They all call me an Outer God.

At that moment, Locani's gaze toward Tabalf suddenly flashed with an extreme darkness of madness and malice, but Tabalf seemed completely oblivious.

As if in a final burst of energy, His eyes gradually brightened, and He began to reminisce: "Yes... Locani, I'm an unlucky fellow."

"Although I have been rich and powerful since childhood, although I am handsome, talented and fluent in three languages ​​and all the school courses, although I have such a beautiful and high-status childhood sweetheart, although I am admired by millions of people, I am still unhappy."

"Everyone says I'm lucky, but only I know that this isn't what I wanted. If the price of my luck is losing you, I'd rather not have this luck at all."

With a wry smile, Tabalf reached out his withered hand and tried to touch his lover's face.

"Let all that go. I no longer need to worry about the orders of the chief meme, nor do I need to worry about the shadow of the old king. I am content as long as I can be with you in my final moments..."

"Only by your side is my final destination, my queen."

He smiled as he watched the beauty gently lean down and touch his hand with her soft face.

Then, in His presence, He transformed into the image of the old King, who haunted His nightmares, filled with boundless hatred but ultimately succumbed to more fear than loathing.

It was a dark, noble, and elegant face, with eyes like those of a lion leading its pack.

Those were the monarchs of the Barkley dynasty, a myth engraved in history books and forbidden texts, spanning five generations of pharaohs.

That was... the Black Pharaoh.

"Really?" the Black Pharaoh suddenly spoke, his voice low and husky yet full of charm, even carrying a deliberately created bubbly tone.

In an instant, Tabarf felt the hairs on his body stand on end. If he still had hair, he could only admit that he was terrified at that moment, and terrified like never before.

It is different from the feeling of being polluted and eroded, and it is also different from the feeling of encountering higher-dimensional beings. This is the purest self-defense instinct of living beings.

Before he even realized what he had done, Tabalf's body seemed to suddenly regain its vitality and lurched to the side, nearly falling apart due to exhaustion.

"You...you—you you you you you you!"

Tabarf trembled all over, pointing at the Black Pharaoh and stammering incoherently, "Where did you hide Locani?"

"You two are still worried about that person even though I'm still here. It seems you really are in love."

The Black Pharaoh smiled slightly, and half of his face changed for a moment. The moment he saw that face, Tabarf was stunned.

Those who can become angels aren't fools, and given his understanding of these incarnations, Tabarf's eyes instantly turned red: "Was that Locani just now you in disguise?!"

“You’re only half right. In fact, all the Locanies you’ve seen are imposters. The real princess was sent to another country by me shortly after birth.”

When these things are mentioned, Black Pharaoh becomes very talkative, as if introducing his masterpiece.

He enthusiastically described to the angel before him his duties as a qualified incarnation, including how, after becoming the fifth Pharaoh, he found being a monarch too boring, and then deliberately incited the reactionaries to defeat and dismember him.

In the days that followed, he and his many alter egos continued to participate in all aspects of Barkley's historical process.

He might be a construction worker, a bricklayer, or a blacksmith.

Doctors, teachers, soldiers, guards, maids, disabled elderly people, playing children, cats, dogs, birds, lizards, eagles—anyone and anything could be Him, and He would be present in any place full of fun.

The world is like a game of a thousand-faced god, and all living beings are his toys.

"In modern times, I learned from a prophet that Barkley was going to give birth to a very extraordinary person, who would most likely become a new king."

“I am very interested, and at the same time I am thinking about how exhilarating it would be if I could help this king step by step to the highest point, and then push him down with my own hands, and what a delicious delicacy the chaos would bring.”

"So, after thinking it over for a long time, I abandoned my previous identity, stole the princess from the palace, and then took her place."

"From now on, my name is Locani Hilda Tabalf."

"And also the one you think about day and night—your lover."

"No, shut up! Shut up!"

