They all call me an Outer God.

Lilith seemed to have thought of something terrifying, and her skin turned a shade lighter. Then she put down her cup and stopped talking nonsense with Ria.

"Your clone invited me here, saying you have something important to give me. Could this be a trap as well?"

"No, this is a deal."

"I don't trust you."

Lilith suddenly turned cold. She stood up, like a poisonous rose covered in thorns, deadly and dangerous: "How can I prove that you are not the Swollen Daughter in disguise, or how can I believe that you are not another Hephaestus?"

Ria was taken aback, then realized that another poor soul had been persecuted to the point of needing to join the Hephaestus Victims Alliance or the Anti-Hephaestus Association.

He didn't know what Lilith had been through during this time, but it shouldn't be hard to imagine.

So, should he be glad he wasn't the only victim?

"I am saddened by what happened to you, Miss Lilith, but unfortunately, I have to tell you even more unfortunate news..."

At this point, his voice suddenly became neutral, then turned soft, his pupils turned into needles, and his body quickly twisted, becoming slender yet full.

The clothes changed accordingly. The woman's thighs were gently crossed over each other, and a folding fan unfolded in her hand with a "whoosh," obscuring the lower half of her face. Her eyes were cold yet full of allure.

Upon seeing those eyes, Lilith felt as if the hairs on her body were about to stand on end. She almost immediately activated her teleportation ability to escape, but the next second she saw that Ria was still sipping her black coffee without any sugar cubes.

Where is the swollen woman? The scene just now seems like an illusion.

Ria looked up at Him: "What's wrong, Miss Lilith?"

"you……"

Lilith became unusually vigilant, ready to flee at any moment, never expecting that Ria would just laugh like that.

He sounded like a child who had just pulled off a prank: "Sorry, I just wanted to scare people like that. I thought it was fun. If you often deal with Hephaestus and his ilk, you can probably understand why they're always looking for fun."

"Don't make the atmosphere too tense. The life of a superhuman is already very difficult. If you have to keep a straight face all the time, everyone will probably go crazy."

"That's really bad taste; it's not funny at all."

Lilith fell silent, clearly not quite understanding the person's line of thought. However, when she saw Ria take out a piece of paper, she returned to her original seat and offered her advice.

“I have also heard about the harm that those people have done to you. If you need, we can join forces to eliminate them.”

"eradicate?"

Lia shook her head: "Impossible. We can't kill them. As long as one of their clones remains, more clones will keep multiplying. And their existence is justified. Those people can serve as free labor, so why not use them?"

"Putting all that aside for now, Miss Lilith, you should know why I invited you here."

"Of course I know, otherwise I wouldn't have risked coming here alone. Tell me, Lord of Trade, what do I need in exchange for a copy of the sixth book of Revelation?"

His words were quite direct, and he even puffed out his chest as if to imply something, but Ria remained unmoved, which made Lilith doubt his orientation.

"You don't...like women, do you?"

"In this gender-diverse country, how do you define a woman? Just as I define my gender as money, we should always respect more diverse interests and freedoms."

"If I had to say, I don't like people."

"..." Lilith was stunned by the seemingly irrelevant reason Lilia gave, unsure whether he was joking or answering seriously.

While He was still pondering these perplexing questions, Ria spoke again: "If you want to exchange these six volumes for the rubbings from me, there are only three conditions." "First, I don't care what anyone does with these things, but I will stop the consequences you cause. All of this is for my own interpretation, so I hope you will not interfere with me too much."

"Second, do not tell anyone about everything that happened today."

“Third…” Ria paused here, “I want the name of the representative of the Black Market Meme.”

"That's all?" Lilith was somewhat surprised. She hadn't expected that Ria's request would be so simple, and that she had no intention of hindering the bounty.

Not to mention the third one.

"You know it all?"

"Yes, achieving Meme Zero will inevitably lead to hostility towards Memes. Isn't your decision not to continue advancing also a way of avoiding conflict with the Mother Goddess?"

"Things aren't that simple..."

Lilith shook her head, took the rubbing from Ria's hand, and then remained silent for a long time.

When Lilith had long since thought He had become a wax figure, she slowly spoke: "You may think we are all fake angels, but if I told you that we are all real, how would you respond?"

"Everyone in this world can think we are imitations, but you are the only one who cannot. Please remember one thing: we are the real meme angels."

"We are angels."

He spoke with utmost seriousness, which puzzled Ria, but she could not find an answer to her question.

"As for the Black Merchant Meme, He is a great being among the stars. For some reason, I cannot pronounce His name, but after you gather and devour the avatars of Famine, you will know the answer you are looking for."

"From now on, all we need to do is fulfill our responsibilities regarding the famine."

His words were soft and gentle, as if tinged with melancholy.

"I believe we will meet again soon."

With that, Lilith turned and left with what she had acquired, while Ria remained in place, lost in thought.

The Famine clone on the table was already trembling all over. It probably felt that it had heard so much news it shouldn't have heard and that it would definitely be killed to silence it.

Even if Ria hadn't killed him, he still felt that he might as well be dead than in his current state.

Seeing that he seemed to have something to say but was stammering, Ria comforted him, saying that he could speak freely whatever he wanted to say. Now that he had the authority over the famine, the two of them naturally did not need to be so unfamiliar with each other.

"Well... I'll just say it directly."

The man's skin visibly turned red.

"I."

I think I'm—

"pregnant."

puff!
Ria nearly spat out the coffee he had just drunk. He choked and coughed for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out a single word.

"Congratulations?"

(End of this chapter)