They all call me an Outer God.

Judging from the words, they seem to think that Ria had overstepped his bounds and interfered too much. In the eyes of the gods, the Creator's sins were grave, and his infinite power and authority could only be considered as compensation he gave to the old gods.

But now he wants to share these things with the new humans, and no one will agree to that.

"Azathoth, you have set too many rules. No one wants to live in your shadow forever. We need human rights and freedom! We need equality!"

"To be honest, it would be better to return the power to the gods and give us the strength instead of letting you wield it."

"An arrogant and willful ruler is of no use to us; slumber is your best option!"

Am I asleep?

Outside the supreme temple, the Creator, in human form, gazed indifferently at the gods who came to attack him. Beside him was a humanoid creature draped in a black cloak, but with only golden eyes amidst the black mist—Neogrim.

"Who brainwashed you all to amuse me today? Nyarlathotep?"

The Creator smiled, with boundless indulgence, as if he were merely mentioning his own lively and active child: "He's so mischievous, always finding something interesting for me when I'm bored."

"Stop talking nonsense, Nyarlathotep has already been killed by us."

"Dead again?"

"What do you mean by 'died again'?"

"It's nothing, the most important thing is that he's alright."

The Creator spoke calmly, seemingly unsurprised by the outcome and completely unconcerned about the safety of Chaos.

But the gods grew increasingly arrogant, convinced that if they joined forces, dealing with the Primordial One would be a piece of cake. After all, none of them had ever seen the Primordial One fight. Gradually, a rumor began to circulate among the gods—

The original authority is above all else, but in terms of combat power, he is far inferior to them. He is nothing more than a paper tiger that is strong on the outside but weak on the inside, good to look at but useless.

If they join forces—no, they must join forces to seal the primordial seal—otherwise the primordial will gradually strip them of their authority to support new humans.

"This is the common will of all the gods. You cannot live; you must die."

"I must die?" the Creator scoffed. "Do you know that the souls of all the life I created are inextricably linked to my own? Once I perish, none of my creations will be allowed to live?"

"Then we can only ask you to go into slumber. We cannot agree to let you support the new humans. You have already violated the common interests of all the gods. It would be our incompetence to let you continue to wreak havoc."

Upon hearing the gods' words, before the Creator could say anything more, Neog clicked his tongue and stepped forward to block his way.

Neog seemed somewhat dissatisfied.

The next second, the form of the Nameless Mist blurred. The old gods who came to punish it hadn't even realized what was happening to them yet. They only caught a glimpse of the golden eyes in the black mist. With a "bang," their bodies exploded into stardust in an instant.

They returned to death.

Neog slowly turned his head and looked at the Creator.

As the most meticulous creation of the original, killing those ancient things was merely a matter of a single thought for Him.

"Should we kill the rest too?" Neog asked casually, as if he were just describing the nice weather.

“No need. If we kill them all, there will be no audience for the rest of the script. Wouldn’t all my hard work over the years have been for nothing?”

“…” Neog lowered his head.

He now feels that killing those gods was a mistake, because the Creator said they were useful, but he had killed them all.

However, Neog felt no regret about it. Those scum deserved to die, and letting them die too easily was too good for them.

“You don’t need to blame yourself. I’ve said it before, you are innocent no matter what you do.”

While Neog remained silent, the Creator walked to His side, reached out His hand, and patted Him on the shoulder.

"The changing of the guard is inevitable. Only the weak worry about being replaced every day. But they are right about one thing: I will indeed fall into a deep sleep in the coming period."

"Why?" Neog looked up, seemingly finding it hard to accept this outcome. In his view, the Creator was an omnipotent being who could easily silence all dissenting voices in the world, yet He still had to face this fate.

"Because I am a prophet, I prophesied that I would fall into a deep sleep."

The Creator smirked mischievously, then turned to face the vast temple.

"Look, I have such a huge place to sleep, I'm sure I'll have a good dream. If you miss me, you can come to see me in your dreams."

"Nobody will miss you."

"Why are you being rebellious now?"

The Creator found it rare for Him to be so temperamental.

"You haven't experienced human society yet, have you? Maybe I can take you to some interesting places in my dreams, like eating lots of delicious food, going to various places to play, and taking you to school along the way."

Neog shivered. He didn't know what going to school was, but he inexplicably felt a sense of resistance.

The Creator's smile deepened upon seeing this.

But the next second, he seemed to remember something, and his facial expression returned to indifference.

From a historical perspective, its own slumber was inevitable.

If one wants to engage in meme interpretation, there aren't enough viewers or enough opportunities here, and no matter how long one stays here, one cannot become a true god.

Who could believe that the original creator is only at the level of meme 2? If word got out, it would probably shock those old-timers.

He rarely takes action himself, and the things he wants to do are usually done by the Nameless Mist and the Three Pillar Gods. No wonder there are unfavorable rumors about him circulating in the past.

What good is high power if one lacks absolute ability to command respect?

"Why do I feel like my creations are more talented than me...? This doesn't make sense."

The Creator sighed silently, lamenting the injustice of fate. He never imagined that he, as a meme II, could achieve such a level, leaving an indelible shadow in the hearts of the gods. He wondered what terrifying level of power he would reach once he became a meme zero.

"The idiocy continues to affect my mind, and I think it won't be long before my thinking completely disappears."

"Fortunately, I could still enter the dream world before this, so falling asleep wasn't a bad thing for me. But it would be too easy for those from the past to just tell them like this. How can I be the only one who enters the dream world?"

"Why not drag everyone into my dream to participate in my game and bow down to the bourgeoisie?"

On that day, Neog killed the representatives sent by the gods, and the gods finally found a reason to rebel against the primordial forces.

