They all call me an Outer God.

One in a thousand, facing Riyadh, cites an example of an ascetic in a certain country who, from the age of three, raised his right hand above his head for fifty years, just to beg God to glance at him and grant his wish.

"Do I need to hold my right hand above my head for fifty years?"

Ria glanced at his right hand. Logically, it wasn't impossible to do that, but he couldn't wait that long.

Of course, one-thousandth of a side also rejected this idea.

Its mouth corners turned up more and more, and the color became more and more vibrant.

“We don’t need to do that, sir.”

"Since there have been successful cases before, it means that countless people in the world have begun to emulate those cases and embark on ascetic practices towards their respective gods."

But they simply didn't understand that those high and mighty gods were merely executioners who viewed them as ants, and even their extremely rare responses were only out of annoyance at the disturbance from the power of asceticism, and a last resort to act to stabilize the source of their faith.

The bright red color had begun to glow faintly, and a blood-like viscous fluid was seeping from the surface.

"What we need to do is replace all their beliefs, transform the supernatural powers they worship into the radiant sun itself, and make them devote themselves to asceticism, so that their minds can only contain the sun and nothing else."

"And then, we will steal the fruits of their labor—"

"Gather the power of arduous cultivation to illuminate the rising sun."

"That sounds good."

Ria gave her approval, then, holding up her mask, began to ask, "But why does doing something righteous sound so villainous?"

“Ah, Father, there’s no need to worry about those details. Some things are only more motivating when done with a sense of transgression.”

It started calling things randomly again, and Ria was too lazy to correct it. She just thought that since the mask could talk and she would need to use it a lot in the future, she might as well give it a new name.

However, Ria forgot that he wasn't good at naming things, and after a flash of inspiration, a new name appeared on one-thousandth of the face.

Darles.

Dollars.

It was still all about money, but Dales seemed quite fond of his new name, and kept praising Ria incessantly, calling him a god who was unique in heaven and earth, loved and revered by all.

"Great Father, may every inch of your divine kingdom be built of gold, and may every drop of your flesh be filled with gold."

"Shut up, you're too noisy."

Ria grabbed it and tossed it casually, letting the tentacles in the shadows swallow it up. Little Swarth probably enjoyed having a friendly and intimate conversation with the mask.

But right now, Ria has more important things to do. That "one-minute" barrier won't last long. Ria can even see cracks appearing in the space within a five-meter radius of her at this moment.

He stared at the cracks from which yellow sand seeped for a moment, then glanced at the throne behind him. As if struck by a thought, he chuckled softly and turned to sit down.

The young man's movements were always effortless, fluid, and elegant. He sat firmly on the throne, which symbolized supreme power, with his legs crossed, and a black cane casually resting on his lap.

It was at this moment that the cracks, which had been slowly widening, suddenly accelerated. As if drawn by an invisible force, the yellow sand surged wildly into the cracks, its speed no less than that of a rushing torrent.

Finally, upon reaching some unknown threshold, the entire space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force.

"boom!!!!!"

The deafening roar of the shattering time barrier shook the heavens, even dimming the blazing sunlight outside the palace.

A transparent barrier collapsed like shattered glass, scattering thousands of shimmering golden fragments that, like falling stars, illuminated the silent and eerie palace.

The moment the barrier shattered, the figure of a king holding a scepter slowly emerged, his figure enveloped in golden light, like a war god stepping out of mythology.

The monarch's pupils slowly contracted to needle size, flashing a cold light as if they could see through all the hypocrisy and deceit in the world.

Beside him, thirteen angels dressed in pure white robes surrounded him, holding various divine weapons, their faces solemn.

However, when their gaze fell upon Ria on the throne, they saw the shameless man raise a wine cup of unknown origin to them, seemingly making an invitation.

The usurper, leaning against his throne against the backlight, was unusually handsome, with sculpted features and skin that glowed faintly in the firelight.

