They all call me an Outer God.

The portrait remained motionless, yet new ancient characters appeared on the ground.

【Distinguished guests... What happened that made you come to me?】

"We have all been tricked by the Star of Judgment. Since the situation is urgent, let's get straight to the point—He intends to awaken the Primal One ahead of schedule, so we are here to awaken Your Majesty ahead of schedule, or at least a small part of you."

[...an incurable madman]

"There are a few more news items that might interest you... The Crimson Moon seems to have begun to doubt the Radiant Rising Sun, so it went to find the Rising Sun, but the Rising Sun has been corrupted by the Calamity Star and turned into its puppet."

The consequences of their encounter are predictable. The Red Moon's authority is currently in grave danger, with many mythical creatures eyeing it covetously, including the raven flock of the Keepers of the Secrets.

To be honest, we also really want a piece of the pie.

Oh...you're even lacking in authority?

"What everyone wants, we naturally want too. Although this may sound a bit unfair to Messiah, it's all her own doing. There's no such thing as affection between divine beings; there are no eternal friends, only eternal interests."

The longer we live, the clearer our understanding of this matter becomes. Those who claim to have developed feelings for another mythical creature are simply considered outcasts, merely creating vulnerabilities for themselves by being too old and having nothing better to do.

You don't understand what feelings are.

"Don't we understand? You're mistaken about that."

The Hephaestus stepped forward, casually conversing with the image of the World Serpent while cutting open their arms with scimitars, letting their blood fill every crevice of the mural.

"The demise of the Red Moon is only a matter of time. It is a harbinger of the awakening of the gods and the beginning of our countdown to death. Success or failure will depend on these next few years."

“We have a feeling that things are going to get more and more dramatic.”

[Isn't this a good thing? The more chaotic the world becomes, the stronger you become. It's said that the Three Primordial Gods of Creation are different from us; even after the primordial resurgence, they won't die, right?]

"They will not die, but we will."

When Hephaestus and his ilk discussed the topic of "death," their tone became incredibly serious: "In the face of absolute death, we are all equally insignificant, as insignificant as ants."

"But we are about to prove to the gods that even a lot of ants can kill an elephant."

The group chuckled as they watched the snake in the mural come to life and crawl toward them, opening its enormous mouth to swallow them all.

"Let us thank the nameless ants who died as expendable resources."

The chaotic sounds gradually faded away, replaced by silent children squatting on the ground.

One of His eyes was tightly closed, while the other, an eerie green eye, was sharp as a snake's. The moment His snake eye opened, the royal family members within Kranbea all stopped what they were doing, their eyes turning into snake eyes as they stared blankly at a certain spot.

……

"They will awaken soon, they will awaken eventually!"

"The ruler of all things! The true master of the ancient civilization is returning!"

Occasionally, you'll see people shouting like this on the street. Some of them hold up banners and give passionate speeches to the public, while others just like to run around aimlessly in the streets. It's obvious that they are too inspired and have been influenced by the extraordinary in an instant, seeing things they shouldn't have seen.

Ermagana was planning to buy some freshly baked herring sauce muffins with Salle on her back, but the next second, she was suddenly bumped hard by the oncoming "orator," and the hot muffins in her hands fell to the ground with a "thud."

"Snapped!!!"

Enraged, Salle jumped off Emigana's back, kicked the person who had bumped into him, and then slammed the person's head into a pancake.

A strong stench filled the man's nostrils, instantly jolting him awake as if he'd eaten dog excrement. He screamed in terror and fled the scene. "These idiots have finally stopped pretending and are just going crazy in the streets with nothing better to do?"

Saller looked grim, and Emigana knew he was probably upset about the ruined muffins.

"It's okay, we can buy more..."

Ermicana smiled wryly as he took out his wallet again and looked at the shopkeeper, who indicated that they were out of stock.

"Out of stock?! I think you're just trying to run away. If you keep saying you're out of stock, I'll make sure your whole family runs out of stock starting with you!"

Saller suddenly jumped onto the glass counter and grabbed the boss's collar tightly. The boss was so frightened that he trembled all over. He pointed to the sky, where a pale human head was getting closer and closer, and the neck connected to the back of the head was thin and long, and no one knew where it led.

Without even looking, Saller casually raised his hand, and the head exploded with a "boom" right above their heads.

"Are you going to do it now? If not, I'll take your head..."

"I'll do it! I'll do it!!!"

The boss was so frightened that he immediately reopened the oven.

Soon after, the two, who had bought pancakes again, sat by the roadside, eating them while watching the chaos around them. The Order Association was chasing after supernatural beings all over the streets, but the Plague Doctor, the Keeper of Secrets, was nowhere to be seen.

The sky was still bright, but the sky in a certain direction was becoming increasingly crimson, and the image of a giant moon could be vaguely seen there.

"What happened?" Erigana asked, biting into a muffin. Recently, Saler had become obsessed with the taste of herring, and would often bring a large jar of homemade herring to dessert shops, insisting that the owners add herring to their desserts.

At first, Ermagana also thought it wasn't very good, but the finished product tasted pretty good, at least he thought it tasted good, so he didn't give Saler any more feedback.

He won't listen anyway.

“I sensed the power of the angelic source, and there was more than one.”

"Can you defeat them?"

"I don't know, but I want to try."

Saller stuffed a muffin into his mouth, cheeks puffed out: "But that's not the biggest problem. Something more dangerous has appeared. What do you think is more dangerous than an angel?"

"god!?"

Emigana immediately covered his mouth as he uttered the word, and at that moment, a figure appeared beside them.

A girl wearing a light brown coat and sunglasses sat on an empty seat with her suitcase, slowly taking off her sunglasses and carefully putting them away.

"Hello, I think I just heard something I shouldn't have heard. I'm personally very interested in the occult. Would you mind telling me more about it?"

Faced with the pungent smell of herring, the girl simply took a pure white rose from her pocket and placed it on the table. The smell immediately dissipated, leaving the room feeling fresh.

"this is my name card."

She politely handed her business card to Erigana.

“My name is Lelana Phili Sharont, and I can be considered an extraordinary person.”

(End of this chapter)