They all call me an Outer God.

He controlled the tentacle to split into more tentacles, which then helped him maintain the hygiene of the grocery store.

Meanwhile, at the Bathurs Sea.

As Swarth flew, it seemed to finally remember something important. It plunged into the sea to search for someone. If that person was missing, Ria would definitely be very worried.

Hastur transformed into human form and sat on a tentacle that floated on the water like an island. The surrounding area was filled with white mist, making visibility extremely low. Any ship that strayed into this place was destined to sink.

This was a smokescreen set up by Hastur to keep the secret of this place. Seeing the black dragon's anxious appearance, he probably understood what it was looking for.

"Fate has already determined everything, and aren't we just puppets manipulated by fate?"

"The target you're looking for has probably already left on its own and disappeared without a trace. Those who are watched by the door never end well."

Ivand Charles's body has disappeared.

This was something no one could have predicted. Where He went, and whether He regained his self-awareness, remains unknown.

What people should pray for now is for Him to regain His self-awareness. As a member of the Gate's retinue, if He departs without regaining His self-awareness, it can only mean one thing—

The one that awakened in that body was not the original Ivand at all.

It is the gate, the twisted curse of Yog-Sothoth, the purest form of "evil"!
His curse has come!
"This farce is really getting bigger and bigger, it really has the style of chaos."

Hastur shook his head and looked up at the ships in the mist before him.

When Ria self-destructed, she returned Delos's ship and his crew to him and erected a barrier to prevent them from being harmed.

Now that Delos has reunited with the crew, he feels that he was so petty in front of Ria, and even questions him about it.

He felt ashamed, and in his shame, he decided to do something for him, at the very least to collect some maritime wealth for the Lord of Trade and to prevent other countries and any supernatural beings from invading the borders of Enderus.

"We're setting sail, brothers! This time we're going to be in for a tough battle, so give it your all!"

As for those who are not crew members on board, they probably have nowhere else to go but to become crew members and embark on their sea voyages.

"Whoosh—" Schwarz emerged from the sea, its head alone exceeding the size of the pirate ship in its complete form.

Shamir, now incorporating the consciousness of Geragi, stood on the deck gazing at it, seemingly lost in thought.

"The contents of Revelation will be fulfilled by others even if I do not promote them. Never test human nature, and never test divinity."

"Putting all that aside, the basic desires of all living beings are the same: when faced with a crisis, they want to fight back, and when faced with the weak, they want to devour them."

He slowly raised his head and looked up at the sky. Despite the fog obscuring the view and making visibility almost zero, Shamir stared intently at the sky.

"Stars, our homeland, our destiny... It's a pity that the radiant sun has blocked the path of return, otherwise I wouldn't have stayed here all this time."

Shamir finally sighed, turned away from everything else, and returned to his cabin.

Hastur decided to continue guarding the seal and spreading faith to those who were in despair. In addition, he was responsible for teaching Shwael things it had never learned before, which was known as special training.

Schwarz was initially a million times unwilling, but it found itself completely cut off from Ria. There were only two possibilities: either the host had completely disappeared from the world, or Ria didn't want to see it at the moment.

Either outcome would be a fatal blow to Swarth, but Hastur promised that it was all temporary and that Swarth could only better help Ria by becoming stronger, and Ria would then acknowledge it.

Although Schwarz felt it was extremely strong and didn't need much special training, it still stayed.

Hastur was quite satisfied with this. He listed hundreds of special training plans as a way of repaying Ria, since failing to pay the Lord of Trade any reward could lead to terrible consequences, not even short-term loans. As for the mentors who left?
There will naturally be people more anxious than Hastur.

……

"……call."

Endlers is a remote coastal area.

The man, draped in tattered burlap, crawled from the sea onto the beach, his fingers leaving deep marks on the sand.

His silver hair reached his waist and was now wet from the seawater, blocking his view. The man seemed to find it an eyesore, so he grabbed the long hair and cut off most of it with his fingers like a knife. The rest was tied up haphazardly, but there were still many stray hairs blocking his neck.

Ivand tried to get up, but found himself extremely weak, his body stiff, and his limbs powerless.

But these were not major problems for Him; He had plenty of patience to wait for the restoration.

As He moved forward, a pair of boots suddenly appeared and blocked His way.

Ivan looked up and found that the person blocking his way was exceptionally tall, with a head that was completely that of a goat, and a pair of horizontal pupils staring coldly at him.

"Step aside."

Ivan the Path.

Pan narrowed his eyes: "I knew those people from the Order Association, including your students, couldn't keep an eye on you. They actually let you come back to life. But it doesn't matter. I don't mind killing you again for them."

"You're so weak right now, why didn't you take the opportunity to hide in the sea and recover your strength? Why did you climb ashore?"

Ivan's voice was weak: "For..."

"What did you say?" Pan didn't hear him clearly, so he moved closer. Unexpectedly, the next second Ivand suddenly sprang up, pounced on him, and grabbed his neck. His pupils and the whites of his eyes were all pitch black.

"Hungry—I'm hungry, so hungry..."

"I'm going to eat you all!!!"

As he spoke, countless black spheres suddenly appeared around Ivand. The appearance of these spheres even made Pan feel threatened. Sure enough, after they disappeared, the area that was originally covered by the spheres would completely disappear.

Completely, dimensionally erased.

"Ugh!!!!"

Ivand sneered, and suddenly hundreds of spheres rushed towards Pan at high speed. Pan waved his hand sharply at the spheres, and in an instant, they were turned and veered straight toward the sea surface.

Thirty-eight miles away, people struggled to resist the towering phantom of the war knight, while extraordinary creatures in the sea roared rampantly.

In the next second, in an instant, their bodies were pierced through at the speed of light.

With several loud crashes, countless fragments of corpses drifted on the sea, and the war phantoms briefly ceased their attacks, seemingly intending to slowly regenerate their bodies.

"It's terrifying that you're still in a weakened state. I can't imagine how powerful you would have been in your prime... But speaking of which, you didn't go through all that trouble to climb back to Endlers to find your other half, did you?"

Pan tilted his head, as if pointing something.

(End of this chapter)