They all call me an Outer God.

"Tsk, death."

"It seems that the Red Moon has relinquished its authority. It's fortunate that the Death Knight has not yet been resurrected, otherwise things would be quite interesting."

The faceless people sneered, but their tone carried a rare hint of anger.

Everyone was terrified and trembling. The threat of death outweighed everything. Children cried, women wailed, and men were filled with fear. Everyone frantically prayed for divine salvation, and believers and non-believers alike knelt down and begged for mercy.

Little did they know that it was the gods themselves who brought about all these calamities.

God never loves or pities the world.

Because in the eyes of the ruler who brings natural disasters, no one is worthy of his pity.

This is a dilapidated world that should have been destroyed long ago.

Ria's mind was completely filled with extreme anger and sorrow, hatred deeper than anything else. At this moment, he was more in tune with the divine, drawing upon the world-destroying will of the supreme god from trillions of years past.

He consumes himself to maintain the operation of the universe. The passing of life is like the replacement of cells. However, there are always cells that are unwilling to leave. They become cancerous, they run rampant, they frantically plunder the nutrients of old cells and new cells, and eventually even try to stifle the will of the subject.

Azathoth felt he was sick, that he needed to heal himself, that he needed to restart.

Unlike everyone else, He is the universe itself. He comes from a realm that no one can reach, and anything that people can come into contact with is a projection of His existence.

Once such a being becomes enraged, the destruction of the world can happen in an instant.

Gherus was still laughing arrogantly, and He took a tentacle and began to dance, while outside the void, Ria slowly opened his eyes.

Those were clean, golden eyes, without a trace of impurity, but too clean, as clean as crystal, devoid of any thought or emotion, leaving only pure coldness.

"tutor."

Ria looked at Ivand and suddenly spoke, but Ivand was not pleased that she had called him back. Instead, he swung his scythe without hesitation and slashed at her.

Without blinking, Ria reached out and gently blocked the blade, which instantly sliced ​​into his flesh and stopped at his bone.

The first flow of scarlet blood made Ivand's pupils shrink.

"who are you?"

"I do not know."

Faced with this question, Ria pondered for a moment like a child before earnestly telling Ivand the answer.

“I don’t know who I am,” he said.

“You are Ria Kelcha.”

“No, I am not Liya… I am not Liya… I am nobody, I am just a pawn.”

Ria shook his head. Nothing was trustworthy. If memories could be faked, why couldn't his past be fake too?

Those dreams had destroyed his only hope for the past, and Schwarz was only approaching him and using him for the sake of divinity.

Who is he? He is merely a creation of Nyarlathotep, a black piece, and unlike the ordinary Hephaestus, his situation is far more extreme and dangerous. He was born to become an "idiot," born to prevent destruction.

He was an unlucky man; good fortune rarely smiled upon him. Even in that world, the luck he painstakingly gained ended with his departure. Both worlds seemed unreal.

His existence also seemed unreal.

Ria found his mind clearer than ever before. No one would love him; people approached him with their own agendas and then manipulated him with their fates.

Everyone is miserable, everyone lives as if they are living in a quagmire, so why continue to struggle?

Let's all go to hell together.

Ria was calm now, but the calmer he was, the more alarmed Evans became. In His vision, Ria's body was surrounded by scarlet threads. He was like a puppet, manipulated without any struggle, standing in the middle of the theater, causing chaos with every gesture.

This version of Ria was even more dangerous than when he was insane, and Ivand could no longer sense Swarth's presence from Ria.

In this critical moment, where did the mythical creature that was always by Ria's side go?
Under the ominous celestial signs, amidst the gray ruins, Ivand slowly extended his three pairs of wings, and a child with a snake-like eye arrived with a sky full of enormous mythical creatures resembling Styx jellyfish.

Five false angels dressed in white and wearing masks also rushed to the scene, but they simply stood there calmly watching the show without making a move.

Upon closer listening, one could even hear mocking laughter from some people.

The Order Society and the Keepers of Secrets rushed to the scene, but were stopped by them: "Stop! Your weapons should not be used against him."

"You ask us who he is? Ah... he's just a poor man who has lost his way."

"Knowing too much won't do you any good. Why don't you give us some more gold coins?"

The pseudo-angels here could still chat and laugh in the face of Ria's unusual behavior, but everyone in the battle felt immense pressure.

Lia appeared remarkably calm, yet the calmer he was, the more tense people became.

He merely glanced casually at everyone, then raised his hand to adjust his slightly slipped monocle: "Why are you still struggling? Are you still clinging to unrealistic expectations of something?"

The next second, he curled the corners of his mouth and said, "Ah, let me show you something interesting."

With a "snap," the young man raised his hand and snapped his fingers. At that moment, a huge spectacle appeared in the sky, large enough to be seen by all the Enderus people.

A monarch covered in wounds was suspended upside down on a reversed cross, pierced by a total of 206 bone nails. Those nails were made from His bones. The monarch, who had lost all of His human skeleton, was now just a lump of flesh hanging upside down.

"You may not be familiar with this Hanged Man, so let me introduce him to you again."

Ria spoke to the world at a volume loud enough for everyone to hear: "He, Sodris, the agent of light, the benevolent ruler, the Emperor of Radiant Glory, if there are still those who do not know His identity, I can tell you definitively His other name—"

"Don't say it!" Everyone tried to stop Ria, but she still uttered the name to believers all over the world.

"Radiant Sun!"

He finally spoke out, exposing this huge scam to the world.

"The god you worship, your omnipotent sun, has long since become a prisoner of war. Your faith is a complete lie, and your faith is worthless."

"The glorious sun you've believed in all these years is the harbinger of doom, Gherros! Everyone has been deceived!"

(End of this chapter)