They all call me an Outer God.

【scarf?】

Messiah stared at the scarf, a glimmer of light seemingly appearing in her lifeless eyes.

The light was fleeting, like a dying person seeing a mirage in the desert, only to be met with deeper despair upon closer inspection.

Mythical beings shouldn't have feelings of despair, or even emotions. Messiah wouldn't have any either; she simply felt uncomfortable because the scarf was pricking her all over.

This appears to be a textile from Atlach.

He gave his own judgment.

"He instructed me to give this to you."

Why should I give it to you?

"Isn't it normal to give someone you care about something you knitted yourself?" Lia pointed out.

【…】

[A Foolish Spider]

Messiah closed her eyes and suddenly realized that she had imprisoned Atlach in her insect cave forever. On the surface, it was to protect Him, but in reality, it was out of selfishness to keep her things in her own territory forever and prevent others from coveting or stealing them.

Gods are inhuman, cold-blooded, and selfish. Hiding their things is just a biological instinct. In Messiah's distant memory, only humans exchange gifts.

Atlach may have been corrupted by his followers.

I don't need this. You possess a kind of trading authority; accepting this would be detrimental to me.

Messiah shook her head.

Ria tilted his head, completely baffled by the other's thought process. He was simply repaying Atlak's favor and had no other intentions.

But seeing Messiah like this, he suddenly had a wicked idea: "Then I'll burn it for you. Useless things shouldn't be kept taking up space."

【no! 】

When Messiah heard the word "burn," her reaction finally became intense. After struggling for a long time, she finally gave in when she saw the pure white on the ground.

Give it to me, just put it on my arm.

A tentacle rolled up the scarf on the ground again, separated the dust from it, and wrapped it around Myssis's arm like a bandage.

Feeling the soft touch of the silk fabric, Messiah herself was unaware of how gentle her expression was.

【very nice】

He said.

I don't know why, but suddenly I don't feel so lonely... even though I will never see Him again.

Human, if you have the chance to go to the far side of the moon, please help me release Atlach.

"It would be better if you handled this matter yourself."

Ria used her tentacles to create a scythe, attempting to destroy the cross, but after several attempts, it remained unmoved. Instead, the commotion seemed to attract the attention of an unknown entity.

I cannot go; I will be exiled forever.

Messiah's tone was devoid of sadness; she seemed to be simply stating a fact.

The jinx has noticed you; you'd better be careful...

I had already given up resisting, but your appearance made me think things might not be so bad.

In my prime, they regarded me as a terrifying being; the power of death ensured that all creatures that dared to touch me would perish. Only in dreams could Atlach live.

"what do you mean……"

Atlak is dead. He can only and must live in the Dream Realm now, so remember to go to the Dream Realm when you're looking for the moon. Don't get the wrong target.

【Then I thought of something interesting】Misce's eyes crinkled, and her gaze suddenly became cunning.

The sun has been completely reduced to an empty shell by the calamity star. He and all others want to seize my authority, but I do not intend to give in to their wishes.

You seem to possess a quality of forced transactions; you gave me Atlach's scarf, so I must give you something in return.

Instead of giving you all that stuff, how about I just hand over the power of death to you?

At this point, He could no longer help but look up at a certain point in the void and burst into laughter.

"You bastard! You were just waiting for me to notice something was wrong with the sun so I could come looking for you, and then you could try to turn me into something as radiant as the rising sun. But your daydream is about to be shattered!"

"Hahahaha, die, you jinx!"

Messiah laughed shrilly, and at the same time, her body was instantly shrouded in a scarlet light, her size swelled a hundred times, but the cross still nailed her, and she remained as firm as a rock no matter what form she took.

What Ria saw next was a giant worm that looked like a ball of dough squeezed to its limit. It waved its deformed, tentacle-like wings on its back, and its body was covered in strange and ugly red spikes. Among its many red eyes, there was a black eye in the very center.

This is the mythical creature form of Messiah, the mother of the Moon Worms. A Moon Worm that failed to molt miraculously survived and then created its own throne and offspring on the far side of the moon.

"Gurgle... gurgle—"

He struggled to break free of the cross's confinement, but his attempts were futile. So he gave up resisting and simply extended his sharp, pointed mouthparts, aiming at Ria's head and piercing it with a "snap."

His movements were so fast that other beings couldn't react at all.

The instant Ria's head was pierced, Ria vanished from his spot. However, his shadow seemed to be a step behind, and after Ria completely disappeared, countless tentacles surged out and fiercely stabbed into the unknown void.

【it's useless】

Myssis retracted her mouthparts and shook her enormous head as she spoke to the tentacles.

His true form is not here; we cannot harm Him.

At this point, Messiah's voice paused, becoming subdued.

[By the way, I must congratulate you, Lord Soship, on finding your target.]

"…………"

Upon hearing the name, the pitch-black tentacles froze instantly, and after a moment, they silently vanished into an invisible black mist.

The scene fell silent once more. Messiah quietly wiggled the downy hairs on her body, her eyes filled with a mockery that no one could fathom.

Ah, Geheros, you can keep me locked up forever.

I would rather lose my divine status than give it to you.

As for those mythical creatures that come at the sound of your voice, they should be more than enough to give you a hard time.

You've finally met your match.

Messiah sat there mocking Geheros for a long time, but received no response, and began to get bored.

He looked at the silk scarf tied to his limbs, and just as he looked, the entire mythical creature froze as if petrified, ceasing all movement, stopping his thoughts, and halting all life activities, yet he did not change that simple posture.

Mythical creatures are hard to kill; they have simply lived for too long and do not understand why they live, thus losing their original humanity.

Eternity may be the curse of the primordial world. People prayed to the primordial world for eternity, and now it is time to pay the price.

I think I'm getting sleepy. Goodnight, Atlak...

How did we meet?

She had a dream in which they sat back to back on the grass on a mountaintop at night, with a campfire and tents beside them, a white Samoyed and a telescope nearby. They could stay together like that forever, watching the moon and the stars.

Gazing at the stars.

(End of this chapter)