They all call me an Outer God.

Just as Ria had previously thought, he was no match for these angels by himself. Being able to defeat thirteen of them and severely injure them to this extent was not too shameful.

However, they still cannot kill him.

【Everyone, thank you for practicing with me. But now that the conditions for the sacrifice have been met, this farce should come to an end.】

"What are you talking about? What are the conditions for the sacrifice?"

Hehehe... This has to start with what I'm best at.

The grayish-black creature emitted a hoarse sound, and then a pale mask appeared on its body.

His voice echoed slowly.

[The supreme soul whispering in the depths of chaos]

[A wanderer who roams the world, witnessing the faceless nature of all beings]

[Reconstructing nihilistic bliss, bestowing upon the dark truth of decadent pleasure, the embodiment of desire]

We sing praises to desire, offering sacrifices to flesh and blood.

[Praise Without a Face]

Praise without a face —

This prayer is not directed at Ria himself, but at the incarnation of Nyarlathotep, whom he has never met in reality, the true faceless god.

This is Barkley, the closest place to Him. Ria holds His mask and has plenty of offerings beside him. The ritual he performs for Him is this absurd, primal, and insane bloodbath.

As for the offerings, the so-called offerings were not the angels, but Ria herself, who was now in the form of a mythical being.

I call upon your name and beseech your gaze.

As Ria's voice echoed through the space, the pale mask gradually clung to his body.

During this time, an angel noticed something was wrong and tried his best to destroy the mask, but even after breaking Ria's body into countless holes, the white mask remained intact.

In the name of Hephaestus

Ria has already rejected that false prayer, and now reciting it anew will only point to the most authentic outcome.

In an instant, the shattered flesh and tentacles frantically converged towards the bottom of the mask. Before the thirteen angels, the white mask was stained black, and a huge, faceless sphinx appeared behind it.

He gently moved his forepaws, and the terrified angels instantly returned to the surface of the stone tablet.

Taking this opportunity, Ria waved her tentacles, creating a crack in mid-air and throwing all the stone tablets into the Dreamland.

For the time being, these angels will pose no obstacle.

Go to the throne, where parts of His remains are hidden... You will find the answer you seek.

The faceless god guided Ria, and Ria returned to human form, but the mask on her face could not be removed.

Since he couldn't tear it off, he simply stopped wasting his energy and turned to leave the basement.

……

On the throne, Tabarf held the scepter in his arm, staring thoughtfully at the vanished portraits on the surrounding walls.

Then he saw the giant who had left return, his face covered with a pure black mask, which at first glance made it seem as if there was nothing behind the hood.

"So that's how it is. So those gods can't do anything to you?"

Tabalf gradually straightened his posture, and the sound of sand flowing could be heard from the cracks in the surrounding walls, from which golden scarabs crawled out one by one.

“I guessed that you had some connection with Him when you mentioned the name of the Chaos King. If you know anything about the history of the royal family, you should know how much we fear and hate Him. Everything about Him is taboo.”

"Including the chair you're sitting on, Sand King?"

As Ria walked forward, the scarabs surrounded him from all directions like a tide. But when they reached a certain distance, they seemed to have smelled the most terrifying thing in the world and refused to take another step forward.

"I know you have ways to stop me and buy me time, but fate cannot be changed. Hand over the throne."

"You are not qualified."

Tarbaf's pupils brightened slightly, seemingly surprised to hear the title "Sand King".

He raised his hand, and the entire palace floor was instantly submerged in yellow sand, filled with a tremendous suction force that violently tried to drag Ria into it and bury her.

"What is meant to be gone need not return, and what is meant to be buried need not be revived. We paid a heavy price to tear the tyrant off his throne, and now we will not allow him to touch it again."

"No one can, especially you—Hephaestus, you, and only you… must die!"

Tabalf finally uttered the name to Ria, and it seemed that he had discovered far more than Ria had imagined.

"Destroyed...utterly wiped out..."

【＃￥■▲%！】

The Sand King stood up, brandished his scepter, and began chanting obscure and difficult incantations.

However, the next second, Ria disappeared from her original spot and reappeared behind Tabalf in an instant.

He stood back-to-back with the monarch, his towering figure, still resembling a giant, slowly bending down to touch the Pharaoh's throne.

At that very moment, a large number of tentacles suddenly shot out from behind Ria and swallowed Tabalf whole.

"Let's make a deal, Sand King."

A hoarse voice pierced Tabalf's eardrums.

"I need to borrow this country for one minute, in exchange for sparing your life for now."

"I'll take your silence as agreement. See you in a minute—"

Before the other party could answer, Ria shamelessly chuckled and instantly sent the person to the dream world.

Since Atlanasia was imprisoned in the Red Moon by Messiah and had her power stolen, while the power of the Red Moon itself returned to Ria herself, entering and leaving the Dreamland has become much easier than before.

He has the ability to send his target to the Dreamland when he catches them off guard.

If the person being sent away doesn't understand spatial abilities, it would be very difficult for them to return. However, this teleportation also has a huge flaw: magicians.

Magicians are generally skilled in spatial magic, and high-level magicians, especially angel-level magicians, are always able to escape more quickly. Therefore, Ria's actions were simply to buy time.

Of course, there was a key reason why Tabalf was able to successfully outmaneuver him—

His spellcasting animation is far too long; it's likely that this monarch is better suited as a support role than a frontline soldier in war.

The moment Tabalf XV disappeared, the yellow sand and scarabs vanished without a trace, and Ria sensed something unusual about the throne before her.

His fingers were burning hot, and just as Ria was trying to cut open the throne to find the hidden items inside, a figure suddenly appeared sitting on the golden throne.

