They all call me an Outer God.

“Swald, you really don’t need to wrap me up so tightly.”

Ria lay on the bed with his eyes open, staring into the countless pupils in the black mist. As his meme level increased, he became less needy and would only sleep when he was extremely tired.

In recent days, the feeling of constantly replenishing and increasing inspiration while fighting against angels has made Lia feel exceptionally happy. He even feels that he can go and fight an angel again, and his bloodlust is growing stronger every day.

"I can not sleep."

"Swald, do you have any good methods for falling asleep quickly?"

The young man waved to the surrounding mist, which hesitated for a moment before quickly forming a tentacle within the black mist. With a "crack," the tentacle pierced the host's head and then twisted wildly, turning his brain into a complete mess.

Then it was surprised to find that Ria was still awake, clearly indicating that the old tricks for falling asleep were no longer working for him.

Looking at Ria, whose head had become an indescribable mess on the bed, Swarth remained silent for a long time. Then he slipped out through the crack in the door. Not long after, he returned with a pale white flute, which he wrapped with his tentacles and handed to Dales.

【＃＊&%&】

The invisible mist emitted a noisy and hoarse sound, and Darius was on the verge of tears: "I really can't play the flute, I play it terribly."

"It's okay, no one here will look down on you."

Lying in bed, Ria gave Darles a thumbs-up: "Let me hear how awful it is."

"Father!"

"I'll do anything for you as long as you don't mind!"

Darius was deeply moved. It extended a tentacle from behind the mask, took the flute, and then put it to its lips and began to play.

"Whoa—"

A sharp, ear-piercing whistle rang out, followed by a series of cracks as all the glass shattered, leaving a deep crack in the floor.

Even someone as strong as Ria stiffened for a moment after the flute was played, and then remained motionless.

Clearly, the sound of a flute can help improve sleep quality and help people fall asleep quickly.

【%&＃！】

The invisible mist spoke again, and Dales felt that it wasn't praising him. He didn't dare to speak, but silently put down his flute, trying to minimize his presence.

In its memory, the solitary god slumbered in a dark temple, surrounded by musicians who played their flutes incessantly to accompany him into his dreams.

Perhaps that person didn't enter my dream because they liked the sound of the flute.

It's highly likely that they were forced into it.

……

It's awful, absolutely awful! How can such an awful sound exist in the world?!

When the meme level is low, there isn't much of a special feeling, but when the meme level is high, the extraordinary pollution and erosion mixed in with the flute music also rise accordingly.

The flute music truly restrained itself; it was practically its natural enemy!
Ria suddenly opened her eyes and found herself in a completely different time and space. She was surrounded by tall buildings and covered in snow. It was clearly the modern world, but it could also be called... the old world.

The air was unusually cold; every breath felt like a lump of ice being stuffed into my nasal cavity.

"I'm back?" Ria looked at his hands and realized that this was his original body. He was wearing a gray coat and a brown scarf. Even when he wasn't working, he liked to wear dark colors.

"No, that's not right. This is still a dream, but it's not my dream."

"The radiant sunrise?" Ria found himself able to pass his hands and body through any object at will. In this dream, no one could see him, but at the same time, Ria could only move within a radius of three hundred meters.

Perhaps the radiant sun is nearby, and I cannot stray too far from it.

Few people were on the roads, and those who were were pale-faced and hurried about, as if they were being chased by something terrifying and invisible to ordinary people.

But these are just illusions for them. Before long, they will collapse from hypothermia and become one of the corpses covered in thick snow.

The sky was an unnatural blood red, with a scarlet celestial body hanging in the sky, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered that it was not the moon.

"...Meteorite!?"

Ria squinted and stared for a moment before realizing that the size of the "celestial body" was gradually increasing over time, and that it might collide with Earth completely in less than a week.

Remembering what Shub had once told him, Riyad immediately realized that these were the last seven days before the end of the "Old Days," and that the end of the world would come soon, and the old humanity would cease to exist.

"Ccrunch! Crunch!"

