They all call me an Outer God.

Hearing this question, Ria nodded.

Judging from the Black Pharaoh's account, Tabarf was indeed an extremely lucky guy. He was born into wealth, and becoming a nobleman, a monarch, and an angel all seemed to happen so naturally. He even married a beautiful woman who was an incarnation of a pillar god.

But what if all of this was deliberately arranged by that incarnation?
Ria had to admit that Tabarf was actually an extremely unlucky, unfortunate angel.

Upon seeing Ria's reaction, the "Black Pharaoh" in front of him smiled. His face and figure were incredibly alluring, and his voice was indescribably seductive. No wonder Tabalf was so fascinated by Him.

"I feed on chaos; it is the source of my power. Every time we pull off such a prank and reveal the result, we feel the ultimate pleasure. Ah... this feeling is truly indescribable—"

The woman with darker skin chuckled, extending her finger to lightly apply shimmering gold makeup to the corner of her eye. Her cat-like emerald eyes were filled with extreme malice, like the most alluring green gemstones.

"I'm going to see Him. Is there anything you need me to tell you?"

"Please say something to him for me, just say... 'There is no hurdle in life that cannot be overcome.'"

Ria's figure continued to shrink, merging into a bottomless black mist. Then the black mist dissipated, revealing a young man dressed in traditional Barkley clothing at the bottom.

Lia casually tucked his cane around his waist, and it automatically became a rope around his waist.

Little Swarth fluttered its wings and hovered in front of Ria, extending its front paws. Ria thought for a moment, then reached out and gave it a high five.

"Goo!"

Little Swarth happily landed on his shoulder.

The summoned ancient phantoms around them disappeared as Ria removed her mask, leaving only the woman, the Black Pharaoh in disguise, standing there with a smile on her face.

He pointed to "Tabarf," who was bewildered not far away after losing his target: "What should we do with this guy?"

"What should we do with it?" Ria also noticed the replica's enormous body, like a sand giant with eight arms. This was perhaps the true form of the original Tabarf, which had tried to transform but failed.

It has no life; if it weren't for Ria's manipulation, it wouldn't make any move at all, just like the stone he copied back then.

But it would be too wasteful to just throw it away.

"Since I was able to create it, in essence, it is no different from a real Tabalf that has lost its life characteristics, even the crisscrossing lines on its body are exactly the same."

I think even the deity it serves probably wouldn't recognize the difference between it and Tabalf.

Ria paced back and forth: "If something goes wrong with the angels under His throne, His Lord Memoir will surely be angry, which will also cause trouble for my actions."

Is there any way to deceive everyone and completely replace the angel without anyone noticing?

Yes! Of course!

The Black Pharaoh's smile grew even brighter; this question was a perfect fit for him.

"Why don't I be His angel?"

If these words had come from anyone else, Ria would have thought that person was drunk and joking, but the person opposite her was one of Nyarlathotep's incarnations, and a living incarnation at that.

Although the incarnations of gods are not as powerful as the original gods, they are by no means comparable to mere angels. Their strength is generally stable in the range of meme one to meme zero.

Given the "Black Pharaoh's" power, it's not impossible for him to deceive even the gods' minds.

After receiving Ria's affirmation, "Black Pharaoh" nodded to him, then turned and left with "Tabarf".

Even though it was said that He was carrying it, Ria didn't know what method He used to shrink that enormous thing to only the height of a finger joint. After witnessing His figure completely disappear from sight, Ria covered her head and rested for a while.

"Father, are you alright? The battle just now really damaged your inspiration. Low inspiration can..."

"Why are you cursing me?" Ria stared blankly at Darus, a question that startled Darus instantly.

Because the moment Ria asked that question, it felt as if Swarth's tentacles were about to crush it.

"Ha, just kidding. Although you are indeed insulting me from my perspective, I am not so confused as to be unable to distinguish between reality and this kind of illusion caused by the loss of inspiration."

Ria casually placed Dales on the side of little Swarth's head; for it, such an adornment was undoubtedly very suitable.

"Once my inspiration returns, these illusions will disappear on their own. Next, I will talk to the city's residents about ascetic practices. I mustn't frighten them along the way."

Lia tried his best to appear normal, but little did he know that those who had witnessed his brutality were already filled with awe and dared not treat him as a normal person.

Therefore, as soon as he returned to the city gate, he saw a large crowd of people kneeling and worshipping him, muttering all sorts of incoherent prayers.

"Titan, thank you for your salvation and protection—you have finally returned, and from now on there will be no slaves among us!"

"Freedom! We are finally free!"

"Praise be to you, the greatest of giants!"

Their faces were filled with smiles of relief, and many even had tears in their eyes, but from Lia's perspective, those people looked ferocious and kept mocking her.

"You're a complete lunatic, a scoundrel, you're not welcome here!"

"Monster, why don't you just die!"

"You have no reason to exist. People like you shouldn't live. You shouldn't have any consciousness. You'd be more useful dead than alive!"

"Do you still want to save humanity? You're not even human. Neither the supernatural nor the human welcome you!"
"Get out! Get out!"

"Get out! Get ...

As she listened to these words of self-criticism, Ria narrowed her eyes slightly.

Just as Darles thought the man was about to get angry, the young man bowed to the crowd in front of him, saying, "Thank you all, but there's no need for such a grand gesture."

"Our war is not over yet, and we will have no chance to catch our breath until the true dawn arrives... Men, I need the help of all of you in the war to come."

You will have the opportunity to participate in the war of the gods.

"Go to hell! What kind of trash are you, ordering us around?!"

As those people stood up while cursing, Lia remained calm and treated everyone with the same gentleness.

