They all call me an Outer God.

Next, he cut off that section of the model and placed it on the ground to reshape it according to the original shape of the stone.

"In exchange for a small section of the new model, the materials and shape of the old model are replicated proportionally."

The rules took effect the moment he finished speaking.

Two identical stones appeared in the same spot, and a small "initial model" covered with lines appeared in Ria's hand.

"It actually worked."

As Ria stared at the two identical stones, her eyes widened slightly. Just then, she heard the sound of someone clapping.

He seemed very pleased with Yuria’s talent, as if watching a child he had raised grow step by step.

Congratulations, my friend, you have successfully copied a stone.

You have already learned the first step in creation.

[Next, whenever you create a new object using your inspiration, I will give you a letter from a prayer as a reward.]

Nyarlathotep's tone was gentle.

How are you feeling now?

"I feel dizzy, like something is tearing at my brain."

Lia answered truthfully. In fact, the feeling he described was relatively mild. In reality, Lia's head was not just dizzy, but it felt like it could explode again at any moment.

"To see the lines on an object clearly, you have to concentrate completely, and copying them takes away more inspiration than I thought."

Are you planning to give up?

"Do not."

Ria shook her head firmly: "The more difficult the task, the more challenging it becomes. It's just a matter of replicating a few stones..."

Copy several stones, from one to two, from two to three, from three to all things.

The authority of creation came from Ria’s mouth, and it was spoken so simply and easily.

He probably doesn't realize that, let alone demigods at the angelic level, even among the gods of Meme Zero, very few beings can accomplish this.

If they were to learn that a meme II had actually mastered the power of creation, they would all be thrown into panic, wishing they could ignore all rules and unleash divine punishment to kill this person on the spot, leaving not a trace.

This scene represents how humanity has gradually come to threaten God.

Ants invented controlled nuclear fusion technology.

But Nyarlathotep, who personally guided and witnessed everything, did not find it to be a terrible thing. He admired Ria’s talent and wanted to see how high such talent could be guided.

As for the life and death of the gods and their thoughts?
No one cares.

Nyarlathotep then guided Ria to exhaust his creative inspirations, replenishing them when Ria's inspirations were nearly zero.

If this mechanical process were to be endured by an ordinary person, that person would surely die on the spot. But for Ria, who had little humanity left, he didn't feel anything particularly special except that his head would often explode.

However, when he was overwhelmed with inspiration, he would always see seven enormous eyes in his mind.

Those eyes seemed to want to say something to him, but every time Ria heard their voices, his head would explode with a "bang".

Nyarlathotep would patiently wait for Ria to recover on his own, and if he got tired, he would lend a hand to speed up his recovery process.

As time went by, more and more stones appeared in front of Ria, and his skill in creating things improved steadily, from being unskilled at the beginning to achieving 100% success.

This success rate was ultimately thwarted by a single ant on the ground.

The chaos created an ant so small it could not be smaller, signifying that Ria created life according to life itself.

Compared to the enormous size of the stone, the ant was indeed much lighter and smaller, but it was against such an ant that Ria failed.

He saw the intricate lines on the ant's body, thousands of times more precise than those on a stone, crisscrossing and interwoven—a complexity of life that inanimate objects could not comprehend.

Perhaps for you right now, creating something new is still too difficult.

Nyarlathotep seemed to be deep in thought. His prayer had already been written down by Ria and filled the paper, with only one word left to complete it.

Just as Nyar was about to suggest that Ria should continue the process to obtain letters or symbols from Him, he saw Ria grab the metal pen and write the following words on it without pausing.

"Snapped--"

As he wrote the last letter, the pen tip broke on the paper, and Ria opened his golden eyes and looked into the void.

"Already done."

[You can actually predict a complete word based on intuition?]

Fuxing Chaos was increasingly delighted. It had only been two months since He had come into contact with Ria, yet Ria's inspiration had grown to the point of rivaling that of a demigod.

That's absolute talent.

Nyarlathotep affirmed Ria, and in his subsequent communication with Ria, his tone even carried a hint of relief.

You are an exceptional superhuman, my friend. Your talent is terrifyingly high, far surpassing all my clones.

Although they don't really need any special talents.

But now that you have divined the completeness of my prayer, recite it; now is the time…

The echoing sound gradually lost all emotion.

Recite my prayer and make supplications to my being.

What the masses desire, they will surely grant.

Ria looked at the prayers recorded on the parchment, then at the stones on the ground that were arranged in an overlapping pentagram pattern.

His intuition told him that the choices he was about to make would likely influence the future.

He could choose not to trust Nyarlathotep and leave Him without forcing Him to stay. He could then use his own abilities to find a way to communicate with the Radiant Sun, so that He would accept him as His angel and ascend to Meme One.

Alternatively, they could trust Nyarlathotep, obtain an answer that represents the truth, use the power of the Outer Gods to break through Gherros's barrier, redeem the Radiant Sun and make it their own, and ultimately fight Gherros together.

Now, here's a question.

Is He really trustworthy?

The thought crossed Ria's mind, but he then put the question aside.

There's nothing to believe or disbelieve.

From the perspective of rational reasoning, Option Two is the optimal answer. Since Ria has already obtained the prayer of the Chaos, she will pray to Him regardless of the cost.

This is an opportunity that, once lost, will never be regained.

“I never thought I would say something like ‘no matter the cost’ one day…” Ria sighed, stretching out her hand and letting her skin break open, blood flowing slowly down to the center of the stone formation.

