They all call me an Outer God.

This is so sad.

Do you want to live?

An unknown voice came from behind.

"I think I can't just die like this; I still have things to do."

The argument that "everyone has things they want to do" is invalid—what do you want to do?

"I want to find Schwarz, then rewrite the fate of the world and bring everything back to normal."

[That sounds difficult, but you know the prerequisites for all of this, right?]

"know."

Aren't you afraid?

You will lose yourself and become a mythical creature indistinguishable from a machine, devoid of thought and perception—all of which is more terrifying than death.

“How could I say I’m not afraid…” Lia gave a helpless, bitter smile.

"But these are the best endings I can imagine."

Countless attempts, countless struggles, countless deductions—this was the only answer Liya could give.

Is this your answer?

"Yes."

Are you sure you want to give me this kind of script? In exchange for handing over the script, I can step in and avert this crisis, but this is a one-time exception.

A sigh seemed to echo from the void, and Ria finally couldn't suppress her doubts any longer: "Who are you?"

【I……】

The voice was androgynous, but it was predominantly masculine and didn't sound unpleasant.

People call me the Chaos of the Vanishing, the Messenger and Agent of the Outer Gods, or you may call me by my name—Nyarlathotep.

Nyarlathotep... Nyarlathotep!?

Ria's eyes widened; she never expected to receive such a reply.

People say that Nyarlathotep made her who she is today, and many have also thought that Nyarlathotep herself was very likely a Hephaestus.

After all, Ria truly and easily accepted the divine personality of the Many-Faced God and accepted His prayer, which is something that ordinary people or gods cannot do.

Furthermore, Nyarlathotep could also write down his past experiences and even memories for his clones.

This was the first time that Ria had spoken with Nyarlathotep himself. All his past incarnations had tried every means to separate themselves from Him.

Nyarlathotep himself sounded much more gentle and polite than they did, like a well-versed nobleman.

[Lia Kercha]

Seeing that Ria had not spoken for a long time, Nyarlathotep called out Ria's name in a deep and gentle voice.

We don't have much time left; this might be the last time I ask you this.

Are you sure you want to follow the script you just decided on?

He used the term "script".

Before Ria could think much of it, she saw a piece of parchment appear in front of her, with a jet-black pen floating beside it. It seemed that all she had to do was write "I agree" on it, and all the problems would be solved.

no big deal.

Lia thought to herself.

There couldn't be a better choice.

He reached out and grasped the pen, the nib drawing ever closer to the parchment before finally writing—

Agreed, this is the best ending, and the only ending.

【I】

I object.

When Ria saw what appeared on the parchment, he was somewhat surprised, because it was not a word he had written down, but something that suddenly appeared in front of him and was automatically generated without even needing ink from a pen—"I object."

At this moment, Nyarlathotep's tone seemed to undergo some subtle, almost imperceptible change.

Oh, I didn't expect this outcome.

It seems someone wasn't entirely satisfied with our meeting, haha. Looking forward to your next answer, Ria Kercha, if you ever have the chance to see me again.

He was not annoyed by this sudden situation. Instead, he let out a soft, gentle chuckle. Slowly, all the sounds disappeared, as if they had never happened.

The last glimmer of hope has vanished.

Lia, however, remained motionless in her original position, her mind filled with questions.

The deal was cancelled. Who did it? Who vetoed the deal on his behalf?
That was a deal made right under Nyarlathotep's nose.

Lia looked up blankly, only to see a deathly pale gaze.

The Angels of Life have limited control over time and cannot completely prevent the spread of the world-destroying explosive force.

If nothing unexpected happens, the explosion here could even destroy more than fifteen planets in the vicinity.

The aftershocks could cause all life to disappear from a planet within a radius of 70,000 light-years, or even cause the planet itself to mutate and produce extraordinary life forms.

At this point, teleportation is no longer a safe option; resistance is the only recourse.

Even in the face of death, one must resist.

He stretched out his arms toward the sky, and a huge barrier gradually enveloped him, and then the barrier continued to spread outward.

"Not bad, you do know how to fight back. I thought you would just stand there like an idiot."

Jamildon stood aside and mocked him, but judging from his trembling body, delaying the explosion was not easy.

This tone reminded Lia of James: "Mr. Angel, you don't like washing your mask either, do you?"

"...Is this the time to ask these questions? And what do you mean by washing a mask! This is a genuine bird head! All-natural, it grew all by itself!"

"Then why put another bird beak mask over the bird head? Does that make you look cooler? Will anyone compliment you on looking more handsome?"

"My pleasure!"

Jamildon raised his head dismissively: "Kelcha, you haven't changed your gossipy ways at all."

Now it's James's voice.

Ria couldn't help but laugh. It was rare to see someone who could laugh in the face of such a disaster: "It's not bad to hear your voice at the end. Remember you still owe me so much money. If you're still alive later, remember to pay me back."

"Huh!? When did I owe you money again?"

"Interest, interest compounding interest."

"Go to hell, Kelcha! I hate you!"

"Oh, but you know what? You could actually push me out of the barrier, and then I could just disappear with a 'bang,' leaving no trace."

Ria's words immediately silenced Jamildon. He stared at Ria for a moment, but ultimately did not choose to push him out.

But in life-or-death situations, people often find themselves saying things they've wanted to say for a long time.

"Kelcha".

He took a deep breath: "Actually, Perlmand is wrong. We have always wanted to save you more than anyone else."

"..."

"But as you've seen, no one can stand against the extraordinary, no one is an exception, not even the Creator, who can no longer escape the fate of slumber."

The bird-beaked doctor closed his eyes behind his hood: "We were born from the consciousness of all healers in the world. We have spent countless hours, energy and manpower, but in the end, we have only managed to control a portion of the extraordinary individuals and make them do something meaningful."

To put it bluntly, it's like taking a sample of mosquitoes, modifying them, and then allowing them to kill each other with their own kind.

The Order Association tacitly approves of eliminating mosquitoes when they become uncontrollable due to their knowledge; however, even with this approval, they still can't resist killing mosquitoes upon seeing them.

(End of this chapter)