They all call me an Outer God.

What no one knew was that this king was quite bloodthirsty and would display a pleasingly joyful expression while killing.

The king had carried that stone statue with him from the very beginning. Although no one knew what it was, the king seemed to care about it very much.

"I only remember that it was an indispensable thing for me to recover my memories, and you were the factor that brought my memories back to their source."

After the monarch patiently waited for the painting by Yomos to be judged, he turned to look at Ria, then shifted his gaze to the stone sculpture on the ground, reached out his hand, and the sculpture flew back into his hand automatically.

As the monarch moved his finger, the canvases automatically detached from the canvases and arranged in a long row in mid-air.

When everyone looked at the painting, they all froze in shock.

Because they simply couldn't understand what Ria had drawn.

From those canvases, one can vaguely see wriggling tentacles, tattered folds of clothing, and surging waves. There is even a depressing sky that looks like it has been torn apart, with rolling clouds and lightning flashing within them.

Each portrait is so abstract and bizarre, and the content is unclear. This is different from Haddock's previous style; in fact, it is worse than before.

The fact that the painting, created using a monarch as a model, turned out like this instantly chilled the hearts of the onlookers, who were already thinking about where they would be buried after they died.

Yomos, on the other hand, was quite gloating.

The king remained expressionless, facing Ria, who could sense that he was waiting for her to speak.

Ria stepped forward, placing one hand on her chest: "Your Majesty, why not put these paintings together and take a look?"

"Puzzle it together? What kind of jigsaw puzzle do you think you're playing?" Yomos scoffed, thinking Haddock had really lost his mind. No matter what, he was bound to win.

However, the king did not think so. He waved his arm as if conducting a performance, and the canvases were automatically arranged by a supernatural force. Soon, the fourteen canvases formed an extraordinary picture.

On the surging sea, the sky was torn apart by lightning, and two enormous creatures with intertwined tentacles fought amidst the waves.

Their size was extraordinary, making even the islands and sailboats beside them appear small. One of the giants, dressed in yellow, appeared exceptionally majestic due to the principle of perspective.

As for the other end, it was none other than the stone sculpture that appeared at Ria's feet while he was painting!
The fifteenth canvas was set aside separately, covered with floating corpses that had been submerged in seawater. These corpses had cold weapons stuck in their bodies, tentacles wriggling in their wounds, and their eyes were completely black holes with their eyeballs gone, their eye sockets filled with fish.

It was as if he had been engaged in a fierce battle, or had suddenly died after witnessing something horrific.

“Your Majesty, this is the work I want to show you. You need to accept reality; none of your previous works could truly depict your appearance.” Ria suddenly raised her hand, pointing to the yellow-robed creature in the painting. “This is the real you.”

Yomos wanted to shut Ria up, but he suddenly sensed something was wrong. He turned to look at the king and found him with his head bowed, his hands trembling as he tried to hold his head.

Finally, the king let out a low laugh.

"Brilliant, Haddock, you never let me down!"

Yomos asked, puzzled, "Your Majesty, what are you saying...?"

The king gradually loosened his arms: "As many of you know, I have very little memory of the past. Ordinary artists simply follow the rules or even embellish my portraits, simply because they fear me."

"But Haddock has a high level of inspiration, which means he can easily discover things that are not ordinary, and perhaps even see the past and the future."

“I used stone carving to influence him step by step, to deepen his inspiration, hoping to use it to recover his memory. It seems that my gamble paid off.”

The king looked at Ria with satisfaction: "Your inspiration is higher than his; you have truly seen the attitude we should have."

This wasn't said to Haddock, but to Ria.

He knew that the person standing in front of him was not Haddock, and perhaps he had known from the beginning. "Thanks to you, I have regained some of my memories and remembered my original name. I am now just an avatar, but I still need to resolve the grudges that have accumulated since long ago."

"I also know why Aldebaran has a passage connecting to the seas of Earth; it is all destiny."

His words suddenly became complicated, and then the king removed his mask, revealing his face.

"My name is Hastur. It's been a long time since we last met. I never expected that we would meet again in this way."

Lia was taken aback: "We know each other?"

Then he thought of the godhood. Perhaps the King in Yellow and the godhood were old acquaintances. But now that the current trouble was resolved, Ria also had to find Qisha and Shamir immediately.

So the young man then made his request to the king, and Hastur generously agreed, sending Yomos to find the two of them. Yomos's expression before leaving is still unforgettable to Ria.

Anyway, that wasn't a happy expression on his face.

After witnessing Yomos leave, Ria staggered a couple of steps, feeling unusually tired, probably a side effect of the stone statue; he was now dizzy and disoriented.

Hastur invited Ria to rest in the palace and arranged a dinner.

At the dinner, Hastur and Ria were the first to take their seats, and they both focused their attention on the stone carvings on the table.

"The stars are in their proper places, the calamity has awakened, and Judgment Day is coming." These were the first words Hastur said to Ria after he sat down.

"You should know what the awakening of the radiant sun means."

Ria pondered for a moment: "For life on Earth, it means the seawater will flood in, and the ancient gods and Great Old Ones will awaken from their slumber."

"Then why is the sea overflowing—?"

Hastur stared into the eyes of the stone sculpture.

"Because He is about to wake up."

"Him?"

"The ancient city of R'lyeh, which slumbers in the deep sea, will sooner or later sweep everything into the deep sea and make all things its own cradle."

Ria recalled the scene she had dreamt about on the ship: "You mean, the passage that has been sleeping here since ancient times leads to the other side, the Sea of ​​Bathurs?"

"Yes."

Hastur did not deny it, his gaze complex: "Moreover, my memories are reminding me that what lies dormant in the sea is our blood relative. Perhaps none of this is a coincidence, and that I am destined to find Him."

"And what happens after you find him?" Ria asked, wondering what the King in Yellow would do after finding the one sleeping in R'lyeh. At the same time, he also thought of the horrific scene he had drawn under the influence of the stone carvings.

Hastur closed his eyes.

“He will awaken, and I am destined to stop him. This bloodline is destined not to coexist peacefully.”

"War is inevitable and will surely come."

(End of this chapter)