They all call me an Outer God.

Lia felt that this group of people was tragic, but then she began to think that perhaps they were the ones who were truly happy.

The more you know, the more powerless you become if you lack ability.

But coincidentally, he did not belong to the group of people who knew nothing. The hardships he went through honed his current extraordinary abilities. The time it took to go from meme nine to meme two was less than a year.

Dark clouds seemed to gather again in the sky, shrouding Endlers in a gray haze. Ria looked up and, without needing to do anything extra, the clouds and mist dissipated on their own.

Sunlight returned to the earth, and the land of fog enjoyed several rare days of sunshine.

These are the disordered ones of Meme Two, the extraordinary class second only to angels.

In terms of talent, Ria's advancement speed is terrifying, and his abilities are no less than, and even suppress, all people of the same class and extraordinary beings.

He is still young and should have a bright future ahead of him to do what he loves. He should be as energetic as the sun at eight or nine in the morning.

But now, Ria, who should be "full of vigor," is just munching on moon worms for nutrition, and then selling the newspapers she bought for a pittance after reading them, completely living up to her mission as a black market merchant.

Midway through, a child claiming to be a follower of the Lord of Trade came to him, saying he wanted to build him a large church. Ria handed the child a newspaper, said he knew, and told him to go play, then watched the child skip away.

He couldn't help but feel that he really lacked vitality, like an old man who found it difficult to be interested in most things. To be honest, he was too lazy to develop his faith, always maintaining an attitude of letting the seed grow but not caring about how it developed.

"This is not normal."

Ria took a deep breath and began to recall her original life, to ponder how normal people conduct themselves, and to buy some books to take to the hotel, where she and little Swarth discussed human nature.

They practiced their smiles in front of the mirror, mimicking different smile curves for different scenarios, down to the precision of every glance and the stretching of every muscle.

A smile, a chuckle, a sneer, a wild laugh...

Then came anger, and in that instant of his anger, the earth began to tremble.

With a loud "crack," the mirror in front of them shattered into dust, forcing the two to restrain themselves and use their extraordinary abilities to restore everything to normal.

“Sadness… How do you cry again? By shedding tears?”

Ria tried to cry, but after holding it in for a long time, not a single tear came out. Instead, the whites of her eyes turned from white to red, and eventually turned black, oozing out jet-black tentacles. She looked even more eerie and like an evil creature than before.

Compared to such intense emotional expression, bowing one's head and remaining silent is often the best way to express oneself.

Little Swarth naturally didn't understand what humanity was, and it wasn't keen on descending into the world in human form. However, for the fog, disguising itself as anything was not difficult.

Ria patted little Swarth's head and pointed to the crying face illustration in the book, saying, "You can learn this by thinking about things that make you sad: 'Cry.'"

Little Swartz stared at the picture for a long time, seemingly recalling some desperate past event, and tears streamed down his face, almost flooding the room.

"Very good." After praising Little Swarth's realistic acting, Ria wiped away all the tears. The two looked at each other for a long time, and it was really unclear who couldn't help but laugh first.

"Why would someone do something like this in a room just to act more like a human being?"

If word gets out, he'll probably attract a bunch of people who will laugh at him and ask him if he wants to go to a mental hospital.

Lia felt his actions were somewhat ridiculous, but these measures were necessary. Even though the young man's humanity was already quite weak, he tried his best to remember these human emotions. He couldn't let himself become like an inorganic object.

Nyarlathotep's terms included the option of replacing the original, but Ria was unwilling, and Neog also objected.

On the path to godhood, one is destined to lose something... If you forget humanity, then learn humanity and make up for all the things you've lost.

Ria eagerly anticipates the day he reaches meme zero. He wants to see whether divinity will ultimately prevail over humanity, or whether eternal humanity will triumph over everything else.

"First of all, moon worms should not be eaten. We should choose normal foods, such as bread, cheese and coffee."

"Gurgle." Little Swarth took out the stored moon worms, preparing to throw them into the trash can.

"You can still eat these."

"Ouch!" Little Swarth put it back in his mouth.

The two spent the rest of the time together quietly eating, and after eating, reading books, various paper works. In addition to humanity and divinity mentioned in storybooks, Ria was also looking through materials related to desert kingdoms.

Yellow sand, pyramids, tombs, stone tablets, ancient civilizations.

The Death Knight's curse has not yet been broken. The three curses that have died have all been transferred to Ria herself, but the Death Curse has not. Perhaps it has continued to slumber in the land of yellow sand since its disappearance.

“There lies the method of summoning the Chaos, for this is the homeland of His many incarnations when He walked among men.”

"Now that we've decided to set off, we might as well draft a travel itinerary to experience different cultures. But for now, we should consider which mode of transportation is the most cost-effective..."

Do you think we should take a boat or a train?

Despite already knowing Little Swarth's true identity, Ria still treated it with the same attitude as before.

"Goo!" Little Swarth raised its front paws, feeling like it could ride a dragon at an incredible speed.

Among Little Swarth's many identities is, after all, a Dragon King. With just a command, he can easily summon as many dragons as he needs.

However, those dragons were all cold, bone dragons exuding deathly aura, and Little Swarth was not willing to let them get close to Ria.

Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, it had no choice but to reluctantly take on the task and lead Ria to the desert.

Ria thought it was a good idea, mainly because it would save money. So she sat down at the table, placed a piece of paper on it, picked up a quill pen, dipped it in ink, and started making future plans, while also jotting down the prayers she knew so far to avoid missing anything.

He wrote very quickly, and when the last stroke fell with a "snap," Ria remained silent for a long time without any reaction. Just as little Swarth looked at him, with a "thud," he suddenly fell asleep on the table.

Ria is probably too tired and needs to rest quietly.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the white curtains, illuminating his silhouette in a golden glow, making him appear like a perfect and harmless work of art, too beautiful to disturb.

(End of this chapter)