He helped up an elderly woman in front of him, brushed the dust off the fabric on her knees, and the old woman glared at him viciously: "You hateful bug."

"You're welcome."

Lia recalled the inhabitants of Endlers, who disliked kneeling, which highlighted the cultural differences between the two countries and the depth of the monarch's oppression of the people.

"Come with me, everyone, let's release those who are imprisoned. We need to discuss how to combat natural disasters, as this concerns the survival of everyone."

“Beasts! Trash!” With such a gentle expression, Ria led everyone to the dungeons to free the slaves. He was so virtuous that even the most heinous prisoners were given a chance to repent.

Darles and Swarth witnessed all of this. Darles felt that Ria was acting strangely and that it was not normal. Logically speaking, people with low inspiration would think that the whole world was hostile to them, and then they would go crazy and become alienated.

Why didn't Coria react at all?

"Doesn't it have any side effects on him?"

Darles tried to talk to little Swarth: "Don't you think there's something wrong with your father now? He seems to have lost his sense of anger!"

Little Swarth stared at Ria with wide eyes and made a "gurgling" sound.

Nothing seems wrong; everything is fine.

Just like He (the original Him) before, everything was fine, and He liked it very much.

As for emotions? Lia felt that they would naturally be expressed when necessary.

……

Above the yellow sand, dust swirls around huge, withered tumbleweeds that sway on its surface, making soft "crackling" sounds as they are blown by the wind.

Suddenly, the "crack" sound became louder; it turned out that it had hit the surface of a cactus.

On the back of the cactus, a shriveled corpse covered in filth was clinging to its thorny branches, tearing at them hungrily and sucking out their sap.

"So thirsty...so thirsty!"

Tabarf has returned to his desiccated state, and he still has little consciousness, only instinctively wanting to return to the place where he once rested.

But the scorching sun was constantly damaging His body through the fabric, causing Tabalf to feel the desire for "thirst" for the first time in many years.

Thirst should be met with water, but where is there water in this vast desert!
Lizards contain water, camels contain water, and cacti contain water.

Along the way, Tabarf didn't know how many creatures he had killed. He dragged his long footprints and finally found a cactus with a lot of moisture. Tabarf immediately rushed over with great joy.

At that moment, a thick, moist air wafted into His nostrils, and an oasis appeared in the distance, with lush shrubs and coconut trees growing beside a clean water source.

If it were a Tabarf in his prime, he would have noticed something was amiss, but the current Tabarf is completely oblivious to the truth.

"Thirsty...give me water, I'm so thirsty!"

The thin, withered figure leaped off the giant cactus, ignoring the thorns and water stains covering its body, which were then soaked by yellow sand, and ran madly toward the oasis, its movements like those of a pitifully fast-running desert frilled lizard.

His movements were very swift; in less than half a day, he approached the water source. Not only was the environment beautiful, but he also saw someone who should never have been there.

His beauty, his favorite queen, and also the most favored princess of the previous monarch, Locani.

Locani's attire at this moment reminded Tabalf of how they used to be together.

The stunningly beautiful woman, dressed in the king's favorite makeup, sat gracefully on a limestone rock by the lake, with their favorite book on her lap and a bamboo basket of the king's favorite dates on the rock.

This is the scene of their first meeting; the books tell stories of how people and gods interacted in a desert kingdom in the past.

"You must be very thirsty, poor Worsett."

The beautiful woman beckoned to the ugly man, signaling him to come to her.

Logically speaking, since Tabarf was nearly out of consciousness, he couldn't possibly recognize the person in front of him as his wife. He should have immediately rushed forward to kill her and devour her flesh and blood.

But Tabalf hesitated after hearing the name "Wosset".

He cautiously stepped forward, just as he had once approached Locani in the same way, and Locani was startled. The poor princess was terrified, while the triumphant boy laughed heartily.

"Heh...hehehe..."

Tabalf started grinning foolishly. Locani reached out his hand, and he took it. Locani fed him cloyingly sweet dates, which he ate one by one with great pleasure.

As He ate, He lay down on Locani's lap. Locani read to Him, but He couldn't understand a word.

“Wosset, do you remember how you got your name?” Locani asked Him.

"Book……"

Tabalf pointed slowly at the book. It wasn't originally called that; its name was quite ordinary, no different from that of any cat or dog.

“Impressive…” In the book Locani showed Him, there was a very impressive person named Seth. He wanted to be as impressive as that person, so He added “Wo” in front of the name, meaning someone even more impressive than the name that followed.

"Do you still remember your childhood dream?" Locani asked again.

Tabarf fell silent.

He was young then, and when he learned that his beloved was a noble princess, he wanted to have her no matter what, and become worthy of her.

Then He succeeded, but unfortunately, power is a curse. Everyone becomes corrupt and degenerate after gaining power. By the time Tabalf realized this, it was too late for Him to turn back.

“Locani…Locani…How could I…”

How did I become like this?

"And...you..."

Why are you here? Aren't you already dead?
Yes, Locani only lived for a short sixty-five years. He should have been buried long ago. I once promised that I would go and accompany him after his death, but in the end I was unable to do so.

“Locani…you…it’s my fault. You came to pick me up. I’m so sorry…”

“Wosette, you’ve done very well. There’s no need to blame yourself anymore. Listen to me, Wosette… Now it’s just the two of us, and no one will bother us anymore.”

Forget about rights, angels, and gods. At this moment, you belong only to me.

"I love you, Worsette."

Listening to his lover's voice, the tears that Tabalf had managed to gather welled up in his eyes.

“They…all say I’m lucky…but I’m not lucky at all…I’m sorry…to you.”

"So you consider yourself a lousy guy, Worsett?"

(End of this chapter)