They all call me an Outer God.

Transactions were too troublesome, so Ria found the tallest hotel in Lidsh and used his supernatural abilities to create a clone of himself above, who then threw a large bag of money downstairs to cause a riot.

Of course, for Lia herself, this is no different from baiting the area before fishing to attract fish.

After preparing the bait, he went into his hotel room, intending to get a few hours of sleep, something he hadn't done in a long time.

The young man placed his coat and hat on the coat rack, took off his gloves, and unsurprisingly saw those golden eyes and fleshy whiskers.

If you use supernatural abilities to hide them, you can fake the effect of ordinary skin, but they will still be there, and you cannot make them disappear even by using trade authority.

Lia stared at them for a long time, intending to find a mirror to see what other contamination had appeared on her body.

He didn't care if the pollution accumulated more; Lia was simply curious about what other forms she could transform into. This feeling was like opening a blind box, or like planting an unknown seed and waiting for it to grow—full of hope.

Not long after, Ria stood in front of the mirror and washed her face. Gradually, countless eyes appeared on her body. These eyes flickered with an eerie light in the dim environment. They were looking at Ria in the mirror, and Ria was also looking at them through the mirror.

The surrounding environment seemed to blur, while their lights became even more conspicuous.

Lia continued to look for a while before realizing that it wasn't just the surrounding environment that was becoming blurry... a thick fog had appeared all around him, completely engulfing everything except light.

Our Lord... You will return, You will awaken.

You will eventually reclaim all your authority and attain supreme power.

Those indistinct murmurs echoed in my ears again.

We beg you to wake up...

Do not wake up!

Wake up!

Don't wake up!

You must not wake up!

【My Lord】

O Almighty Lord.

Lord...

Numerous clamorous sounds came from all directions. At first, Ria was confused, but then he saw the fleshy tendrils on the back of his hand begin to stretch out, and the pollution began to spread. The tendrils spread up his arm and down his body, breaking down his flesh and blood, with countless eyes like fruits piercing through them.

"Crack—" The mirror in front of him shattered, and Ria realized that this might not be the reality he knew anymore; he had probably fallen into a dream again.

A long-lost dream, a familiar mist.

What will I dream about this time?

Ria perked up, his eyes filled with curiosity about the unknown. In his dream, he summoned a cane that could transform into a very sharp sword, which made him feel safer.

The road ahead was now clear, and Ria walked forward with her cane in hand, as the fog gradually thinned.

Soon, a tall figure appeared in front of him.

The woman in the cheongsam stood there quietly, holding a folding fan that covered half of her face, but there was a real golden vertical pupil pattern on the fan.

A swollen woman.

"Good day, ma'am."

To be honest, Ria wasn't surprised at all to see Him in her dream. "You've come. We've been waiting for you for so long."

"For your safety, please follow me from now on, otherwise you may easily get lost in the fog."

His voice, though melodious, concealed a deadly danger: "Believe me, [the fog] is not a harmless thing."

As she spoke, the woman walked ahead without exchanging another word with Ria, as if her presence was merely to serve as a guide.

After thinking for a moment, Ria followed. The fog around them thinned out a bit. Along the way, Ria saw highly fragmented landforms such as oceans, rivers, and mountains, which gradually came into existence from nothing.

Then some people rode horses and galloped through those areas, waving long whips, and from time to time they would stop and look up at the sky, making a gesture of embracing the sun.

Ria recognized them; they were three of the Knights of the Apocalypse. As for why there weren't four, it was because he hadn't met the fourth one yet.

The swollen woman continued leading Ria onward, traversing those bizarre and fantastical regions until they arrived at a pure white space. That space contained nothing but a huge and jarring rock.

There were some cards on the stone. Ria went closer and found that these cards were meme cards, and there were exactly fifteen of them.

The characters are listed at the top: Black Market Merchant, Magician, Hunter, Guardian, Dream Weaver, Werewolf, and Curse Master.

The following are listed in order: Idiot, Witch, Raven, Lucky Guy, Cupid, Tactician, Prophet, and Sorcerer.

"This is……"

Ria discovered that the cards arranged on the table were all memes that he had already successfully performed. Judging from the current progress, he only needed to perform three more, and then he would be done.

As if possessed, he picked up the black market merchant plaque, looked at the image of the unscrupulous merchant above it, and then unexpectedly caught sight of another gaze.

On the Idiot card, the numerous masks hanging on the tentacles seemed to be mocking or pitying, but Ria could clearly feel that the gaze she had just received came from them.

These gazes seemed to be constantly tempting Ria.

Choose us—choose the Idiot Meme.

You cannot escape fate; eventually, you will come to accept us.

Lia remained unmoved by their provocations, instead putting down the Black Market badge and shifting her attention to the [Tactician].

For this meme, the strategist needs a war.

However, the result was that even the demise of the War Knight could not shake the interpretive barrier of the Tactician meme.

"Is there something I haven't considered, or is this battle something I need to fight myself?"

Tacticians are civilians, and it might not seem like a good fit to deploy them on the battlefield. However, this is an extraordinary world where anything is possible.

As Ria pondered this, she even began to consider which opponents to choose for herself. But the swollen woman beside her spoke up: "Walking the path of the extraordinary inevitably leads to confusion. In that case, why not pray to beings of higher status and seek their inspiration?"

"You mean you have a better way?"

Ria didn't blink. After all, the swollen woman was an incarnation of Nyarlathotep. He seemed indifferent to her, but in reality, he was always on guard.

It's best not to believe a single word this person says.

"How pathetic. I thought those clones had built enough trust with you, but it seems they are still so useless."

The swollen woman closed her folding fan, and her facial features suddenly collapsed inward, gradually twisting into a vertical pupil eye pattern.

(End of this chapter)