But his expression was full of amusement, and a smile played at the corners of his mouth, which gave him a different kind of aura. He didn't seem like a petty person who had ascended to the throne and gained power, but rather like a god examining a king.

"So this is your true nature. All your claims about being a prophet were false."

"Tabarf said coldly, while Ria ignored his question, drank the wine in her glass in one gulp, and threw the empty glass to the tentacle beside her, watching it drag the glass back into the shadows.

He wasn't doing this to provoke others; he was genuinely thirsty. But in other people's eyes, it was completely misinterpreted.

"Speaking of this, Your Majesty, aren't you the same?"

Ria tapped the edge of the throne armrest with her fingers, listening with pleasure to the crisp sound of the gold being struck.

“The people of Barkley love you so much, and they also love the gods you created.”

Tabarf gripped the scepter tightly: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Don't you understand? Okay then."

Ria gripped her cane and slowly pointed at the angels of various shapes and sizes.

"The mythical creatures I've ever seen are all creations that have been corrupted. The ones around you are things I've only seen in historical mythology books or fairy tales. Compared to real mythical creatures, they are far too normal."

"Moreover, it is quite strange that so many angels serve you without revealing their memes and with such great power, yet without any intention of rebellion."

"so……"

Ria retrieved her cane: "The only one here who has truly reached the level of Meme One is you, King Barkley. Aren't these angels also manifestations of your power? While relying on their protection, you allow them to draw upon the faith of their people to further solidify your position."

At this point, he couldn't help but applaud.

“Impressive tactics. No wonder you were able to leave the Dream Realm at the same time in such a short period of time, and no wonder you were able to shatter the barrier constructed by the power of the Faceless God.”

“These angels share your power. In fact, defeating one of them would easily dismantle them all. And your power is far too weak compared to theirs. I can only guess that your true form is somewhere else.”

"So where is it? Inside the coffin? In the pyramid? Or..."

Inside the palace, the dim candlelight flickered, barely illuminating the deep space.

Ria sat on the throne, facing Tabarf, whose expression was ashen, and spoke so softly it was almost a whisper.
However, to the listener, every word uttered from his lips seemed to touch some taboo. Tabarf's face grew increasingly gloomy, as if dark clouds were foreshadowing an impending storm. In the end, he could no longer suppress the anger and repression within him.

"boom----"

An unprecedented pressure swept out like a sandstorm, completely different from the previous peaceful demeanor. This power carried an ancient and savage terror.

Ria seemed detached from the situation, quietly observing the riots of the people before him, while another scene came into view.

The shadows from all directions continued to split and extend outward like slime mold, and an overwhelming dark mist emerged from those shadows.

They are not merely darkness, but the embodiment of despair, carrying a chilling, hopeless, and sticky oppressive feeling that is even more oppressive than divine power, tightly enveloping everyone in the palace.

Countless twisted figures were hidden in the mist, their golden eyes blinking as they murmured indescribable language, each sound striking straight to the heart, as if the weight of the entire universe were pressing down on their shoulders.

Under this oppressive atmosphere, the air inside the palace seemed to solidify, making it difficult to breathe.

The color drained from Tabarf's face, replaced by a deathly pallor. At that moment, he felt as if he had been thrown into an endless ice cave, his body not only feeling the biting cold, but his soul also being tightly bound by this despair.

On the surrounding walls, the ancient reliefs came to life, twisting and writhing, releasing an even more eerie aura that intertwined with the surrounding mist—

Unspeakable monsters are rampaging, cities are being swallowed by despair, and gods are chanting softly under the starry sky... Every scene sends chills down your spine.

“I forgot to tell you, Mr. Tabalf XV, while angelic beings are indeed terrifying, you are not the only meme angel here.”

As Ria's own strength increased, Swarth's own power also continued to grow. With its power, suppressing an angel whose true form was no longer present was a piece of cake.

