They all call me an Outer God.

The god's clones stirred up trouble and rebelled against the clones on the other side, even leading their respective factions to fight each other.

The consciousness of the "Creator" thus continuously enjoyed the farce it created. It watched its clones kill each other, and gradually a rebellious consciousness emerged, noticing the existence of the original body and clamoring for freedom and against slavery.

They want to kill Him.

"This is actually quite interesting."

The "Creator" continues to cast its "shadow" onto the world with undiminished divine power.

Dark Dwellers, Night Demons, Black Pharaohs, Faceless Gods, Swollen Women...

His shadow can be seen in almost every chaotic place; He is omnipresent.

The first pharaoh was Him, the second pharaoh was Him, and the third, fourth, and even fifth pharaohs were all Him.

He gives birth to Himself, He resurrects Himself, He pleases Himself.

Then He was killed.

【Card!】

The first act of the "script" has come to an end. The narrator hands a bottle of water to Ria, who remains in His posture, staring at the pitifully small bottle of water in front of him, and falls into silence.

He couldn't drink water, and facing this unfamiliar body, he couldn't even find where the body's mouth was.

[It's halftime now, my friend. Do you have any questions for me?]

"Have."

Ria gave an affirmative answer: "Sublime being, since you have shown me all this, you should have expected what questions I would ask."

Of course I know. You want to ask me what your relationship is with all those scripts with multiple clones that I showed you in front of you, and whether you are also one of those creations.

[Ha, do you want to know the answer to this question? Are you sure you want to know?]

"Yes."

Alright then, my friend, since I'm a god who keeps his promises, the answer to this so-called question that has been troubling you for so long is...

【Absolutely no relation!】

Did you know that I actually found you in a sewer? It was a rainy day, very dark, and the rain was pouring down.

Ria: "...?"

I was collecting souls across different timelines for a certain purpose when I discovered some unlucky soul had fallen into a sewer. I casually fished you out, and who could have imagined that my unintentional act would lead to such an unexpected result?

Upon hearing this answer, Ria remained silent at first, and then intuitively sensed that the voice was concealing the truth to some extent.

His answer seemed to be flawless and entirely true, but telling only half the truth is also a form of lying.

The lurking chaos is most adept at fooling the world.

His voice continues.

Honestly, I wish you were my creation, so I wouldn't have to expend so much effort and could completely control you like a chess piece.

But it seems you don't trust me; there's still a sad barrier between us.

His playful voice paused slightly, as if he regretted not being able to completely control Ria.

"So, you're saying that every one of your clones is under your control?"

Of course, our relationship is similar to that of a puppeteer and his puppets. Do you understand?

While I slept, the puppeteer's strings loosened, giving the puppets the opportunity to move freely, but ultimately they were just puppets and pawns; they would never gain the true freedom they desired.

"And what about me?" Lia suddenly asked.

You wouldn't, and you shouldn't even pity them, because you don't have the right, and they don't have the right to be pitied by you.

You don't need to compare yourself to those clones; at least compared to them, you are independent right now.

Fuxing Chaos seemed to see that Ria was still unconvinced, so he cast him into the phantom of the past, letting him freely search for his "self".

Their timeframe was long enough, compressed to thousands of years.

Meanwhile, Ria searched for himself throughout this time, but ultimately found no trace of his own existence. So the answer is obvious.

He was not a creation of Nyarlathotep, nor was he one of the gods who shared a divine position with him.

Ria never believed in probability; of all those souls, she was the least likely to survive.

After receiving a negative answer from the deity, Ria gradually became uneasy, as if even the only answer was about to abandon him.

Gradually, Ria transformed back into his original body, and as he searched for himself and made prophecies along the path of fate, he began to act out his destiny.

The narration, like a qualified teacher, tells him how a prophet should act, for prophecy is never confined to the future, but can encompass all of time.

You can predict "keywords" in the world, and it will instantly search for the best answer for you, just like a program.

"Isn't it a bit too intelligent?"

Even the extraordinary need to evolve with the times, my friend. In the future, who can guarantee we won't experience the hardships of flesh and blood, or the ascension of machines? Now tell me, my friend, what are you searching for?

"Self, I want to search for myself."

Ah, this is the most difficult part of prophecy. Prophets rarely foresee everything about themselves, but I prophesy that you will become the best prophet.

Now let's try the simplest part, such as prophesying my complete prayer and summoning parts of my body.

"Prophecy prayer?"

The key is inspiration. For extraordinary individuals, inspiration is more important than anything else; relying on intuition makes everything easier.

However, be careful not to anticipate situations you shouldn't.

Nyarlathotep seemed to have discovered that Ria needed His prayer, but His prayer was too scattered, with the letters hidden in various places and cut in different languages, making it not an easy thing to prophesy.

Fuxing Chaos placed Riaan in an open space, gave him a parchment and a pen, and told him to use his inspiration to search for words.

So Ria pondered for a long time and wrote down twenty-six letters and seventy-eight symbols arranged in a circle on a piece of paper, and then changed a pendulum to place it in the center.

Close your eyes and trust your inspiration and intuition.

Ria did as he was told, and at that moment the pendulum in his hand began to tremble, spinning clockwise until it pointed to a letter. Ria quickly picked up his pen and wrote down the letter.

[Great job, you learn so fast! Now let's preview the second one.]

Ria continued to recite what she wanted to search for in her mind, and then continued to anticipate, as the letters and symbols on the paper continued to accumulate.

It was also during a flurry of praise from Fuxing Hunzhuan—

"boom!"

His head exploded.

