They all call me an Outer God.

"Hanu came here to surrender. Since you don't trust us, I have no choice but to kill you all and then tell Pharaoh some things he should know."

"By the name of the giant's prophet, it is not too late."

"Whoosh—" He swung his longsword and flung out a sharp blade. The blade was flung straight toward the city wall. Everyone watched as the blade got closer and closer, and then it suddenly disappeared.

The next second, the ruler, who was sitting on the golden throne deep in the palace, opened his eyes and glanced slightly at the throne that had been cut off behind him, as well as the huge crack that ran through all the walls and pillars behind him.

From the top, vertically down to the floor.

The crack was only a hair's breadth away from that king.

The gods in the murals were too fast to react; all the candles were extinguished by the sharp blades in that instant, leaving only the shimmering light of the faces and eyes of the thirteen murals in the darkness.

"Not bad, that's a good way to greet someone."

The monarch slightly curled his fingers, supporting himself with his arms as he slowly rose from the throne. His yellow and white robes trailed slowly along the curves of the precious metal, the golden light as dangerous yet beautiful as a snake.

The murals began to make indistinct sounds, but the Pharaoh raised his hand to stop them from speaking further.

“As you know, I have always respected everything related to God, including God, priests, and even prophet; they should all be treated as honored guests in my eyes.”

"The pointless probing should end now. His strength is unfathomable. If a real fight breaks out, you might not be able to gain much advantage over him."

Tabarf reached out and stroked the broken marks on the solid throne, and finally had everyone lay down their weapons and welcome Ria into the palace with the highest level of ceremony.

“I’m not afraid; this is a necessary test.”

【…】

He repeated: “I’m not afraid. You can’t question the dignity of a king. Remember to fix those cracks for me immediately. You can’t hold a meeting in ruins.”

Not long after, Ria met the Pharaoh as she had wished.

He met the Pharaoh's gaze through the fabric of his cloak, and then slowly glanced over the guards and priests around him, respectfully placing his hand on his chest: "Praise be to you, Your Majesty."

The priests scoffed: "Why don't you kneel?"

Ria: "I did not come here to kneel. Even Hanu should have his own dignity."

"What a joke! What dignity does Henu need? You are nothing but..."

"All right."

Tarbach XV leaned back on his throne, adjusting his heavy turban: "The prophet's status is special, so there's no need for so much formality. Tell me, prophet, what is the prophecy you brought?"

"Your Majesty, my prophecy can only be heard by you alone; all others should stay away."

"Bold."

The priests were even more furious: "Hanu has no right to make demands at all. Who gave you the audacity? Do you want to die?"

Faced with the priests' disdain, Tarbaf clicked his tongue and, to everyone's surprise, agreed to Ria's request.

He felt that the priests were nosy, so he ordered everyone to leave, leaving only Tarbach XV and Ria alone.

However, the murals on the surrounding walls still drew attention, as if Ria was facing not just the Pharaoh, but a full thirteen mythical beings of angelic level.

"Speak, tell me the prophecy you brought, and give me a reason to trust you."

Tarbaf gestured "please" to Ria. Ria smiled and reached into his pocket to pull something out.

“Your Majesty, before I recount those prophecies, I would like to ask you if you recognize this thing.”

"Snapped."

A pale mask was thrown to the ground by Ria. The aura emanating from its surface made Tarbaf's eyes linger for a moment, though only for a brief instant, but Ria still caught it in his eyes.

“This mask comes from the faceless god, and since I am about to tell the prophecy, I must first mention a name—Fuxing Chaos.”

“If my prophecy is like a whole building block, then everything related to this person is the missing piece of that building block. Now that I’ve said that, I believe you understand my purpose.”

“I know that His shadow exists in the history of the royal family, so I need all the information about the Chaos, the more the better.”

"Is this also necessary for prophecy?" Tarbaf paused for a moment before asking.

The fact that he didn't ask who Fuxing Hunyun was was enough to prove Ria's idea.

Ria respectfully replied, "Yes, a divination ritual requires the right timing, location, and people, as well as the knowledge possessed by the prophet and the tools used as a medium; none of these can be missing."

"it is good."

Tarbaf nodded: "You do know a lot, even things you shouldn't know, which is enough to prove your achievements in the extraordinary field."

The name you mentioned has always been a taboo in my country. I grant you permission to access the library and view the forbidden books, but if you fail to make any decent prophecy afterward, you will suffer a terrible death, and your people will also perish without a burial place.”

Are you using them as hostages to threaten me?

"So what?"

The Pharaoh laughed maliciously, and Ria laughed too. He picked up the mask from the ground again. At that moment, a strange movement occurred in the mural. A gray-white cat with dotted patterns all over its body and a scarab beetle pattern on its head jumped out and then raised its paw to walk in front of Ria.

Its every move exudes a noble and elegant air, and its neck, ears, and tail are adorned with gold and agate.

Tabarf explained, “This is Kanis, the goddess of cats, who is skilled in prophecy and divination. Since the prophet has any questions about prophecy, he can ask her.”

"In addition, He will take you to the royal family's forbidden library, hoping that you can get what you want there."

"Meow!"

Kanis called out, then turned and walked in one direction.

He was already impatient. Judging from his expression, the cat goddess disliked Ria very much. In his opinion, Ria did not know anything about divination, yet dared to spout nonsense here.

Strangely, He was also unable to foresee Ria's existence, as if Ria did not exist in the world at all, and all prophecies vanished from His existence.

The prophet's predictions failed in Ria's case, something that had never happened before. Faced with this, Ria couldn't help but sigh that she had truly changed.

He was getting closer and closer to godhood, and his time was running out.

The cat goddess kept wagging her tail, leading Ria down the palace. After wandering around, they arrived at a cold, dark basement.

Then, what came into view were countless stone statues of cats; the basement was filled with cats of all sizes on both sides.

(End of this chapter)