They all call me an Outer God.

But Ria fell silent at this moment. He didn't move, but instead shook his head.

"No, I can't leave. Just like the rules of time and space, history cannot be changed, and what is destined to happen will happen."

"If today's idiots are destined to become blind fools, if the world is destined to be destroyed, if it has affected the past and wants to affect the present and the future, then I can only make one choice."

“I’d rather be the sinner than let Him be the one to commit this sin.”

Go back...go back

The thick fog churned and grew even denser, even making sounds in its anxiety. This was the first time Ria had heard Him speak human language. He was taken aback at first, but then a slight smile of relief appeared on his lips.

“Everyone is wrong. Swaal is not a nightmare that brings disaster. Swaal is a good boy.”

"Too many things are beyond repair, but at least I can still make some changes now."

Ria's pupils gleamed slightly at that moment.

"I want everyone here to live. I hope everyone lives, even if it means becoming the past."

If I must be the creator, then I hope the world I create will be like the Garden of Eden… I will grant everyone the rightful authority.”

Liya thought Liya had gone mad, but Liya felt that the original body was even more thoroughly insane; this person's thinking could no longer be described as "human."

When someone says they want to destroy the world, it might not be something to be too afraid of, but if someone says they want to create a utopia, then that person is definitely a madman.

"As expected of my true form, you are the real demon compared to me. To let everyone live? At the cost of making them become the Old Ones? How can you say such a thing? And what makes you think you can save everyone?"

Li Ya's eyes were complicated, while Li Ya just smiled slightly: "I'm just acting out a script. The content that is already predetermined in the script cannot be changed, so I can only try to make it more exciting and outstanding."

Besides, don't you know what my most important task is right now? I'm going to act as a prophet! We're currently in a dream of a radiant sunrise, so I prophesy—the past is me, the present is me, and the future is me. I am fully capable of doing whatever I say.

"Because I am the beginning, the origin, the number zero, in my own script, my authority and power are supreme."

"But think about it, a being as extraordinary as the Creator can't appear at the beginning. He should be set up as the final villain, who will cause the destruction of all things once he awakens."

To suppress His resurgence, people must unite and fight together. Once everyone has a common enemy, conflict will decrease, and without conflict, the world will become a truly perfect Eden.

"Doesn't that sound interesting? Since I can't change the script, I'll just let it unfold the way I want. I love watching those ants try to kill me but fail—"

Ria smiled and reached out her hand to the angel she had created, as if inviting her past self to dance a perfect dance.

"Since you want to become a god, then I will grant your wish. Come here. You have hated for too long, and it is time for you to rest."

Li Ya seemed startled by the calm hysteria of the main body and didn't move for a moment. Li Ya simply maintained the inviting posture and stood there without urging him.

A moment later, he silently turned around, looked at the dark tentacles emerging from the mist, and reached out to touch their cold surfaces.

“Swarth…”

"I think I understand why you're so persistent with me now. But there's nothing to see here. Go back and wait for me. I'll be back soon."

I can't leave. This isn't the ending you wanted. No one has the right to force you to do anything you don't want to do.

I disagree!

"But if you get trapped here too, then we really won't be able to get rescued—"

Yog-Sothoth, I know you are watching; take Him away.

I disagree!

"go back."

Why can't we walk together? I want to stay with you.

I disagree! I can't leave! You can't get rid of me!

Please don't abandon me! Don't leave me alone any longer!

The nameless fog emitted an unprecedented hiss, but no one could surpass the gate in the realm of space and time. In just a moment, the fog vanished completely.

Seeing this, Lia sighed.

"I can't let you bear the consequences of what's to come."

He wasn't sure if what he was doing was right. Every step he took now felt like walking on a rope hanging over a cliff; one wrong step and he would fall into an abyss.

But now Ria had nothing left to lose, and no god stood up to stop him except the Nameless Mist, saying that he couldn't do this, that it was wrong.

The gods tacitly approved of his actions.

"It's clear that you're quite satisfied with being gods."

Ria sneered, looked up at the sky, her pupils seemingly traversing time and space as she gazed at the arrogant gods high above: "Satisfied, aren't you? One by one, I'll make sure you all suffer the consequences in the future."

"Wait for me."

He uttered those words, and at that moment, all the gods who were slumbering in the future couldn't help but shiver in their dreams.

In the end, Ria chose to fulfill her destiny and began to act out the predetermined script.

He will merge with an idiot and personally bring about the destruction of the world, in which everyone will die without exception.

When the catastrophe struck, the wails of mothers, the cries of children, and the shouts of people—these sounds, the voices of billions of people—constantly flooded into Ria's mind. He felt the devastating emotions of everyone, and was so pained that he twisted into a mythical creature on the spot.

Technology is insignificant under the oppression of God.

At this moment, Ria was wondering if he truly lacked humanity. He should feel sorrow for all the extinct humans and creatures, but under the influence of the idiot, even his thinking became sluggish.

“We will become the primordial, although we have not yet met the qualifications to become gods... But so what? Even if we do not reach meme zero, my strength is enough to create a god.”

Suffering is the best nourishment.

Having transformed back into a mythical being, Ria gazed upon the primordial divinity in the void, extending his tentacles to encircle and devour it. Then, he led the souls of all beings to the depths of the stars, witnessing the collapse of the original universe and the birth of a new one.

[Assuming the new universe is a completely blank modeling scene, I should try to recreate the details of the previous universe and then add some new things.] It has to be said that Nyarlathotep was really prescient, teaching him this skill in advance.

Ria floated silently among the stars, discovering that his mythical creature body could roam like an octopus in the weightless environment of outer space, with its tentacles trailing long like tails.