"But this is one of the few acts of salvation for humanity."

When those stones came into contact with his blood, they instantly cracked open into countless pupils, and were then stained with layers of gradually changing black and red.

The ground began to crumble, and gray-black mold spread outward from the center of the blood.

"The source of billions of madness and disorder,"
The creeping, chaotic ruler,
Lord of Mischief. You are a miracle derived from the highest and most sublime.

You are the origin of the game.
You are the darkest prison.

You are a piper
You are both roaring and laughing, an infinite manifestation of both humanity and divinity.

"Great, Wrathful Chaos, Great, Nyarlathotep, Your blind followers pray to you."

Due to excessive blood loss, Ria's face was deathly pale: "I beg to see you and ask you about the past, present, and future."

"Where is my past? What should we do now to fight against this calamity? Where does the hope for the future survival of human civilization lie?"

After asking the three questions, Lia found that the array was completely still. So she looked at her arm, which had stopped bleeding, and tore off her left hand and threw it up.

"I crave the answer, and I'll do anything for it."

Seeing that the formation still didn't react, a hint of doubt flashed through Liya's mind.

Tentacles sprang from his shadow, forcefully binding him and helping him rip off his right hand and place it into the formation.

"Still no response?"

Ria met the eyes that had split open on the tentacles, and as if understanding Ria's will, they stabbed towards his eye sockets.

Ria's original intention was to gouge out his own eyes and put them aside before walking into the center of the formation. However, just as he was about to do so, the formation on the ground suddenly absorbed all the blood and burst into a terrifying dim light.

Countless whispers and bursts of laughter flooded into Ria's mind. Ria saw the pattern of the array spontaneously becoming more and more complex, and its area was constantly expanding.

Finally, it extended to Ria's feet, until it completely enveloped him and dragged him into the formation.

At that moment, a joyful and satisfied laugh emerged from the void.

"At all costs? You said it yourself."

I will give you everything you want, in return for which you... will complete the rest of the script for me.

……

Act Two of the Script

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Ria was awakened by a murmur, and when he opened his eyes, the scene before him had turned completely black and white.

He was in a place resembling a huge theater, and he was in the center of the stage, locked in a cage covered with a semi-transparent black cloth, on which were painted golden eyes.

Outside the cage, boxes were piled up.

After observing the scene, Ria planned to use his ability to destroy the cage that imprisoned him, but he soon discovered that he was completely powerless.

Just as he was about to move, something suddenly opened the boxes around him from the inside, and a bunch of black-furred, white-eyed rabbits started chattering in his ears.

One of them hopped out of the box, ran up to Ria and stared at him, then turned into a mirror right in front of Ria.

And Ria saw her current appearance in it.

He also turned into a rabbit.

But this rabbit is colorful, with its face and body covered in paint, a bright red cherry tomato on its nose, and even a tall clown hat with red, green and white stripes on its head.

"are you happy?"

The mirror in front of him asked him a question. The image in the mirror took off its hat and jumped around, looking as comical as a silent actor, but this was a movement that Ria had never made before.

Why should I be happy? Let me out.

Lia frowned. No one can laugh out loud while they are locked up unless they have mental problems or unusual fetishes.

The rabbits in the audience were all laughing, and Lia could clearly hear their laughter. It seemed that as long as she was kept in captivity, they could feel completely happy.

"Look!" The mirror in front of him pointed around, "Everyone is happy, why are you the only one who is unhappy?"

"Because I'm locked up."

Why are you always so gloomy? How can we make you happy? Tell us, we want you to be happy.

"Because I was locked up, let me out."

"Ah, you're so hard to figure out, why aren't you happy? You're such a difficult rabbit to deal with."

The mirror image completely ignored Ria's words, and Ria's rabbit fur stood on end: "Let me out."

The mirror image stopped talking and pointed to the black rabbits around it: "Go and make him laugh."

So the black rabbits started telling jokes and making faces at Ria, trying to amuse him, but Ria didn't find it funny at all. He just watched them make all sorts of ridiculous movements, conjuring up fireworks and gunfire to bombard their companions.

The scariest thing is that these black rabbits, while performing the actions, would ask him if it was interesting and funny.

Ria wanted to tell them that he would tear them to shreds the moment he left, but his words were ignored by the black rabbits.

So, forced by circumstances, Ria laughed: "Funny."

"You're lying!!!"

Upon hearing his words, the black rabbits immediately pressed down on the cage, their sharp claws so forceful that they almost tore the black cloth covering the cage.

“Happiness is a very important thing. A little chaos can bring pleasure, but extreme chaos is a feast for the gods. You are missing out on this kind of pleasure. Do you know why?”

"Those rabbits took everything from you."

The black rabbits pointed at the white rabbits in the audience, who were filled with joy.

“We can see that, sir, you’re a rabbit who’s lost your sense of fun. You’re not the same person you used to be.”

In their view, Ria is like a boring investor or audience member who is always watching a boring performance, and no matter how hard the actors try, they can't please him in the slightest. The actors and screenwriters would also feel bad watching all this.

Nobody likes to put on a show for a machine. Even if a show is to be put on, it's best if it's an intelligent machine that can support the audience.

"We regret that we cannot grant you freedom, but—ah, we've suddenly had a brilliant idea. Since you dislike this cage, how about we pretend it doesn't exist and you become one of the actors and the audience?"

(End of this chapter)