Halfway through the conversation, Tabalf covered his head, unwilling to hear anything more from the person in front of him. He couldn't believe that the anchor that had always supported him was fake, that the person he loved most was deceiving him, and that this person had always been the one he feared most in disguise.

What has He gone through all these years?!

Thinking back on everything he had experienced with Locani, Tabalf felt his vision go black and his body throb with excruciating pain: "I don't believe it! I don't believe it!!! You're lying to me!"

"What don't you believe? You pathetic child..."

The Black Pharaoh appeared to be lamenting his loss, but in reality, the joy in his pupils was burning uncontrollably.

"Your primary muse is the Lucky One. The Lucky Ones are indeed a group of people with extraordinary luck, but once someone genuinely feels that they are unlucky, and then subconsciously makes them think so themselves, destroying a Lucky One is incredibly easy."

"So, Worsett, do you still consider yourself a lucky person?"

Tabarf's hands were almost crushed by his grip, and his eyes were incredibly dark: "Don't be so smug. If you kill me, the one behind me won't let you off the hook."

"You won't let me go?" The Black Pharaoh seemed to have heard something amusing.

"Let's not even discuss whether He has the right to do so; even if He does, He wouldn't know about your death."

As He spoke, He waved His hand, and a “person” that looked exactly like Him appeared in front of Tabalf. Moreover, this thing could mimic all of His movements.

Tabalf glared at it, and it glared back at Tabalf.

He had already recognized it; this was the same creature that had fought him to a standstill not long ago.

"You want to replace me with this thing? Do you think beings in higher dimensions are fools?"

"He could be." The Black Pharaoh said succinctly. He looked Tabalf up and down, then suddenly seemed to realize something and chuckled.

Do you know why I'm so convinced it can replace you?

"Why would you trust something made by a tiny meme II?"

"Little thing... Hahahaha, little thing, do you think the Hephaestus and his ilk once ravaged Barkley, but then suddenly disappeared in large numbers from Barkley after a while?"

The Black Pharaoh stepped forward: "The Shagai demons summoned an evil and dark being on the royal tomb, and they succeeded. That being has already extended its tentacles from the door. It was only by sacrificing most of the Hephaestus of Barkley that the calamity was quelled."

What do you mean by saying all this now?

"The little thing you just mentioned survived countless battles with souls, including that creature, and took its place. In case you die without knowing why, and also for the sake of our years of friendship, I'm reminding you of this."

The person you want to kill, the person you despise, is the primordial incarnation bearing divine authority, and also the creator of my true form.

"He can't kill you right now simply because he hasn't awakened yet; he's currently just a consciousness. But if you kill him, the consequences might be different."

"Now that we know his identity, can you guess whether his creation can be so realistic as to be indistinguishable from the real thing?"

With each word the Black Pharaoh spoke, Tabarf's body grew colder, and all the arrogance he had accumulated over time crumbled at that moment.

"If nothing unexpected happens, you will be my next identity."

"Goodbye, dear Worsett, the unluckiest of the unluckiest—it's truly tragic, your life is a joke, nobody loves you!"

Murder and kill!
The dark-skinned monarch raised his sword at the current monarch.

"Crack!"

The head fell to the ground, and a meme card with a gray back fell out. The front of the meme card depicted a child laughing very happily.

"Yuan Chu asked me to pass on a message to you: there is no hurdle in life that cannot be overcome, but since you are already dead, there is no such thing as life for you."

The Black Pharaoh reached out to the meme card on the ground, and the meme card floated into his hand automatically. He put the meme card away without hesitation, and his body became more and more transparent until he floated into the replica created by Ria and completely merged into it.

A new Sand King has been born.

All that remains of the former king is a handful of resentful, silent yellow sand.

The victor is king, the loser is villain; that's just how it should be.

The newborn Tabalf stood still and stretched his limbs. After he had gotten used to it, he recited the prayer of his Lord Meme, telling Him that his actions had been greatly hindered and that he had even lost the Death Seal.

