They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 416 Hatred
If anyone else had said this, the crew would have thought they were bragging. But the person who said it was Ria, and Ria was a disorderly individual. How could he doubt whether a disorderly individual could accomplish this?

"Sir, I remember you are the disordered one of Meme 4. Have you decided what the next meme should be?"

Are you interested in memes?

"Of course, I have studied the memes of superhumans in particular, and once tried to find out why they can advance through the act of interpreting memes, and what the purpose of interpreting is."

Although I am not a superhuman, many people have been studying this subject, and I often think that patients perform in order to gain superhuman recognition.

The extraordinary ability to grant a patient a meme allows the patient to then create the next meme.

So what exactly is the extraordinary? It's too general to have a definitive answer, but I've always believed that behind everything there is a deity who controls all things, and that is the source of the extraordinary. Otherwise, there would be no way to explain the origin and determination of memes.

“You’re right.” Ria acknowledged the crew member’s statement. Admittedly, he had also considered this question, but at the moment, no one knew what the source of the extraordinary was.

Long ago, there were no supernatural elements here. Later, unpolluted magic and other powers appeared, and countless magical creatures lived in the world. Then, they became extinct, and supernatural beings with polluting properties swept everything with a plague.

Ria shook her head, temporarily abandoning the thought of this problem. The most important thing right now was to resolve Judgment Day, not to deal with the extraordinary.

“I think the next meme I’m going to perform will be the Curse Master.”

"A curse master!?" The crew member suddenly became excited, and seeing his reaction, Ria asked, "What's wrong with the curse master?"

“Our captain has a curse meme; you can learn from him about related performance techniques. However, continuing to perform at your level carries the risk of losing control at any time. If you stop performing, you might be able to safely get through the rest of the time…”

"I don't have much time left, and we don't have much time left."

Lia said, "People can't just stop moving forward because they're timid and hesitant. Besides, I don't have to worry about things getting out of control. There will always be someone to help me clean up the mess."

Those behind the scenes have waited so long for this day. If Ria suddenly dies, their reaction will probably be quite interesting. So Ria can guarantee that he will not have any major problems before Judgment Day.

"I'll go ask Captain Delos about how to play the role of a cursed mage. Thanks for the reminder, though. You could try developing yourself as a scholar. I believe you have a bright future."

After saying this, Ria went to find Captain Delos, while the crew members who had been praised by Ria stood there for a long time, unable to come to their senses.

"Can someone as uneducated as me become a scholar?"

The crew member was touched. Soon, he found a little boy squatting motionless on the deck and went over to greet him.

"Hey, what's wrong, buddy? Why do you look so gloomy? You survived that burning ship, shouldn't you be happy? Think of yourself as a lucky kid, out of so many people, you're the only one who survived..."

“Yes,” the child said softly.

"Of all those people, I'm the only one who survived."

The crew member suddenly sensed that the atmosphere was a bit strange and thought that the child must be sad for his companion, so he comforted him.

"Don't be sad. From now on, you'll be a pirate with us, the king of the sea! You'll be feared and respected wherever you go. We can be free. You'll soon realize how perfect our group is!"

"Did you see that squid? That's our captain, the big boss of Meme Two. Did you see that young man with the monocle? That's our deck commander from Meme Four. Did you see that…?"

The crew talked a lot to the children squatting on the deck, but he didn't seem to hear a word. He remained sullen and unhappy. He refused the jewels and diamonds the crew offered him.

“It’s okay, we’re family from now on. You can trust us completely. My name is Mao Treddy, what’s yours?”

Mao waited patiently for a long time, but the child didn't respond, showing how deeply everything that had happened on the ship had affected him. However, Mao wasn't annoyed; he simply sat beside the child and continued telling him amusing stories about the pirates.

He would tell him how harmonious the pirates were, how epic their stories were, and how now the boy had the good fortune to become a real pirate and one of them.

Mao tells the children that no one here cares about his past, no one cares about hatred, and all they yearn for is a freer life, all for the sake of the storm and the abyss.

"Hey, little guy. You're not special. You're not the only one picked up on this ship!"

Although our old captain was a freak, oh my god, he really was a freak squid. Can you believe he would often go crazy for no reason? I can still vividly remember how he went crazy, and the thought of it still terrifies me.

But do you know why we've followed him all this time?

Mao stopped speaking at this point.

He realized that no matter what he said, the child still wouldn't open his mouth.

So Mao decided not to make a fool of himself and got up to leave. Perhaps the child was not used to the new environment now, but he would get used to life here in a few days.

However, at that moment, his sleeve was grabbed by the child.

The child squatting on the deck spoke for the first time: "My name is Shamir."

"You're finally talking!? Hahaha, good, good, Shamir, from now on you're my little brother, I'll protect you, I love kids the most—"

Are you hungry? Wait for me, I'll go get you something to eat right now. What do you want to eat? You can tell me anything.

Of course, fruit is a luxury item here; nowadays, a single piece of fruit is more precious than gold.

Actually, to be honest, we are still very poor. Although we have a lot of wealth, you see, we are so poor that we can only afford to eat abalone, hairy crabs, king crabs, sea cucumbers, starfish, and sea urchins that we can't finish every day and they all go bad.

I know these things might be precious to people on land, but we'd get so tired of eating them every day!

Mao complained, then suddenly realized he had gone off-topic. He should have asked Shamir what he wanted to eat, so Mao quickly got back to the point.