The figure's body and face were blurred, but it seemed to sense the person in front of it, raising its head to look at Ria. For no reason, Ria felt that it should be happy at this moment, perhaps even excessively happy.

"I heard your voice, my friend. Is it you calling me?"

As Ria looked at it, he quickly realized that it was a projection from history, but it was obviously unrealistic for the shadow of the past to be able to communicate with him in the present.

However, in the face of absolute power, anything is possible.

"Should I say it's been a long time since we last met, or is it that we've met again so quickly?"

The phantom in front of her spread its five fingers and gripped Ria's wrist tightly. Under that absolute restraining force, Ria found that her disguise also disappeared completely as she was being held.

He reverted to his original human form.

At that moment, the figure reached out with its other hand and touched the edge of his face. With a light flick of its fingers, it effortlessly removed the mask of the faceless god.

During this process, Ria's body became immobile, and even her thoughts became sluggish.

"I miss you so much." The phantom suddenly spoke, recounting something inexplicable. From it, Ria could tell that it was desperately suppressing a frenzied desire.

I'm going crazy thinking about you!

The illusory figure pulled Ria towards itself: "In your absence, even the shortest time is torture for me. Only your presence can bring me the greatest joy!"

"So come stay with me a little longer, my friend, ■■■■, just like we used to, look, we have a full minute this time!"

Do you understand what one minute means?

It muttered to itself in a cryptic manner.

“For this one minute, you are conscious, and this time belongs entirely to us. In return for this transaction, I will give you everything you want.”

Ria couldn't understand the meaning of the figure's words, and was speechless at this moment. He could only watch helplessly as he got closer and closer to the figure, when the figure suddenly turned into a beam of light and merged into Ria's body. Ria, like a mindless puppet, turned around and sat on the golden throne, bowing his head.

Now, within a minute, he is the absolute lone king on the golden throne.

……

Time seems to be going backward, ever backward.

One minute passed as the number went from one to zero, eventually ending with a negative sign, and the numbers continued to accumulate.

One minute, zero minutes, negative one minute, negative two minutes, negative three minutes... negative 2.628 billion minutes...

The capriciousness of changing the time at will seems inconsistent with the "one minute" originally agreed upon by the parties.

In an era when people were still eating raw meat and using simple, crude cold weapons, a rather unique "creator" cast his gaze upon this place.

Original sin, virtue, physical form, social status, how can one become a human being?

The "Creator" hid high in the void, his tentacles supporting his head, pondering the nature of humanity and divinity. But soon, he discovered that everyone he had looked at had died instantly.

Ria also witnessed this scene, and he suddenly came to his senses: "Am I the 'Creator' now?"

[Cut! The actors don't need to speak, they just need to follow the script. Let's do it again.]

A voiceover echoed in the young man's mind; more accurately, it was the voice of the figure from before.

If Ria's guess is correct, this projection must contain the will of the lurking chaos itself, and perhaps, the moment Ria came into contact with it, a portion of its will was truly awakened.

The narrator continues to explain what happens next, and Ria passively follows along in the "performance," reminiscing about the past.

However, all the scenes and characters in sight are in black and white, as if they are performing a silent play, except for the lively narration which is quite jarring.

They created a black square screen in Ria's mind, and then output white subtitles, which used at least thirty-eight languages ​​above and below them.

The Creator was not satisfied, so He resurrected those people and then asked His kind whether He could also possess humanity, but He received a negative answer.

God cannot possess humanity, yet He yearns for humanity, for the chaotic and interesting diversity of emotions, rather than for people who mechanically follow their own pre-set rules day after day.

"I'm so bored, so bored. I want to make the world more interesting."

He said.

“If you’re really free, why don’t you come and participate in the calculation and programming of the laws with me, Nyarlathotep,” Yog-Sothoth invited Him.

"No way, it's boring."

“Then, come and have my child, Nyarlathotep,” Shub Nicholas invited Him. “It’s the most interesting thing I can think of.”

"Can I write this?"

Nyarlathotep became unusually agitated, and He would occasionally cast His gaze toward the planets where life existed.

Especially for newborn humans, He cherishes them almost like toys, even making His own gaze "harmless" and less dangerous.

"Humans are at war again... and the side I supported won."

"They started celebrating holidays, who came up with this whole bunch of random holidays?"

"Haha, someone fell down, that's hilarious!"

Nyarlathotep was always lonely and entertained himself. He created many incarnations for himself, and he gave each of these incarnations their own consciousness to prevent himself from getting too bored.

He also treated those farces among humans as a game.

Finally, one day, He personally participated in this game.

The first step is to create a human clone, control the character to lead your faction to defeat the enemy faction, become the leader of the masses, and gain their followers.

Then I realized that it was ridiculous that they argued and bickered all day over trivial matters.

"It's still too boring, not interesting enough. What's the script about how it ends?"

The first king took out a papyrus scroll, glanced at it casually, and found it to be blank. He then realized that he did not have the habit of writing such things.

"Then I'll write... To make the world less boring, I created countless clones to immerse myself in the crowd. After all, I can't have just one personality as interesting as mine."

God said, "Let there be joy, fun, and chaos, not blandness, but conflict—let the beauty of humanity be brought to its fullest potential!"

And so, the inhabitants of darkness appeared.

They mingled among the crowd, twisting their reason, stirring up their contradictions and disputes, and enticing people to make requests to the monarch for outward invasion, so as to establish a larger and more perfect kingdom.

"Is this enough?"

The monarch stood atop a high place, overlooking the land of yellow sand. The dark inhabitants moved among the crowd, disguised as normal people, shouting that it wasn't enough, not enough.

"You've been on the throne for too long; it's time to pass it on to someone else. Why should you be the only one who can oppress others every day? Why can't we become the new king?" (End of Chapter)