"We're going to be late!" Behind Ria, he heard new footsteps. He turned around and saw a man in a brown overcoat carrying a camera running towards him, panting. He had a name tag hanging on his chest.

[Bai Wentao, reporter for Hailang Media]

Just as Ria was observing whether the man would stop in front of him, the man walked straight through his body and ran towards a building. Fortunately, the distance was not far, so Ria followed.

They ran all the way up to the sixth floor. Due to the low temperature and some indescribable magnetic field, most of the advanced electronic communication equipment could no longer be used, and even the elevator stopped working. So when Bai Wentao arrived at a door on the sixth floor, he was so tired that he almost collapsed to the ground.

It's obvious that his physical condition isn't very good.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Professor Mu, are you there?"

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

"professor!?"

"No need to knock anymore."

With a creak, the man known as Professor Mu opened the door. His hair was disheveled, and he wore thick glasses. Although he was only around forty years old, he looked like he was in his fifties or sixties.

As he opened the door, a wave of heat rushed out of the room. Bai Wentao craned his neck and saw that the professor was warming himself by the fire inside.

That's right, it was a fire. He turned on all the heating devices and lit a fire in the middle of the living room using waste paper in a basin.

"Come in, but remember to close the door behind you. I can't stand the cold."

Mu Wen poured the reporter a glass of water: "Reporter friend, is there something you need from me?"

"Professor Mu, I've heard that you've been researching methods to alter meteorite orbits by changing the magnetic fields of celestial bodies. I also learned about this project during my graduate studies, and I hope I can assist you."

“Assist me?” Mu Wen suddenly laughed, his face growing increasingly desolate. “But no one agrees with my plan. They all think it’s impossible to change the sun’s magnetic field. As you can see, those people think I have Alzheimer’s and can only stay at home and wait to die.”

"Is it really impossible?"

Bai Wentao didn't drink the tea on the table. Instead, he picked up his video camera and showed Mu Wen the photos he had taken.

Seeing this, Lia quietly moved closer as well. The photo was of the sea.

The first photo shows a turbulent sea that has completely turned into a glacier due to the low temperature.

In the second photo, a hand is placed on the surface of the ice, and cracks appear in the ice centered on that hand.

In the third photo, seawater seeps out from a crack in the ice, and the hand is about a meter above it, yet the water is flowing upwards.

The fourth picture shows a hand making a scissor gesture towards a towering wave.

Upon seeing this, Mu Wen's expression became very strange. He looked at the reporter's face, as if trying to see something from it, while Bai Wentao only showed a slightly embarrassed smile.

He slowly took off his heavy cotton-padded coat, rolled up the sleeves of his sweatshirt, and showed the professor the deep grooves and scales on his arms.

"Professor, pollution has already occurred. In addition to technology, we can also resort to some extraordinary measures."

"Why is there a strange change happening to you too!?"

Mu Wen suddenly grabbed Bai Wentao's hand, his grip so tight it almost crushed the other's: "You're so young, are you going to die too?"

"There's nothing we can do, Professor. In the end, we're all destined to die."

"But there is a way for humans to survive."

The young reporter placed his camera on the table: "Let's work together."

"cooperate?"

"Yes, cooperation! Those people don't recognize the physical ailments that occur when the apocalypse is approaching, but I believe it's a major genetic evolution."

Imagine if cancer patients didn't die; to what extent would their cells evolve? Isn't that a miracle of the life code?

Bai Wentao grotesquely rubbed the scales that had grown on his arm, which resembled fleshy tumors.

"While fighting against the apocalypse, we should also plan for our own future."

People whose bodies have been affected by radiation and have undergone abnormal changes have shown stronger vitality and extraordinary abilities compared to others. I assume that this is the legendary superpower.

"Suppose, I mean suppose, everyone in the world were exposed to this kind of radiation, could we all survive?"

Do you know what you're saying?!

Mu Wen stared at him with an unfriendly expression: "If you came to me just to talk about these things, then get out of my house, you madman."