Originally, it fought desperately but was ultimately defeated. In its slumber, it pulled all living beings into a dream, awakening the idiotic angel and allowing him to take over its body. At this moment, it is Azathoth's only divine being.

Azathoth uttered a curse—that the world would perish once he awoke.

His true form was sealed in a dark temple, guarded by chaotic souls, while countless pipers played noisy and chaotic music to accompany him into his dreams.

In the moment of primordial slumber, the old souls he had accumulated, which had not yet been exhausted, divided his soul and scattered across countless times and spaces, waiting for a day when they would reunite.

Neog and the three pillar gods continuously collected these souls, and then Nyarlathotep found the most suitable bodies for them.

Nyarlathotep was very picky about this matter; His aesthetics did not allow Him to arbitrarily seek a physical body for the Primordial One, thus delaying the matter for a long time. The Chaos was busy dealing with Yog-Sothoth every day, using His authority to travel through various times and spaces, but even in his busyness, He still found time to create countless avatars for himself to enjoy in the human world.

He loved the world He originally created; humanity was far more interesting than the Great Old Ones.

Until one day, He was overjoyed to discover that there were people in the world who looked exactly like the original, so much so that they were uncanny.

Moreover, a portion of the soul containing primordial energy resides within the shell.

Okay, that's the one!

He decided to choose this person as the original vessel—

And that person was Ria Kercha.

【…】

[Script O, Complete]

[In the end, you relive everything that happened in the past, and your memories have been fully restored.]

You are the beginning, you are the end, you are the Möbius strip itself, and the source of all cycles. You single-handedly toy with the gods, treating them like idiots. The world is your stage for doing whatever you want.

Welcome back, Great Primordial Creator, Our Eternal Father—Azathoth.

Ria awoke in the future, his eyes glazed over for a moment, but it felt like a very long nightmare.

Now he has finally woken up from this nightmare, but what awaits him is still a dream.

Sodris was still in trouble. Ria watched him in silence for a long time before slowly opening his eyes. This time, however, his emotions were much more stable.

As you altered the past, I also saw your memories.

"is it?"

Ria forced a smile: "Will you hate me?"

Why should I hate you?

"Because I destroyed everything, if I hadn't gone back to the past, the old days might not have disappeared, and you wouldn't have to bear that despair."

No... I don't hate you. Those who attacked the Primal were just extremists. I was busy hunting down the Abyss back then, and I wouldn't be satisfied until He was dead.

A hint of sadness was in Sodris's eyes.

No one has the right to hate you. You are greater and more sublime than anything else. If it weren't for you, humanity of the past wouldn't have the right to live to this day.

In the beginning, your existence was greatness itself.

Sodris, facing Ria, gave her high praise.

[I was trapped in an endless nightmare because Gherus exploited my past weaknesses, and could only watch as He abused His power over me. Now that I have seen your memories, I have finally come to my senses.]

"I think you've come to terms with things because you found out there are people worse off than you."

That's an illusion.

Sodiris immediately denied it.

You are not in a miserable state; at least you have the Nameless Mist by your side.

"Nameless Mist..."

As if sensing something, Ria turned around abruptly and saw a black badminton shuttlecock on the ground staring at her with two golden eyes.

I don't know how long it has been staring at me like that.

The moment their eyes met, Ria was taken aback for a second. The next instant, he crouched down and waved to it: "Nyog."

Upon hearing this name, Little Swarth's feathers trembled.

"So you've always remembered our promise..."

"Gurgle!" Upon hearing Ria's words, Little Swarth's eyes widened even more. It squinted, and after a couple of sobs, its eyes suddenly filled with tears, which streamed down its face like water, leaving marks on the ground as if they were free.

"Gurgle—gurgle—"

The sight sent a chill down Sodris's spine. This was a dream world! What kind of power could corrupt even a dream?!
But Little Swarth didn't care about any of that. It just spread its wings and pounced on Ria, wrapping its tentacles tightly around his head. At that moment, it felt that all the grievances it had suffered these past few days were worth it.

Ria finally remembered their past. Although at first he no longer recognized it and even resisted it, which made him very sad, and he would gnaw on Ria's arteries and eyeballs in grief on countless nights, now Ria remembered it all and there was nothing to worry about anymore.

"I miss you too."

Ria stroked its feathers, then remembered the purpose of her visit.

He stood up and walked back to Sodris: "Professor Mu, may I call you that?"

【Can】

"You probably already know why I've come here. For the sake of my meme's advancement, I need your permission to become an angel under your command."

This is quite an honor for you, Yuan Chu. As long as you don't mind, I certainly have no objection.

[However, the promotion ceremony requires the main motif to be present in person, and given my current condition, I'm afraid...]

“I know, that’s why I’m here to help you escape. I have a way to get rid of the jinx from your body.”

【any solution? 】

Sodris seemed quite surprised. Ria coughed lightly, and then the shadow beneath him spread out, revealing four familiar figures emerging from the shadow.

They were clad in armor and wielded four distinct weapons; they were none other than the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

"His Majesty!?"

The four knights were astonished when they saw the radiant sunrise. They had never expected to have the chance to see Sodris alive. Although they had lost their authority, they still retained some power, which was enough.

The knights were naturally very excited to see Sodris again, but this excitement did not stem from joy, but from endless anger and self-reproach.

They could not forgive Gherros's sins, and they abhorred even more their inability to protect Sodris, which instead became the blade in Gherros's hand.

Such knights are undoubtedly failures; they are unworthy to face the radiant sunrise.

However, Leah told them to postpone their self-reproach, as the most important thing at the moment was to rescue the radiant sun.

"Professor Mu, in order to make your will strong enough to contend with Geheros in the future, we need to give your consciousness a little stimulation."

(End of this chapter)