They all call me an Outer God.

Everything vanished, and when she came to her senses, Ria was still standing there, as if everything that had happened before was just a dream.

However, when he turned around again, he found several babies crawling on the ground. A cute child ran over and looked at Ria with longing eyes. Ria squatted down and patted his head.

"Where did this child come from?"

"Goo?"

Little Swarth appeared beside the child, tilting its head as if deep in thought. After a long while, it actually stood up on its hind legs, nuzzled the baby to the side with its head, and then, mimicking the child's posture, hugged Ria's leg, looking at him with pitiful eyes.

"Why are you jealous?" Ria couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to pat Little Swarth's head. It immediately squinted its eyes and purred contentedly like a cat.

A mythical creature that looks like an owl is definitely not born knowing how to snore; the only possibility is that Little Swarth deliberately learned it from felines.

It's a pro at pretending to be harmless and acting cute.

Then, the mythical creature stretched out its forepaw and pointed to the side. Ria looked in the direction it was pointing and suddenly froze.

He discovered that Sofia had turned into a woman, who was now struggling to crawl away into the distance, with a group of children following closely behind, calling her "Mom."

"The Mother Goddess's wicked sense of humor remains unchanged..."

Lia couldn't help but facepalm, but from a certain perspective, Sofia's wish could be considered to have been fulfilled.

He has offspring, and they are direct descendants born with the power of the Mother Goddess, which is truly a cause for celebration.

As she thought of Shub Nicholas again, Ria's expression gradually turned somewhat gloomy.

"Humans of the past...humans of today...the primordial era, natural disasters..."

The vast amount of information kept replaying in Ria's mind, making it impossible for him not to overthink it.

He had considered many possibilities, but he never imagined that the era he once lived in would one day be called "the past".

He cannot return to his homeland, nor can humanity return to its former home. Those who were once alive have now become strange and indescribable, powerful enough to be called gods by those who do not understand their greatness.

Shub's meaning was clear: He wanted the chosen one of the original gods to become powerful enough to take the original's place, kill the sleeping Azathoth, and then reverse everything to return everything to the way it was before it happened.

The Primal One is now extremely weak and could perish at any moment. Civilization is about to restart, and the humans of the new world are His chosen target, while the humans of the old world are rejected.

The current problem is that Azathoth must not awaken. Ria's time is running out. His mission is to grow strong enough to destroy Azathoth before he awakens. But Ria thinks this is very difficult, as difficult as climbing to heaven, and a pipe dream.

How could the Creator who can create everything be so easily destroyed by creation? Moreover, there may be some hidden radicals in the Old Days who agree with the theory that Azathoth will destroy the world after his awakening, prompting His resurrection to be brought forward.

The humans of the past have now become indescribable beings, never to return to their original forms. The choices made by various parties in the past have pushed Ria to the opposite side of the original world, forcing him to become an enemy of all humanity in the world today.

But if that happens, all the efforts of those who fight against pollution and those who would rather die than abandon their homes will become a joke.

So, what would you choose?

In the void, it seemed as if countless eyes were interrogating Ria. Ria stood there expressionless, the hundreds and thousands of arrows now merged into one, transforming into a jet-black staff that he held in his hand.

You are also a product of the old human race.

Choose us. We have given you everything; we have granted you this immense power.

For the sake of our shared home, you bear the hopes of all humankind.

[Kill all that exists, kill the primordial, become the primordial—]

[Become...He] "I'm really sorry, but compared to you guys, I actually feel that my current situation is not bad."

Ria glanced coldly at the sky, as if mocking the billions of evil gods, ridiculing their delusions.

If this were really so easy to do, why didn't Azathoth, as the primordial being, do it?

Those who once hoped to win over Laria with a few words and bring him to their side, Laria can only say that they misjudged him. Why now of all times to reveal the truth? It's simply because they feel he's becoming increasingly difficult to control and are trying to use human civilization to morally blackmail him.

Ria did not intend to do as they wished.

This is not a betrayal of humanity. The real humans are no more. What survives in the world today are just monsters with no humanity, wearing their memories. Even if we go back to the beginning, they have been corrupted and distorted too much and there is no possibility of them turning back.

At that time, it may be that "humans" from two different time periods meet, and the old humans repeat the mistakes of the new humans.

While Ria neither agrees nor disagrees with the idea of ​​striving for something that is ultimately futile, she is more interested in watching others struggle than in getting involved herself.

"If the universe is a huge stage, then all the main actors in this play are indispensable; it can't just be a one-man show by me."

Moreover, the outcome of this drama is still unknown.

What would you choose?

Do you choose the past, or the present?

The cacophony seemed to echo again, binding Ria like chains from all directions, forcing him to make a choice.

Choose us, isn't that what we all want?

We want to go back, we want to go home.

You must replace the original, abandon reason, and become the core.

Only in this way can we go home.

"We can't go home."

Ignoring the sounds, Ria closed her eyes, and layers of black mist appeared on her body.

"I will not become Him."

"There will never be another primordial place here, in the past, present, and future... Only one god will appear here, and that is the Lord of Trade."

"Do you understand?! A bunch of lunatics—none of us can go back!!! You, me, none of us can go back!!!"

As if releasing all the emotions she had suppressed for so long, Ria roared at the void with all her might.

At that moment, cracks appeared in those ethereal chains, and Ria opened her golden and blue eyes, a multitude of words flashing through her mind.

He suddenly became sarcastic, as if taking a step back from a gloating gambler or a desperate clown.

"Gentlemen, I have a better idea that can make the play even more exciting."

The performance begins.

(End of this chapter)