They all call me an Outer God.

"Our investigators went to great lengths to eliminate all its activity signatures and bring it back, ultimately discovering that the main cause of this extraordinary creature's zombie-like state was a tiny, barely perceptible lump of flesh in its abdomen."

"Research has shown that the fleshy mass originated from a product of their past summoning ritual, the original incarnation."

“And now, we have to state a terrible fact, sir.” Dr. Jack’s expression grew increasingly grim, and he looked up at the arm that seemed to still have signs of life, submerged in the solution.

That is……

"The genes from the flesh mass extracted from the Xia Gai Demon Insect have a 99.99% or even higher match with the genes we extracted from this arm."

"I think we all know what this means."

“He was once a complete human being,” Ivand said, as if to confirm something.

"Yes, of course! There's no doubt about that."

Jack put down the file in his hand, his expression growing increasingly serious: "But that's no longer the case."

"That body was originally human, and the soul contained within it was also human. However, the soul that later descended gradually eroded that body, eventually completely replacing it and transforming it into the genes of a mythical creature."

"Although I am very reluctant to admit it, I must say these things out of scientific rigor, Mr. Evans."

Have you ever considered that the person occupying your student's body after his self-destruction was actually the consciousness of a mythical being, who was simply unaware of this?

"The reason why this mythical creature was chosen to possess the original divine essence and be able to exert its power is simply because it originally belonged to Him."

At this point, Dr. Jack's voice began to tremble: "He is an Outer God, an enemy of mankind."

"And it wasn't just humans; in the beginning, it was a shared entity between humans and gods..."

"boom!!!"

When he said those words, Ivand, who had been quietly standing still, suddenly sharpened his eyes. He rushed towards Jack, grabbed him by the neck, and slammed him against the wall. He could have easily killed the man without even having to exert any force.

"Cough cough cough..."

Dr. Jack coughed incessantly, and Evans's gaze was almost vicious: "If I ever hear such words from any of you again, I will kill you all."

“Even so, I must say—” Dr. Jack’s glasses fell off his face, and his hair was disheveled, making him look extremely disheveled. “He is not your student. Your true student is no longer here!”

"You have a lot of courage and boldness!"

“Yes, he’s gone, so what?” Ivand asked in a hoarse voice.

He always knew that Riane's soul was no longer the same as before, and that the original Riane had long since died, but after contacting her, Ivand still chose to regard the two of them as the same person.

These two people have very similar personalities, and the current Ria may be the only "relic" left behind by the Ria of the past.

"He was willing to trust you and give up his arm because he wanted to stand on the side of humanity. If even you betrayed him, who else could he trust?"

"I hope you can use your rusty, useless brains to think things through at this time."

The reason I'm still standing here and communicating with you is because Ria considers you allies. But if you choose to be his enemies, I will instantly release all the containment devices here and kill you all.

Anyone can choose to betray him, but I will not. I will always unconditionally support and trust him, no matter what position or identity he holds.

So do you understand now, you idiots?

While I remain with the Order Association, you'd better think carefully about what you should and shouldn't do, and keep praying that he still cares about your lives.

After saying this, Ivand tossed Dr. Jack aside like trash, returned to the room that originally housed him, and then restored the barrier within, transforming into the form of a mythical creature to sleep peacefully.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

He left, and the remaining researchers looked at each other in bewilderment.

"...What should we do?"

"What to do, what to do, what else can we do?" Dr. Jack stood up from the ground, clutching his neck, and coughed incessantly while leaning against the nearest piece of equipment.

"Do you think this is something we can interfere with? Let them handle their own affairs as evil gods. We just need to focus on doing our job as scientists."

"But now that we have discovered that person's true identity, the jinx's purpose is obvious."

He wants to awaken the primordial, and now a portion of the calamity's divine power is hidden within the primordial consciousness; this is as dangerous as setting a fire next to a powder keg.

Dr. Jack and Dr. Narcissus exchanged a glance, both understanding the emotions in each other's eyes.

"Increase surveillance of the divine power, and report any new developments to higher authorities immediately."

"Yes, sir!!!"

……

Lia was still surrounded by a bunch of rabbits in the theater.

Many of the rabbits were him, yet not him. He felt his consciousness being divided into many parts, each with its own personality.

Perhaps Nyarlathotep wanted to see more than just a rabbit; He was using the rabbit to tell a different story.

And this matter is very likely to be closely related to him.

He watched patiently and discovered that as these rabbits interacted with the rabbits that had split off from them, they gradually divided into three factions.

The pro-establishment faction, the neutral faction, and the opposition.

The pro-establishment faction wanted him to stay in the theater indefinitely, the neutral faction was responsible for monitoring his every move, and two extreme groups emerged within the opposition.

One reason is to kill him and take his place; the other is to deny the current split rabbit and want the original, complete rabbit to return.

But regardless of which side they were on, they praised him, yet at the same time deeply feared him.

Did you understand what our performance was about, my friend?

The narrator asked Ria a question again, but before Ria could answer, it cleared away all the scenes and actors and began to tell Ria a story that was extremely extreme for him.

At that moment, a golden eye flashed violently in the surrounding darkness, but the narrator ignored it.

You should now understand that there is a rule in the universe: old things are constantly being replaced by new things, everything changes and alternates, and in this process, even God cannot attain eternity.

And what brings all this to fruition is the sovereign who governs the rules of the universe. He is more ancient than the stars, more sublime than eternity, and He is the measure of all things, the scales of all things.