"So, little one, what would you like to eat? Sea cucumber, abalone, hairy crab, or starfish and sea urchin?"

“Either is fine,” Shamir replied.

“Okay! I’ll get you one of each. You wait here, little Shamir. I really love kids. I used to have a little brother, and he was just as cute as you…”

After saying that, Mao ran into the kitchen with a joyful stride, while Shamir stayed where he was, staring in that direction with an unreadable expression.

After a long while, Shamir lowered his head again.

He pulled a somewhat worn piece of paper from his pocket, on which were written some crooked and incomprehensible characters, looking like an "artwork" created by someone who was drunk and acting crazy.

But Shamir treasured it, and his hand trembled slightly as he held it.

This is—the tenth volume of the Book of Revelation by Gerald.

It contains the inscriptions and summoning methods of the Great Old Ones, the Eternals, the Emperor's Curse, and the Depletion of All Things. If they can be successfully summoned, with the power of the Great Old Ones, everyone here will die. The contents of the Book of Revelation will come true.

If Shamir truly wanted revenge, this was his only chance. No one could remain indifferent after witnessing their homeland destroyed. To him, everyone on this ship was an enemy. They had the typical Enderles appearance, and those people were bandits, robbers.

They and people from other countries came to his homeland, treating his fellow countrymen as commodities and slaves...

And they are proud of it, which is absolutely disgusting.

"Now is not the time."

That's right, now is not the time.

Shamir took a deep breath, folded the paper back into his pocket, and knew he had to be extremely cautious before he could achieve his goal.

Now, the volumes of the Book of Revelation by Gerald are his only hope.

"I must live, only by living can I take revenge."

He still remembered how, a few years ago, when those robbers first arrived at his home, they bared their fangs at his family.

Shamir's grandfather did not welcome them and was shot directly, nearly dying.

His grandfather took him to the mountains and fled to a cemetery where the caretaker was a good friend of his grandfather.

It was there, in the gravedigger's room, that they found the paper.

However, the gravedigger had long since died, the cause of death unknown, and his death was gruesome, his body covered with indescribable scarlet internal organs.

After witnessing the brutality of the bandits, his grandfather, with his last breath, told him that if all else failed, he should take this piece of paper to Endlers, summon the creature depicted on it, and then witness the destruction of Endlers.

It is true that hatred can blind one to things. But Shamir no longer has that much time, nor can he afford to care about such things.

If the war continues, his country will perish completely.

The original inhabitants might be rewritten by history as the Enderers, while they themselves might be rewritten by history as sinners.

"..."

Shamir's teeth clenched so hard they crunched as he thought about the possibility.

After some time, Mao came out with a large plate of food. He happily told Jamil that he had spent a long time preparing this food and asked him to see what he liked to eat.

It has all kinds of fish, shrimp, and crabs, and such culinary skills are rare for the people of Endlers, since the common stereotype of them is that their cooking is really hard to eat.

"Try it, it's delicious. Or do you prefer toast with salad dressing, beef, and sliced ​​vegetables? Come on, you can replace the beef with fish and imagine it with vegetables and fruits on top, it will taste the same."

Shamir stared at the food, then suddenly laughed and said it looked delicious. He then picked up the plate and began to eat voraciously.

Mao patted his back, thinking about the kind of hardship this child had endured.

"Eat slowly, I can make you more if you're not full."

Shamir's smile grew even brighter; he looked genuinely moved, as if he had completely opened his heart to the person before him.

"Thank you, you're the first person to be so kind to me."

He had said this countless times, but the person in front of him took it seriously.

Not far away, Ria leaned against the wall, her eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought.

Not long after, he opened his eyes and met the gaze of the little Swarth in front of him.

Little Swarth stayed inside his hat, peeking out and looking down with his golden eyes, making a "coo" sound.

"Goo!"

Ria reached out and stroked its head, and little Swarth seemed to enjoy the touch.

"Things seem to be getting more and more chaotic, Schwarz. What do you think the future holds?"

With that, Ria stuffed Swarth back into his hat and left.

The most urgent task now is to find the captain and ask him how to perform the curse. Not long after, Ria found the captain in the cockpit.

When Delos is in squid form, its eight tentacles can each perform their respective functions perfectly.

He used one tentacle to steer the boat. One tentacle held a book, while the other six held bottles of wine, seemingly ready to gulp it down at any moment.

It was then that Lia realized he was driving under the influence of alcohol.

"Captain, drunk driving is against the rules."

"Rules? What rules? Here, I am the rule!"

"Besides, what you're saying about drunk driving only applies to cars. I'm just driving a boat. Is the boat going to suddenly capsize or collide with another vessel?"

He was debating with Ria when a reef suddenly appeared ahead. Ria's pupils contracted; it seemed the ship was doomed to run aground and was about to collide with it. But Dross said, "It's alright, we won't crash!"

"It won't crash!"

The boat made a sharp turn in a very short time, avoiding the reef. Everyone on board fell down with a series of thuds, appearing perfectly synchronized, while Ria remained standing motionless.

However, he now admires Delos's skills, since he can't drive a boat.

"Alright, tell me why you're here. You're not the kind of person who would just come here to joke around, are you?"

Ria said, "I can't hide it from you after all. I've come here for two things. First, I want to ask you about the methods of cursing."

Secondly, I think you should pay more attention to the mental health of the children who have just boarded the ship.

Of course, this might not be a problem. After all, we just have different perspectives.

(End of this chapter)