They all call me an Outer God.

The swollen woman held a completely different attitude towards this opinion: "No one in this world is indispensable to anyone else, but I am very pleased to see that the relationship between the two of you has become so good."

"You are now the way a god should be."

Ria's body was covered by the cloak, and even his original eyes were obscured by darkness, as if they had grown together with the solid cloak. At present, he could still see everything in front of him clearly by means of the vertical pupil pattern on the hood, and when he looked at the swollen woman, he could vaguely see the bloated and fat body behind her.

“Swal... is that how you address Him now? Well then, with Swal’s blessing, the contamination of truth will no longer be a problem for you, and it’s time for you to receive some inheritance from the transcendent.”

The figure of the swollen woman vanished abruptly, and then the mentor's dark side took her place, silently appearing before Ria.

He held a deck of meme cards in his hand, twirling them like playing cards, making a "clattering" sound.

Finally, He laid the cards face down, and Riyah drew one from them.

Tell me, what did you draw?

Ivan's voice was low and suppressed.

Ria: "Black marketeer."

How many cards do I have left in my hand?

Fourteen.

How many meme cards are there in total?

Fifteen.

What's the difference between one and fifteen?

"..."

Ria suddenly stopped answering and just stared at Ivand in front of her with a complicated expression.

Suddenly, Ivand took the meme card from Ria's hand and snapped it shut, fanning the cards together so that the fifteen rectangular cards instantly became a stack.

The answer is no difference.

"You will probably see angels. The archangels in various fields have different methods. There are also angels who have long possessed their own divine status and are ranked as demigods, but they still cannot break through the threshold from meme one to meme zero."

"because……"

Ivand lowered his voice and chuckled, "On the path to godhood, one must pass through the unity of all things."

"What does it mean?"

"You know perfectly well what's going on in your heart, don't you?"

Ivand's smile gradually faded. "The progression from meme nine to meme one is a gradual one. The development speed increases exponentially as the number decreases. It's already this difficult to develop just one meme, let alone from meme one to meme zero..."

He approached Ria, as if whispering in her ear: "Attributing all memes to oneself, maintaining rationality in the process of interpreting everything, ultimately destroyed by 'idiocy'."

"The path to meme zero requires the integration of everything."

Each person, with their unique characteristics, will eventually embark on a different path of interpretation. The mother will watch over all her offspring, witnessing them step through the gate of the unity of all things, and achieve [blind folly] in the fog of namelessness.

"Thinking about it now, we were really pathetic. It's said that the path to godhood wasn't as complicated as it is now back then, so don't you understand who cut off the path to godhood?"

After a moment of silence, Ria slowly uttered an answer: "The gods." In their slumber, they also face many threats, with countless weak lives taking the opportunity to grow and thus threaten their lives or status.

Therefore, before they fell into slumber, they indulged in pollution and distorted the path to godhood. This is why all the fantastical things in history were destroyed and replaced by pollution from the stars after a period of time.

Ivan looked at Ria with an almost pitying gaze: "Yes, gods."

"The truth is the greatest curse. There are some things that people are better off never knowing."

"The extraordinary is a huge scam."

“Each meme symbolizes the contamination of a god’s authority, and meme zero is the final collection of these contaminations within itself. If no one breaks through the threshold to reach meme zero before the stars are in their proper places, then all of us, including angels and demigods, will become nourishment for them after their awakening.”

"The entire planet is a huge pasture that they have raised, and we are the livestock within it."

"Yes, we are livestock."

Ria let out a sigh. No wonder people after Meme 2 seem to have lost their humanity. Some even started to give up on themselves, letting themselves maintain the monstrous form they once hated the most.

No one could remain unmoved upon hearing this news. Just as their meme performance was about to end, they suddenly learned that they had to perform all the memes to become gods, or else they would either wait to die or become playthings of evil gods.

Anyone who hears this will have a mental breakdown, since the minds of these extraordinary individuals are much more easily twisted than those of ordinary people.

Ria looked at his robe, the tentacles on it still unconsciously dissipating and then regrouping, before squinting his many eyes to meet his gaze.

Ivand smiled and said, "It's too early for you to think about these things. You don't even have a meme 2 yet, but you're already worrying about things that only meme 1 people would worry about. This is not the kind of psychological pressure you should be under at your age."

"But you still told me them."

Ria walked forward, passing through Ivand's body without any hindrance, and then vanished into a wisp of mist.

As Ria moved forward step by step, carrying his cane, he seemed to realize that there was a reason why the Hephaestus were bothering him.

Even if he resists the idiot meme, he will eventually be unable to escape this fate in order to become meme zero. At that time, those Hephaestus will probably be ecstatic.

But Ria still felt that there was something strange about these things. If someone else had explained the evolution from meme one to meme zero to him, Ria would have believed it. But the problem was that the person who taught him this knowledge was the incarnation of Nyarlathotep and the evil of the Angel of Truth.

These things may be true or false, but Leah is more inclined to believe they are true. They did not mix falsehoods into them, after all, the essence of a lie is often to tell only half the truth and hide the other half.

Even so, it still made Ria feel a little annoyed. A stone chair appeared in front of him, and Ria sat on it, letting the tentacles scattered all over the ground wriggle around him and twist from time to time.

No one knows what the young man sitting on the stone bench was going through at that moment.

He lowered his head and suddenly chuckled softly, but the laughter was so desolate.

"It seems the enemy is more troublesome than I thought."

"What we have been facing from beginning to end is the stars."

A tentacle emerged from the bottomless mist, and Ria stroked it: "Aren't you right?"

"Gurgle—" The tentacles couldn't speak, they could only wriggle and make a "gurgling" sound.

At this moment, Dria felt utterly powerless. He was extremely exhausted and longed to just lean against the stone chair and fall asleep forever. However, at that moment, another voice seemed to resound from the depths of his soul.

(End of this chapter)