At this point, a hint of pride crept into the narrator's voice.

He is my Father, my friend, my Creator, the Creator whom people call the blind and foolish God, the primordial God.

"Of all the gods in the universe, He is the one who understands my will the most, indulges me the most, and is most willing to create more chaos for my amusement." Ria noticed that Nyarlathotep's tone was becoming increasingly strange and nostalgic as he reminisced.

He created the nameless mist, created the three pillars, and two of the pillars joined together to give birth to the blasphemous twins, who in turn gave rise to all things.

[He is the true creator, the sovereign we absolutely support, but when it comes to rules, He is cold and inhumane. For the establishment of a new universe, He can instantly erase His own creations and rebuild them, creating something exactly the same, younger.]

For Him, everything in the universe except Himself can be discarded and replaced.

Thus, the ancient gods, unwilling to perish, waged war against the primordial gods.

In Nyarlathotep's brief narration, Ria seemed to have already witnessed the bloody battles between the gods, from love and support to turning against each other, with the three factions waging an endless war.

As for the outcome of the war of gods? It's obvious.

Azathoth, filled with a sinister and intense hatred, dragged the old gods into a long slumber. He began to support new gods in his dreams, but due to the obstruction of the old gods, becoming a new god was an extremely difficult task.

To prevent the Primal Awakening from obliterating everything, Nyarlathotep's soul spontaneously forged an absolutely dark palace for him. They played flutes around that palace, bringing the Primal Nightmare nightmare after nightmare.

As for why the Primordial One became blind and foolish, it was all because Nyarlathotep used his authority to split His consciousness into countless worlds throughout the universe.

His sealed body became an empty shell.

The pro-establishment faction is trying to stabilize their divided consciousness and make them feel a sense of belonging to various worlds, while the neutral faction is monitoring them.

As for the opposition, they still harbor the idea of ​​killing the original or supporting a new "original" in order to achieve complete freedom and eternity.

The extremists in the opposition are mostly referring to Gherus, an Outer God with sinister intentions who absolutely upholds the Primordial One, goes to great lengths to bring His consciousness back or make it disappear, and then wants to erase all the Old Gods in the universe (excluding Himself).

So do you understand now, my friend? I've put in so much effort to stabilize your consciousness. I even created countless clones to prevent you from finding the world boring, and I hope you still enjoy playing with these toys.

Whether you're happy or unhappy, kill them if you don't like them, keep them if you do.

"..."

Lia opened her mouth, only to find her mind blank; she couldn't even speak.

After a long while, Ria heard her own voice tremble slightly, sounding almost like it wasn't her own.

"Why are you telling me this?"

Because this is what you want to know, my friend. You want to know yourself, and this is your true self.

Nyarlathotep's voice was very cheerful, as if He had been preparing for this day for a long time.

Has no one ever told you that the so-called truth is, in a sense, a curse?

The so-called home you inhabit is all woven from dreams; it's all fiction, and perhaps even your current situation is.

Hahahahahahahahahahahaha—

His laughter grew louder and louder.

Isn't that interesting, my friend? Since you've told me you'd do anything for me, then my wish is to invite you to participate in my new script—a script set on the world stage.

Your identity will be exposed, you will see the fear in people's eyes, you will experience the feeling of being alone and helpless against the world, you will eventually endure loneliness, and find yourself powerless against everything in this false dream.

Ultimately, you only have two choices.

[Accept your fate of doom and let your consciousness perish, or awaken and return to your original divine throne.]

[No matter which path you choose, I, the dedicated screenwriter, have already planned the route for you. Unlike those gods, I don't care about the fate of the world or myself; I just want to be happy.]

This is the meaning of my birth, and also the result of your indulgence.

You'll like it, won't you? After all, you're the one who spoils me the most.

Countless tentacles surged in from all directions, intimately and stickily entangling Ria, like the web of fate imprisoning a poor moth.

Their slightly grainy surfaces slid across Ria's body, binding his limbs and entwining his arms and fingers. They swayed merrily, inviting the young man beside him to dance a dance that could not be refused.

In it, Ria only experienced the terrifying, insane, twisted desire for control that lurked in chaos.

I stabilized the old gods by separating your consciousness, making them feel that they could have a period of peace and tranquility. But on the other hand, I secretly collected your consciousness back into your divinity, waiting for the day you would return.

My Lord, my Father, believe me, everything is my best arrangement for You.

Since awakening is your wish, we can present it in a more captivating way.

By the way, did you like the flute I played for you?

A tentacle slowly curled up, obscuring Ria's eyes.

How about we play another tune now?

Everything is part of a script arranged by Him, becoming pawns for His amusement. Even those struggling clones are casually referred to as "toys that can be discarded at will."

He treats the world as a game.

As the tentacles entwined with Ria and danced like puppeteers, the golden eyes in the surrounding darkness became increasingly prominent.

A cacophony of flute music erupted.

Meanwhile, the golden pupils were spinning wildly, making a "sizzling" sound. The pupils contracted and expanded rapidly, and the murderous intent and jealousy in their eyes were so intense that they could almost be materialized.

"I am... a fake."

His past is a lie.

"I am not human..."

He was one of the original split consciousnesses, and now he is the only one who survived from the merged consciousnesses.

That only proves that he can now fully represent the true origin.

This is absolutely outrageous.

If he is the original consciousness, then every dream he has had can represent the real world, in which he truly killed his "parents" countless times.

He was also cutting off his own escape route step by step, driving himself to a dead end.

(End of this chapter)