished, the talk of war came to an abrupt end.

Clearly, He has disappeared.

A glowing door appeared before Ria, as if he could achieve his wish simply by passing through it.

So, without hesitation, Ria stepped forward and went through the door.

……

"Cough cough cough—cough!"

Thick smoke obscured his vision, and his nostrils were filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Ria opened her eyes, waving away the smoke, and saw a group of people gathered around a well from which thick, black smoke was billowing out.

The wind stopped, and the smoke began to rise straight up, polluting the sky terribly, turning the entire sky into a gray-red, hellish scene.

A man carrying a kerosene lamp stood in front of the well and told everyone to keep quiet.

"This thing is sensitive to sound and light. When it appears, shout loudly to distract it, understand?"

The people around them nodded; their clothes were worn and old, like those worn by people from Endeleurs hundreds of years ago.

"Have I traveled back in time?"

Lia thought to herself, and the man carrying the kerosene lamp in front of her had a neat head of tufted hair and a solemn expression; he was probably around twenty-eight years old.

He looks like Ivand, and perhaps he is Ivand.

Lia continued to observe, and soon the ground suddenly shook, and many people lost their footing and fell to the ground. A large mound of earth rose directly from the soil near the well. Not long after, the well stopped spewing smoke and instead spewed out a large number of people who had no skin and were covered in blood.

These people are wrapped in a transparent film, where they are constantly squeezed and struggle, but they are still alive.

No one pities these things, because they have long since become extraordinary beings.

"Attention everyone—"

People were suppressing their fear, or rather, releasing it; they began to shout, and the sound caused cracks to appear on the surface of the membrane. Ivand smashed the glass cover of the kerosene lamp and threw the flame into the crack.

Soon, the people inside the membrane were burned, engulfed by flames, and they cried out in agony, only to be observed by people through a thin membrane.

Soon, all of these things died, turning into a pool of black, gelatinous substance that fell to the ground.

People cheered for Ivan, calling him the pride of mankind and its savior.

Ivand laughed heartily: "We have passed the most difficult period. As long as we continue to follow the wise man's advice, those disgusting things are no match for us at all."

“Mr. Charlie, we’ve wanted to ask you for a long time, who exactly is this wise man you’re talking about? We should meet him and thank him.”

"You will meet Him if you have the chance, but He may have a peculiar temperament and doesn't like to interact with people."

During this period, people had already passed the time when they were arbitrarily controlled by supernatural beings. The appearance of Ivand gave them hope and showed them that using supernatural beings to fight against supernatural beings was the most feasible approach. Gradually, mysterious items began to be discovered and manufactured by humans.

Ivand felt that using these things to fight supernatural beings was acceptable, but they couldn't be used for other purposes in private, otherwise it would cause chaos.

People outwardly agree, but in the black market, these magical products are always in short supply. They are almost always sold off and people go bankrupt as soon as they appear. Even if they are not used to fight against the supernatural, people will flock to them for their functions, ignoring the backlash.

At that time, people were unaware of the potential backlash from these mysterious items, and people often died unexpectedly and tragically.

Moreover, some people use these things to exploit their fellow human beings in order to elevate their own status and call themselves nobles. Clever ones walk down the street and if they see someone they don't like, they have their servants pay a price to use mysterious items to kill that person and experience an extraordinary thrill.

Soon, people started marching in the streets, and they rushed to Ivand's house in the middle of the night, begging him to stop it.

They searched but couldn't find Ivand. When someone finally found him, he was talking to someone in the wilderness.

The man hid and watched Ivand mutter to himself, while something seemed to flash by in mid-air.

Immediately, he turned pale and ran back, telling people that Ivand had made a deal with the evil god, which was why he possessed extraordinary abilities. The evil god resided in his body, and when the time was right, it would make Ivand its new incarnation.

“We’ve always feared those evil gods the most; all our suffering is thanks to them, yet Ivand has actually had contact with them…”

"He must be trying to lull us into a false sense of security, so he can find the perfect opportunity to wipe us out! He was the one who discovered the mysterious item first, so this infiltration might have started back then."

Oh, and he also colluded with an organization called something like "Order," which gathers people who use mysterious items as weapons... Those people deserve to die!

"Then what do we do? We are no match for them at all."

"Don't take action yet. Our war with those monsters is not over. More and more deep-sea creatures are coming ashore. We can only avoid the war for now."

Feigning compliance while secretly building up strength, we cannot passively be manipulated. Frankly, why don't we sow discord between them, letting them fight to the death? That way, they'll be powerless against us.

Everyone agreed that this made sense. They weren't on the front lines of the battlefield; they were currently acting as the protected, so they could simply sit back and watch the show.

Those marine creatures couldn't reach the mainland, and no one knew how terrifying they were.

And so, people pretended not to have noticed anything, continuing to praise Ivand as a hero while secretly informing the Order that Ivand was not a good person at all.

In the deep sea, there is an Old One named Cthulhu Futan.

He was roused from the silence of R'lyeh by the sacrifices of foolish believers, and countless Deep Ones crawled to the earth.

It was in that battle that Ivand was seriously injured and suffered a mental breakdown. He had no choice but to beg for the Gate's help, willingly giving up everything to guard the coastline and prevent any creature from advancing.

Then, in front of everyone, a door appeared behind him, from which countless tentacles twisted and suppressed the supernatural creature, while the old one unwillingly returned to the deep sea and fell into slumber.

In the war between humans and supernatural beings, humanity miraculously won, but at the cost of losing more than half of Enderus's population. The Deep Ones, along with that entire landmass, were also transported to an unknown realm by spatial distortion.

Ivan walked wearily toward his comrades, announcing that the battle was over, only to be met with their weapons pointed at him as if they had rehearsed beforehand.

"Charlie... don't come any closer."

(End of this chapter)