They all call me an Outer God.

I'll show you the horrific things foolish creatures can do once they firmly believe they possess wisdom.

The corners of the smiling face spread wider and wider.

"While they're all away, I'll help you become an idiot."

As he spoke, the scarlet lines eagerly wrapped around Ria's ankles, spreading upwards along his legs, and in a short while, they reached Ria's knees.

Ria's eyes narrowed, and in an instant, he cleaved his hand into a knife shape and slashed down hard at his own leg. The severed half of his leg fell to the ground with a "thud," then transformed into gray-black tentacles, breaking free of the silk threads and returning to his body.

The red lines seemed to anticipate his attempt to escape, frantically wrapping around him from all directions. Upon seeing this, Ria's eyes darkened, and he reached out and tore open a door in mid-air before slipping inside.

He was incredibly fast, disappearing without a trace in an instant, leaving only those scarlet lines raging in the same spot.

[Script O, to be continued]

Ria had already entered the time rift using the power of the door. After closing the door, he planned to return to the future. But at that moment, countless doors suddenly appeared in that space, and countless hands or tentacles reached out from them.

"I almost forgot, I'm the one who knows myself best..."

We can't go back yet. The mistakes that have happened here are already outrageous. Once Ria returns to the future, who knows what "they" might do to it.

Thinking this, Ria tore open another rift, entering the new script before being touched by those limbs.

[Script #? ■%]

From the very beginning of Script O, that idiotic angel used sacrifices and a precise understanding of Ria's desires to lock onto him, gradually eroding the curse he had set up in the future.

People always forget their roots. For example, Ria's current thought is that the first thing she will do after becoming an angel in the future is to get rid of her idiocy.

This person absolutely cannot be allowed to live.

Everything he does in the future cannot be without reason, and an idiot can never be as harmless as he claims.

In the idiot angel's own description, He is a pitiful victim who was abandoned at birth, while Ria is portrayed as a completely vicious perpetrator.

But the matter remains highly suspicious, and Ria does not believe that it was not orchestrated by some instigators.

"Right now, besides healing Sodris's inner wounds, I also have to deal with the trouble caused by the idiot. I'm incredibly busy... To put it another way, can't they really pay me more?"

Ria asked the Void a question, but the Void naturally did not respond to him. Ria was not discouraged by the lack of an answer. He always adhered to the personality of taking the salary himself if no one paid him, and he took back all the profits that he deserved and did not deserve.

The air grew colder and colder. Ria looked up and saw the familiar meteorite, which appeared very close to the sun, like a black star in the daytime.

Such a distance is naturally a misalignment caused by visual error, but it is undeniable that Ria has returned to the timeline when the meteorite was about to hit the Earth. Under the deliberate pollution catalyzed by the idiot, traces of superhumans have already appeared on Earth.

The air is getting colder and colder.

"Click."

The moment Ria left his footprints in the snow, a chill ran down his spine. In an instant, without turning his head, the young man instinctively dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the sharp scythe.

"Boom!"

The sickle was stuck directly into the snow.

At the same time, Ria looked at herself, or rather, the idiot.

He used his former body, his eyes filled with a frenzied and desperate killing intent.

He was able to lock onto Ria the moment he appeared, which shows that the idiot's method of using supernatural creatures as sacrifices to break the curse was indeed very effective.

"You attacked me with a sickle the moment we met, do you hate me that much?!"

Ria took a step back and tapped her neck with her index finger: "Next time, aim for here."

"boom!"

Before he could finish speaking, the enormous scythe flew towards him again. Ria raised his head slightly, and a clear line of blood appeared on his neck.

The next second, his head slid off his neck and was caught by tentacles in the shadows, while countless tentacles sprouted from the broken neck of the young man and attacked the target.

Ria's level is only meme two, but she already has ample experience in fighting against angels.

Lesson 1: Don't get bogged down in battle; never confront an angel head-on.

Lia smiled slightly, and taking advantage of the moment when her opponent was entangled by the tentacles, she reached out again, intending to tear through space and time.

Lesson Two: Don't try to fight an angel alone.

He had already stepped halfway into the portal of time and space, and was just a little bit away from completely escaping, but at this moment, he seemed to be repelled by time and space and could not make any further progress.

Looking back, it turned out that the idiot had tampered with spacetime. He had set up a barrier to seal off the spacetime of this area, and his angelic aura erupted instantly, rendering Ria unable to move and leaving her helpless and at his mercy.

It seems He already knows what Ria will do, so He can only use a third kind of experience.

Tip 3: You can try to escape, but if you find you can't outrun them, call for backup immediately.

In general, shouting "Swaal!" can resolve such crises. If there's no response, try another method of calling out—

Ria took a deep breath.

"Naog!!!!!"

The idiot's eyes widened instantly.

The moment the name was uttered, time and space seemed to freeze, and then a thick fog rose in the air.

Within those mists, it seemed as if billions of creatures were whispering among themselves, or as if trillions of eyes, like stars, were watching the prey that had strayed into the mist.

A portion of the nameless fog descended.

The restrictions and spacetime barriers that had been suppressing her vanished instantly. Ria didn't dare linger and took advantage of the idiot's momentary shock to tear through spacetime again and escape.

The idiot's face was gloomy as he watched his target vanish. He glared at the thick fog around him, meeting the gazes of billions of eyes within without flinching: "Why do you never obey my commands, but instead listen to his?"

"We are clearly one individual!"

The murky fog had no desire to interact with Him, and it vanished swiftly the moment Ria disappeared.

But what Ria didn't know was that the Nameless Mist's avatars descended over a vast area; not only he and the Idiot witnessed its form, but these dense fogs were also seen by people all over the world.