With a thud, Ria's body collapsed to the ground, her brains mixed with golden fragments slowly seeping from her shattered skull. At that moment, the chaotic voice of Fuxing erupted into unprecedented laughter. [Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha]

He kept laughing, and Ria reached out her hand, somewhat bewildered.

Is it really that funny?

【funny……】

Wait, you're not dead! You're still alive and talking? That's interesting. I'm almost reluctant to let you go back.

Could you stay here with me forever?

Ria didn't reply; instead, she focused on repairing her brain.

[To be honest, you don't need to continue with that black market meme. You can completely abandon that meme and choose the more authoritative Raven. Trust me, I can protect you all the way to demigodhood, and you won't suffer any hardship along the way.]

"No thanks."

Ria sat up straight again, speechless as she looked at her head, which was gradually being repaired by gray tentacles.

He was so badly hurt by Nyarlathotep's prank that if he were to completely believe in His words and abandon the Lord's Memoirs that he had worked so hard to obtain, he might not even know how he died.

There's a reason this being is called "Chaos"—you never know what earth-shattering thing it will do next.

But the method of intuition and prophecy that He taught is quite useful. He has no one to blame but himself for exploding. Predicting anything related to higher dimensions is an extremely dangerous thing.

It's like someone who doesn't have the way to enter a library but tries to obtain the knowledge inside through any means necessary.

The prophet's method is to create a key out of thin air that unlocks everything.

Continue, we have plenty of time. I will wait until you have fully foreseen my prayer.

[During this time, you can also hone your inspiration.]

Inspiration is important for extraordinary individuals, but opportunities to elevate it are rare.

The life of the lurking chaos is almost endless; He will not let go of any opportunity to have fun, and is filled with a terrifyingly high level of interest and patience for any kind of pleasure.

Lia wanted to say that she didn't have much time left, but after thinking about it, she decided against using that phrase.

It can easily delay a minute into thousands of years; it's no wonder it's one of the three pillar gods of creation.

He reached out and shoved the last tentacle back into his head, then picked up the pendulum again to consume his inspiration. Nyarlathotep said to treat it all as a game, and that when his head exploded, his inspiration would be cleared, and when he recovered, his inspiration threshold would also increase.

Little Swarth remained quiet throughout this period. Perhaps it didn't want to come out, but was simply blocked from appearing by divine power.

Nyarlathotep probably wouldn't be happy to see it.

Ria took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

In his subsequent perception, he had blurred the boundaries of time, only knowing that he was repeating the same thing over and over again, constantly inferring and consuming inspiration with that name etched in his mind, constantly exploding and healing.

This process is certainly painful and agonizing; the exhaustion and torment it brings not only affect the body but, more importantly, directly affect the mind.

"boom!"

"boom!!"

"boom!!!"

After countless explosions and subsequent healings, Ria's face grew increasingly pale, and at that moment, the voice finally took pity on her.

Let's take a break. We have a long time ahead of us; there's no need to push ourselves so hard.

Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat? I'll catch one of my clones for you to eat.

"..."

Haha, just kidding!

Naya conjured up a variety of foods on the spot, with different flavors, from different countries, and even from different times and spaces. These piled-up ingredients occupied an area the size of a football field.

Ria opened his eyes and looked back, clearly surprised by the amount of food. However, he quickly recovered, reaching out a tentacle from the shadows to grab a piece of bread. He then ate while organizing the prayers he had obtained.

"The source of billions of madness and disorder, the crawling ruler of chaos, the master of mischief..."

The content following this was still blank, but Nyarlathotep still expressed high praise for the achievements he had made so far.

[In just a few months, you have managed to collect so many correct prayers. You should know that my prayers have been lost for a long time due to my many clones.]

Most prophets will only waste years or even decades doing useless work, and then unfortunately predict the prayers of one of my alter egos.

[No wonder you're a soul that survived to the end among the gods. With such talent, I believe it won't be long before you achieve meme zero.]

Lia stuffed the last bite of bread into her mouth: "So, will I end up in the worst possible scenario when there are zero memes, becoming a tool to maintain the balance of the world?"

He asked the question very calmly, as if he didn't care about the result at all, but Nyarlathotep could still sense that Ria was looking forward to his answer.

You shouldn't be asking me this question. What the prophet predicted might only be one of many possible outcomes. The creature beside you has already rejected this option for you, so the outcome can only be positive.

Of course, it might be even worse than before—

Nyarlathotep drew out his words with a mischievous grin, and Ria nodded. In the time that followed, she no longer indulged in talking to Him, but instead became engrossed in the process of consuming and replenishing her inspiration.

With his inspiration greatly enhanced, he could hear more voices in the past, present, and future, and everything in front of him became unreal.

Ria reached out to a stone and gently pushed it. To her surprise, countless horizontal and vertical lines appeared on the stone, and as the lines were pushed, the shape of the stone was easily changed.

"It's like modifying the model based on the model itself."

Ria was somewhat surprised by this ability, but Nyarlathotep suddenly spoke up at that moment.

He told him.

The stronger the inspiration, the more one can see the essence of all things. You can now discover that this space and past scenes are false creations that I have replicated, and you can influence the scenes and life within them.

Why not try duplicating a stone?

"copy?"

Ria stared at the stone with lines appearing on it, unsure how to replicate it. After all, even trade authority is essentially an exchange, and it's impossible to create an identical product out of thin air.

Otherwise, Lia would have already taken on the role of the coin-making machine himself.

"How do I replicate this? Even if it's modeling, I need to create a basic model beforehand, right?"

Ria stared at the stone for a moment, lost in thought.

Wait, modeling, the basic model?

He reached out and pulled at the original stone, then forcibly stretched it out by a section from above.

(End of this chapter)