They all call me an Outer God.

Liana's right hand, gloved with black leather, slowly caressed the handle of the metal cane, the leather wiping away some of the dust on its surface.

At that moment, the Gate of Greed opened automatically in front of them. From the outside, the interior was shrouded in a barrier, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

The two entered one after the other, and the door creaked shut automatically.

[Gate of Greed Completion Requirements: Earn 10 billion within one hour, any method will do]

[Unleash your suppressed greed]

Ria heard the message conveyed by the mysterious object, but at the same time, he also heard even stranger sounds.

The voice was still very similar to his own, but it lacked the corresponding emotion.

"Let's assume you're already dead."

"A monster can transform into your appearance, mimic your voice, your thoughts, and inherit your memories and way of life..."

So, are you willing to admit that this monster is you?

Lia's expression remained unchanged: "You don't need to make assumptions, I know what you're being sarcastic about."

"Ah."

A meaningful, cold laugh came from the other side, and then there was silence.

At the same time, the darkness before Ria's eyes vanished completely, and the golden light made him squint. When he opened his eyes again, the scene before him had transformed into a glittering casino.

A dazzling crystal chandelier hangs high, illuminating the entire space as if it were daytime. The magnificent decorations are dazzling, while a faint scent of perfume and tobacco permeates the air, creating an indescribable and eerie atmosphere.

Around the gambling table, various lights flashed, and gamblers gathered together. Every bet was accompanied by a tense and excited heartbeat, as if every second was a replay of the peak and trough of life.

Money flows like water, and desire permeates the air.

"Casinos do offer a chance to make a fortune, but you could also lose your life if you're not careful."

Lia surveyed her surroundings, and a strong interest began to grow in her.

No shady businessman can resist a casino.

Just as he was still considering where to make his first fortune, Sofia, dressed in a dark red suit and wearing a blue silk tie with white stripes, noticed their arrival at the bar's front desk. She then walked over with a wine glass in her hand and extended her hand to Ria.

“Welcome, Lord Kelcha. I knew you would be able to get here.”

This person is the real Sofia, not a memory or a projection. He seems to have been waiting here for a long time, and it's unclear whether he saw what was behind the Six Paths Gate.

"Nice to meet you."

Although Ria desperately wanted to kill him, she had to maintain appearances, so the two shook hands peacefully, like the closest business partners. Little did they know that beneath their hypocritical masks lay intense malice, a desire to kill each other.

"Lord Kercha, are you satisfied with the scene behind the first six doors?"

“Satisfied? How could I not be satisfied? Mr. Sofia, you are much more unrestrained than you appear.”

Lia made a pointed remark, and after noticing the bulging veins on the other person's forehead, her eyes were filled with a malicious, mocking amusement.

"Let's not beat around the bush. Now that it's your true form here, things are much easier." After releasing the other person's hand, Ria took out a tissue to wipe her gloves, then threw the tissue on the ground and let it spontaneously combust and turn to ashes.

“I don’t care what you want to do, but you’ve got a lot more to do than drag us into your meme-making ritual.”

"How could that be? Being ambitious and having aspirations is exactly the nature of capitalists. I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Besides, someone as wise as you must have already guessed that since my true form is here, the Sofia you saw outside before couldn't possibly be me."

"Perlmand?"

Ria slowly uttered the name.

Sofia scoffed: "Yes, Perlmand, an ambitious man who dared to betray the entire Guardian Organization. Ever since he took over my body, I haven't had a single good day."

This person has taken my place, perfectly mimicking my every move in front of others, until he finally becomes me, and now he's going to replace me in the ritual. Isn't that ridiculous?

"Lord Kercha, in the end we are all in the same boat. Rather than us being enemies, I would prefer that we join forces to fight against Perlmand."

"There are no permanent enemies or friends, only permanent interests. Since cooperation is the best solution to maximize our mutual interests, I believe that with your level of understanding, you will no longer put on that look that wants to kill me. What do you say?"

Ria: "I don't trust you."

“That doesn’t matter. There’s no need for trust between superhumans. You just need to do your best with me to sabotage Permand’s advancement ceremony.”

Sofia conjured up a piece of parchment half the height of a person out of thin air, and black lines were drawn on their own as they spoke.

"On the path of each meme, there are only three angels at the same time, which is meme one. Those below who want to advance must kill one of them, devour its soul and ability to strengthen themselves, otherwise no matter how hard they try, they will never become a true angel."

The parchment scroll depicts three eyeballs with three pairs of wings, below which a small black figure holds a sword and pierces one of them.

Then, a sacrificial array appeared beneath the little man's feet.

"Because of the devouring angel, this person will be under the joint gaze of the great being meme itself and the other two angels. It is not an easy thing to perform meme acts under their gaze. If you are not careful, you will die suddenly due to various factors."

"Death is inevitable and absolutely necessary."

Countless blood-red eyes appeared above the little figure on the parchment, and the little figure began to perform with all its might, trying to please them, but they remained completely unmoved.

The little man instantly turned into a writhing pool of blood.

"But what if it succeeds—"

A new commotion arose in the pool of blood, and the little man emerged from it, sprouting three pairs of wings from his back, joining the ranks of the angels.

“A new angel will be born.”

“Lord Kercha, I heard you are investigating black market memes. Wouldn’t Perlmand’s meme interpretation be an excellent opportunity? His interpretation will attract the attention of that person, and you can also take this opportunity to see clearly what your future enemy is really like.”

“Memes are our common enemy. If we want to become gods, we must replace the representative of the main meme. This is difficult, but it is not impossible.”

"Consider this little secret as a token of my sincerity in cooperating with you—"

"Legend has it that the sun is an illusion."

(End of this chapter)