Those with less spiritual insight can only see the thick fog, while those with sufficiently high spiritual insight claim to see countless eyes in the fog, and these eyes, along with the arrival of the fog itself, are omens of disaster.

They proclaimed that the end of the world was imminent, but this claim has not yet become widespread.

But soon, it will happen. Ria discovered that the idiot's obsession with himself was truly terrifying.

He had torn through countless dimensions of time and space, and each time he landed, that familiar figure would appear one after another, making Ria feel a sense of resistance to her former face.

The tenth time, the twentieth time, the thirtieth time...

Upon landing once again, she witnessed the scythe swinging towards her, and for the first time, Ria fell silent.

"That damn idiot is still chasing me."

He can't afford to deal with Sodris's problem now; if he doesn't deal with the idiot first, he'll be the one who gets dealt with.

Before confronting the evidence that angels are man-made, Ria needs to consider one question first.

Can the primordial angels truly be called artificial?

Those angels, let alone ordinary artificial angels, would be more than capable of killing even the real angels.

"It's not a good thing to feel like you're too capable for the first time."

Lia gave a bitter smile. He realized that the timeline he was in seemed to be after Mu Wen's death, when there were no more meteorites in the sky and the temperature had returned to normal.

The snow on the ground has melted, the streets have been cleaned up, and the sunlight shines warmly on people, showing no signs of the impending destruction of this planet.

"What a peaceful morning."

The idiot noticed that Ria and He were fighting somewhat absentmindedly, so he also shifted his gaze.

He exclaimed, "No wonder it's the sun that Professor Mu gave his life for; it feels so different when you're basking in it."

"Do you want to die?" Ria's shadow became more and more distorted, but the idiot was unmoved this time. On the contrary, he did not attack Ria again, but casually sat down in the middle of a nearby public bench.

"I'm a little tired, I'll take a break halfway. You can leave if you want, I'll never chase after you and chop you up again."

His actions did not lower Leah's guard; on the contrary, they made her even more suspicious.

"What do you want to do again?"

"How can you be so sure I'm up to something? Do you really think I'm that kind of person?"

“Isn’t that so?” Ria narrowed his eyes, carefully observing the person in front of him. If the other party made any unusual move, Ria would immediately order Neog to take action.

But the idiot was surprisingly quiet. After a moment, he closed his eyes and said, "Okay, you know me best. This is the last script. Thinking about it, I'm actually quite reluctant to part with it."

"why?"

"I'm going offline after this performance."

He spoke softly, as if recounting someone else's destiny. Upon hearing this, Ria finally asked the question that had been lurking in her heart for so long: "What exactly happened in the future? Who is instigating you to be my enemy?"

"..." The idiot opened his eyes and looked at Ria, and said something incoherent.

"What did you say?"

"I am answering your question; the answer is Azathoth."

"Are you kidding me?"

Seeing that Ria still seemed somewhat skeptical, He reached out and touched his heart: "By now you should have figured it out."

In the story told by Shub Nicholas, there exists a creator who, born from the destruction of humanity, created the Nameless Mist, the Three Pillars, and from the Three Pillars, everything else arose—

One begets two, two begets three, three begets all things.

In this era, the extraordinary do not exist; they, including extraordinary beings, all originate from the future. So the question arises… who do you think, among all of us, will become the primordial creator?

At this point, Li Ya suddenly stood up and strode quickly toward Liya, his pride evident in his expression.

"Of course it's me! In this old era, I will be the only king, and it's all your fault. If you hadn't abandoned me and cast me back to the old days, none of this would have happened!"

"You created the end times, you destroyed the old days, you are the sinner of the times, you are extremely wicked, you want to make amends but in the end you can't make amends."

Li Ya's expression grew increasingly hysterical, as if she were mocking him, or perhaps it was a breakdown and venting of endless self-blame: "What right do you have to want to change everything! What right do you have to save the radiant sun? What qualifications do you have to save Him? You're an idiot!"

"But those things are irrelevant now, my dear original body. Do you know why this place is called the last script?"

Assuming the residual extraordinary energy in each script can be converted into a program, then in the final program we will link all the extraordinary factors—I will become a god!

At the cost of all life in the universe, and at the cost of transforming himself into the rules, Li Ya, filled with boundless hatred, laughed with unbridled abandon.

“I hate you, I hate that you abandoned me, I hate myself for being so incompetent, I hate myself for being so powerless that I can only be manipulated by those gods.”

But things are different now. The calamity star has given me a chance. I can completely absorb you here and make you my true self, and then go to the future to destroy everything!
Hahahaha, the past is mine, the present is mine, and the future is mine!

Ria realized that the other person had gone mad, or rather, that this person had been mad for a long time. He sensed that mist was gradually spreading around him, the earth was beginning to tremble, and a huge eye appeared in the sky.

That was the original divine essence—

No wonder this person's behavior was so abnormal just now, and no wonder Ria didn't discover the real reason for the world's collapse in the first few scenarios.

Because the culprit behind the collapse is the angel created by my future self, and now He wants to ascend to meme zero through meme zero, becoming blind and foolish.

In an instant, it felt as if an electric current had passed through Ria's brain, connecting many things that made sense and things that didn't.

He suddenly understood why, out of so many souls fighting, he was the one who survived and took the lead, and he also understood why Nyarlathotep had taken him away in the first place.

"I see, I see... So that's how it is, this is the process of the primordial birth."

"I understand."

He understood; he got it.

How absurd, pathetic, and laughable!

Ria had no intention of trying to reason with the idiot at this point; he was completely irrational, and becoming the primordial being was His only goal.

An invisible mist surrounded Ria, its color almost turning pitch black.

Billions of eyes were fixed on him. Ria understood their meaning; they sensed something was wrong and wanted to take him away.

(End of this chapter)