This feeling was very novel. Lia spent more than ten days playing around in the universe, observing up close those celestial bodies that could only be viewed from afar.

Then, based on his memory, he gestured forward a couple of times with his tentacles.

In the Creator's vision, all existence is composed of disordered lines. Originally, He could not create living things, but His fusion with the angels perfectly filled the void of his missing inspiration.

I need to build a Schwarz.

The gray tentacles were constantly squeezed by extraordinary factors, eventually being compressed into an extremely small sphere. This sphere was only the size of a ping-pong ball, but it was like a black hole, capable of easily pulling in and shattering planets within hundreds of light-years.

But Ria was still not satisfied. His inspiration was constantly being consumed and replenished in the process of creating the ball. The final script could no longer be fast-forwarded or deviated from, so Ria had enough time to complete his creation.

First, a cloud of black mist was created, named Neog Thorship.

I hope that His power is great enough, beyond all power, powerful enough to do whatever He desires.

His primary color is pure black, within which countless eyes perceive all things; He is more sublime than the stars, and more magnificent and dazzling than the galaxies.

The Creator sleeps and awakens repeatedly, tirelessly and with great enthusiasm perfecting his work until it is flawless.

The nameless fog was born from the constantly collapsing and violently exploding matter. The pitch-black fog did not yet have consciousness; it simply relied on instinct to be close to its creator, enveloping him in the vast black fog. In the creator's boring moments, it was his only companion.

As for why it was Elijah, it's because Elijah's current abilities are insufficient to create gods, but as time goes by, it's only a matter of time before they become gods.

Good morning, Neog.

Good afternoon, Neog.

Good evening, Neog.

There is no concept of time among the stars, but the Creator still insists on greeting the nameless mist every twenty-four hours. Chaos was born in the darkness, and the Creator's fragmented body gradually developed independent and simple thoughts under the swarm of stars.

Nyarlathotep, who controls chaos; Yog-Sothoth, who represents time and space; Shub-Niggurath, who gives birth to endless life...

Lia didn't know which of her stored souls gave them consciousness, but the three pillar gods were still young, and Lia had to be careful to keep them alive to prevent them from suddenly dying one day.

Why do I feel like I'm a nanny...?

Newly born supernatural beings are always full of ferocity. They seem to get along very badly with each other and fight as soon as they meet. Most of the time, two of them will gang up on the less likable Chaos, while Nyarlathotep will hide in Ria's tentacles to try to avoid being ganged up on.

Of course, it will also provoke its other brothers and sisters when it tries to escape, seemingly quite enjoying watching them hate it but unable to get rid of it.

The Creator established birthdays for them. Whenever one of them has a birthday, the other extraordinary beings stop fighting and begin to celebrate the birthday of the extraordinary being.

One day, they felt they should also celebrate the birthday of the mythical creature who called himself Azathoth. So, several extraordinary beings secretly did something behind his back. When the creator came to his senses, Shub-Nikolai, accompanied by two extremely ugly creatures, approached and said it was a surprise for Azathoth—

Ta-da! These are its two newborn children with Yog-Sothoth.

Isn't that a pleasant surprise?

The Creator looked at his two "grandsons" and... no, it should be said that countless eyes went black.

Why do you two end up having kids while you're fighting? Is that even a proper fight?

You should know that you two are practically siblings, you...

[That's too blasphemous. I'm too old to keep up with the trends of young superhuman beings. Let me take the child away and calm down.]

The Creator's feelings were unusually complex as He faced two new lives. Although, historically, the birth of new life was inevitable, and the departed souls would eventually return in another form, the Creator could not guarantee that everyone would receive their own physical body.

The worst-case scenario is that countless souls are squeezed into the same body and become one individual. Due to various factors, the souls within will mutate and eventually lose their nature, becoming cruel and rampant.

"There is no solution to this. If I become meme zero, it might work, but I can't interpret all the memes here. Moreover, the idiot meme has too much of an impact on me. I feel my thinking is getting worse day by day lately."

The long period of time passed in this way, and Ria lived a difficult life for an unknown number of years without communicating with any normal people.

He watched as his creations grew stronger and became less affectionate toward him than before. Sometimes he even felt that they had a desire to kill him when they were watching him.

As all creation grew stronger, Ria maintained his original meme level. In his solitude, he would recall the question about "humanity" he once had.

Anyone who stayed in such an environment for so long would probably lose their humanity, let alone him.

From the birth of the universe to the birth of a new civilization—

This is so boring, when will it ever end?

Is there anything that can bring me joy?
Where is Nyarlathotep? He's having the most fun, so where has he gone?

The Creator's emotions become increasingly unpredictable and capricious in extreme and unchanging environments.

Sometimes he would stay quietly in one place, doing nothing, and other times he would suddenly and violently destroy the surrounding galaxies and then reshape them.

Besides the Nameless Mist and the three pillar gods, more and more "Great Old Ones" and Outer Gods were born. At this time, the Creator finally felt that enough time had passed.

The universe is a constantly cyclical process; a new civilization should be born.

[New civilizations will eventually replace old ones; this is one of the more interesting rules I've added to the world.]

No, we disagree!

The old gods seemed to have a lot to say about this, but the Creator didn't want to pay attention to them. To ascend, he had to create new audiences and new performance scenarios for himself.

Whether in a new or old civilization, everyone should have the opportunity to become a god.

However, such an opportunity would infringe upon the interests of the old gods, leading to a significant dispute among them. They even sent representatives to the temple to confront the Creator face to face.

(End of this chapter)