The other side seemed quite puzzled and angry. Tabarf shook his head: "The opponent is those incarnations of the Chaos, and they have returned."

This statement is not a lie.

Then silence fell again on the other side. Tabalf waited patiently for a long time and found that the Lord Mein had interrupted His prayer ceremony.

"How rude! But luckily I got away with it."

"I'm so lucky."

……

Time flies, and half a month has passed in a flash.

Within the past two weeks, Tabarf returned to His throne, dismissed the original priests, and materialized the thirteen angels as His new priests, who continued to collect the faith of the people.

Ria was allowed to come and go from the palace at will. Tabarf told him to treat the place as his own home and do whatever he wanted. He also said that if Ria ever wanted to usurp the throne, Tabarf would support him unconditionally and then give up the position unconditionally.

However, Ria found being a monarch too boring and rejected the proposal. In his spare time, he summoned all the ascetics in the kingdom and asked them to transfer their ascetic power to the true radiant sun.

Many of them were extremely devout believers, and they refused to change their minds no matter what Ria said. They even threatened to jump off a high place if Ria continued to pressure them.

So Riyad threw several radicals who had strapped gunpowder to their bodies and threatened to bomb the heretics off a cliff in front of everyone. After that, no one else objected. It seems that their so-called piety was nothing more than that.

Then, everyone began their arduous practice.

They might raise their arms overhead, insist on standing on one tiptoe, eat only vegetarian food their entire lives, or eat only beef their entire lives—the variety of ascetic practices is dazzling.

These actions seemed ridiculous at first glance, but Ria genuinely felt an amazing energy in them.

This method seems feasible!
The key now is how to use this energy to reach the location of the radiant sunrise.

Does this mean I also have to undergo ascetic practices?
Lia silently pondered a suitable method of asceticism for himself. Should he also raise his hands above his head and challenge himself to abstain from meat for the rest of his life, or eat only meat?
For this question, Ria, who was always willing to ask, even went to consult Tabarf, who sat on his throne with a lazy smile and said, "Just do what you do best."

"What I'm best at?"

Lia thought about many things she was good at, such as economics, trading, and memorizing the last 53,728 digits of pi.

Too much is not good; he didn't look at any more.

Upon hearing his answer, Tabalf rose from his throne and walked step by step toward Ria, then pointed to his eyes and told him the answer.

"sleep."

"..."

Ria's expression was strange: "Sleep?"

“You are the original consciousness, and you cannot imagine how much time He spent sleeping during His existence. Moreover, dreams are also a channel to another dimension. I believe that using this method to find the Radiant Sun is the safest approach.”

Tabalf continued, “There are countless dream worlds. Logically speaking, the probability of one sleeping person meeting another sleeping person in a dream is not zero.”

The dream world is never stable. Apart from special spaces like the Illusionary Dream Realm, most other dream worlds last for less than a day.

It might not even last a single night.

Therefore, you must pay extra attention to your physical condition before you go. Find the Radiant Sun before you awaken and tell it your purpose. Otherwise, if you arouse the alarm of the Calamity Star, it will be very difficult for us to detect the Radiant Sun's consciousness fluctuations next time.

“I understand.” Ria nodded, and then saw the person in front of her seem to breathe a sigh of relief.

"That's good. Your body can't sleep for too long, and wanting to sleep for millions of years is a pipe dream... Let's finish this quickly."

Tabalf led Ria to a spotless bedroom, where everything was neat and orderly, even the bed looked like a brand new and expensive silk product.

"This is the room where you've been practicing asceticism. How does it feel?"

"This doesn't seem like much of a rigorous training..."

Ria gave a helpless laugh. After Tabalf left, he walked to the expensive bed, reached out and felt its soft texture, and then lay down on it.

The dark mist emerged from the shadows all around, slowly closing in on the youth, almost enveloping him in a giant black cocoon.

(End of this chapter)