Previously, Ria fought with those "angels" for so long only because she was suspicious of their posture and pretended to test them. Now there is no need to pretend anymore.

“Killing an angel will attract the attention of the god of the opposite meme. I won’t kill you. How about we make a deal?”

As Ria spoke, she rose from her throne amidst the surrounding black mist and walked step by step toward Tabalf, whose body was emitting sand-like particles.

He seemed quite surprised by the current situation, and unease and fear gradually enveloped his heart, but he still gritted his teeth: "I should have wiped you all out back then, Hephaestus."

"You think I'm Hephaestus?"

If only that were true, at least Ria felt that their situation was relatively fortunate compared to her own.

However, he did not try to explain himself, but instead allowed the misunderstanding to fester.

“I should have wiped out that group of Hanu too. If it weren’t for them, this wouldn’t have happened…”

"Since you like killing so much, how about I kill you first? The one here isn't your true form, so I doubt your [main meme] will say anything if I kill you."

The more Ria thought about it, the more amusing it became. His staff spontaneously transformed into the shape of a sword, and then he pointed the tip at the Pharaoh's heart, taking a sudden step forward and thrusting it in—

"Pfft!!!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which was then blocked by tentacles just before it would splatter onto Ria.

“You’ll regret this.” Tabarf viciously reached out and gripped the blade. The next second, his body suddenly disintegrated, turning into yellow sand along with the surrounding Barkley gods.

At that moment, Ria sheathed her sword and looked through the void at a new contract that had appeared out of nowhere.

[Traded Party: Worsett Nigthorne Tabalf]

[Transaction details: The other party will exchange their physical body and the location of the Death Curse Seal for a chance to live.]

[Contract Initiator: Ria Kercha]

[The transaction is complete, praise be to you! Great Lord of Trade!]

"Isn't that what we found?"

Lia waved to the surrounding black mist, which spontaneously compressed and coalesced into a mass of color so intense it rivaled that of a black hole.

Finally, the "black hole" opened its two round eyes and flew happily to Ria's outstretched hand.

"How did it feel to be scared?"

"Goooo!"

Little Swarth puffed out his chest, his face radiating obvious pride.

As for that mask called Darus... Darus is such trash, how dare he be associated with it and call Ria's father? It never even called Ria that, yet all sorts of random people can pop up and pretend to be close to Ria.

If the broken mask weren't still useful, Little Swarth would have chopped it down right now.

"Goo!"

Growing angrier by the thought, Little Swarth extended his tentacle and pierced through Ria's neck.

It tore at itself, letting blood splatter all over its body, and then at some point, it finally ripped Ria's head off its body and put it in its arms, which finally made up for some of the security it lacked.

Ria didn't say much, just patted its head and led it step by step out of the palace.

Along the way, they encountered many soldiers, but when the soldiers saw clearly that a headless person was carrying a pitch-black unidentified object, which was tightly holding the person's head and bleeding as it walked, they were all dumbfounded and dared not move.

At that moment, they desperately wished they were dead, so they wouldn't have to witness such a horrifying scene in broad daylight, their hearts screaming, "Save me, save me!"

Darius also appeared at this inopportune moment on top of Ria's head. However, the position where Ria originally placed her head had already changed, so as soon as it appeared, it fell onto Ria's arm that was placed in front of her chest.

Darus has no eyes, but it is not without vision, so in the blink of an eye it met the gaze of Ria’s head and the “bird” that was determined to hold Ria’s head.

In terms of sheer shock, it is second to none.

"What are you doing! My Father, what are you doing!"

“There’s nothing surprising about it, it’s just playing, you’ll get used to it,” Ria said gently, revealing something extraordinary.

"You really spoil this thing that much!?"

"...I think the timing of your appearance is not very appropriate, and what you are saying is also not very appropriate."

Before Ria could finish her warning, the dark tentacles lifted Darus high into the air, while the owner of those tentacles stared at it with a dark gaze.

(End of this chapter)