"Why not accept it!" Bai Wentao suddenly slammed his hand on the table.

"Professor Ming, you have also been infected by radiation, otherwise they would not have kicked you out of the laboratory."

Ah... I heard all of this from my graduate advisor. After all, we had a pretty good relationship and kept in touch even after graduation. He told me to be careful to avoid contact with people who have abnormal physical symptoms, including you.

But Professor, I volunteered to be exposed to radiation, and I know your abilities should not be wasted in any way.

Bai Wentao smiled and said, "After all, very few people have the ability to influence the sun. Although the price is extreme cold, I think you should cooperate with me. This is all for the common destiny of all mankind in the future."

“Professor Mu, I have even found some people abroad who have suffered from radiation contamination just like us. Among them are doctors who control diseases and women who bring death... They are all highly skilled people who are willing to dedicate themselves to the great cause of humanity.”

Mu Wen stared at him coldly, as if he wanted to bore a hole through the man's face.

“I’ve heard about you from my colleague, who is also your graduate advisor.”

Bai Wentao smiled: "So what's his opinion of me?"

"He said you're not suited for scientific research. You're a pervert who can laugh as he dissects rotting human bodies and secretly cuts open his own stomach in the middle of the night to observe before stitching it up."

"How did he find out about this? I remember my reason was that I didn't hold the knife properly when I cut it."

"You shouldn't treat everyone like an idiot. It's your own fault for not getting a PhD. Get out of here. I'd rather stay here and get carbon monoxide poisoning from the fire."

Bai Wentao asked incredulously, "Do you really think that we can solve disasters with our limited technological means?"

"It's much more reliable than those insignificant superpowers. At least it won't suddenly become extremely out of control at some point and then bite people indiscriminately like a wild beast."

Mu Wen stood up and looked at the man in front of him, whose eyes had suddenly turned into sharp, shark-like pupils and whose three pairs of gills were constantly opening and closing.

“You’re not human anymore. If the pollution gets any worse, you’ll become a disaster for humanity, just like a meteorite. You might as well find a place to lock yourself up while you’re still lucid.”

"I'm saying this one last time, go now, don't force me to lay a hand on you."

He walked to the door and reopened it, but Bai Wentao did not move. When Mu Wen looked at him in confusion, he found that the man had sharp teeth all over his mouth and his mouth was wide open to the back of his ears as he attacked him ferociously.

Mu Wen made no move, but his gaze casually shifted to Liya, who was startled, thinking that he was looking at her.

But that look seemed to be just an illusion. The professor simply reached out and effortlessly grabbed Bai Wentao by the neck, then threw him out like trash.

"boom!"

He closed the door again, went to the fire, and added scraps of paper to it. The papers were covered with suns drawn with mosquito coil patterns.

Lia stood beside this man, staring at him for a long time, and suddenly realized that he was very likely the Radiant Sun of the past.

Considering that the Radiant Sun and the Abyss have never gotten along, could that reporter just now be the Abyss itself?!

"They were actually in this kind of relationship...?"

Riamo stroked his chin, lost in thought.

For the next seven days, Professor Mu Wen continued to squat in the room by the fire, but the temperature kept dropping and he became increasingly afraid of the cold. He often had to put his hands completely into the fire to get some warmth.

Then, the flame could no longer burn in the absolute zero environment. Professor Muwen curled up in layers of blankets, shivering. Thick frost covered the blankets and the walls.

He watched the television, his voice trembling, as news reports showed that humanity had invented weapons powerful enough to influence meteorites and had successfully deflected them from their original paths.

This was good news, but the TV lost power halfway through the news broadcast, and the backup power supply also failed.

With the world experiencing a power outage, Mu Wen believed it was caused by excessively low temperatures, and he stayed under the covers for a long time, pondering the situation.

Good news should be shared with everyone so that people no longer need to panic. Since the power is out, people can only spread the word.

He has to tell people—

We are about to win! Just hold on a little longer, we won't die, everyone will live.

(End of this chapter)