They all call me an Outer God.

Previously, it would take Haddock at least several days to paint a single painting, which required the model to have enough patience. However, the people present were not ordinary humans. As a race with extremely long lifespans, several days were just a moment to them.

The king seemed interested as well, but he could not make any move until the two painters finished the portrait, and Ria could not leave the scene.

However, the young man did not show any unusual emotions. He turned to the judges beside him and said gently, "Could you bring a few more drawing boards?"

He meant that he could keep drawing until Yomos finished his work.

"I can wait for you, you don't need to rush."

These words were undoubtedly a provocation to everyone, but the king nodded and tacitly approved of his proposal.

So Ria, in front of everyone, began to pick up a paintbrush and palette to create more content. He himself did not have such artistic talent, and the statue was probably the one that created the current scene.

The young man was now bursting with inspiration, his mind so active that it surprised Haddock. Suddenly, he thought of something and, through Ria's body, looked at the king in yellow.

The monarch remained motionless, like a lifelike statue, and since he was wearing a mask, no one knew what kind of expression was behind the mask.

Almost everything about their king is a mystery.

This place is called Aldebaran, a region in the constellation Taurus. It is connected to the Sea of ​​Bathurs through an interdimensional passage, and the Yis can freely travel between the two ends, living a life that would be completely isolated from the world if they did not come into contact with humans.

They had been carefully venturing out through interdimensional portals to find human bodies to replace their own, but this life was shattered one day.

Someone found the current king at a strange old lake in Aldebaran. It was strange because the lake should have been a desert, but one day it suddenly appeared.

He appeared in human form, unconscious by the lake. Everything about him seemed to be a mystery. All the people of Is knew was that he was a formidable fighter, and no one in the entire race could match him.

To avoid their race from being wiped out again, the Is people worshipped this man as their king. Gradually, a group of Byakki also drifted here and voluntarily followed him.

The king had a natural love for art, and the creatures that lived on Aldebaran all had some artistic talent to them.

However, as the saying goes, artists are all crazy; a normal person's mind simply cannot create true art.

If all the great races have gone mad, then the king is the most insane of them all.

He would truly destroy the Isles for the sake of a painting.

No one dared to speculate on what he was thinking. Now people placed all their hopes on Haddock. If Haddock died, they would have no choice but to abandon their current residence again and go into exile in the universe.

Some Issians have already set their sights on Earth, thinking that if Haddock really can't be relied on, perhaps they can hide in some corner of Earth and wait for the King's wrath to subside on its own.

Lia had no idea what they were thinking, otherwise she would have told them that even Earth was not safe at all, and that the Radiant Sun was about to awaken. If they really hid on Earth and then faced Judgment Day not long after, how desperate would these creatures be?

"Shh-"

Ria stared at the paint spreading across the canvas. In a short time, he had already completed five paintings. However, it was still early, and the sky showed no sign of darkening.

"continue."

The king's voice rang in his ears, and Ria closed his eyes, trying to suppress his excited emotions, but to no avail.

His inspiration is flowing endlessly, like a hot current converging in his veins and extending to his limbs, then from his limbs to his heart, causing a tingling sensation in his heart.

All of this is caused by that stone statue on the ground.

There is something wrong with the stone statue.

Samir and Kissa still hadn't appeared nearby. Ria could only continue creating her so-called art according to her own inspiration.

Five.

Ten...

Fifteen images —

It wasn't until he finished his fifteenth painting that Yomos's brush stopped.

"Clap."

Yomos's paintbrush fell to the ground, splattering paint everywhere. The brush bounced twice on the ground before collapsing onto the paint like a corpse.

"Your Majesty, I..."

Yomos took two steps back, opened his mouth, and turned his head to find that Ria was already surrounded by a bunch of easels.

The young man stood quietly in the center surrounded by easels, his clothes and face inevitably stained with different colors due to the flamboyance of his movements.

Dark circles appeared under his eyes, his whites were bloodshot, and you could even see his constantly blinking golden pupils on his face.

"You've finally finished drawing! Do you know how long I've been waiting for this moment?"

Ria's voice was soft, gentle, and non-aggressive, yet it inexplicably made Yomos feel immense pressure.

"Fifteen, a full fifteen canvases. It seems I have quite a connection with the number fifteen—"

Lia changed the subject, stepped out from the easel, her hand still trembling slightly as she held the paintbrush, clearly not yet satisfied.

The king turned to look at him and stepped down from the platform.

"That's fine, you all did a great job."

Now it was time to judge the paintings. The king first went to Yomos's painting and quietly stared at it.

On the canvas, he wears a golden crown, a yellow robe, and holds a scepter. Thousands of creatures crawl beneath him, and the sunlight shines on the monarch, making him appear exceptionally majestic.

“A very atmospheric painting, Yomos, I have never doubted your skill.”

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Yomos became very proud after being praised. He did not think that what Ria had painted in a short time was comparable to his own creation. Art is not about quantity but quality, but unfortunately not everyone can understand this point.

The other judges were also very kind and gave Yomos a high score. They all agreed that Yomos's level was indeed impeccable, otherwise the king would not have chosen him out of so many Byakki.

"A work that excels in both composition and color scheme. This theme and emotion are found in many historical works, but Lord Yomos has brought the painting to life, as if the monarch in the painting were personally present, inspiring a sense of awe in the viewer..."

"Realistic yet not realistic, highlighting a touch of divinity, I give it 9.8 points."

"9:06."

"9:09!"

From the string of high scores, Yomos knew that it would be difficult for Ria to surpass him. He didn't care about the lives of those Iss people; seeing the monarch's joy was more important to him than anything else.

(End of this chapter)